Astor awaited the trap but, in the next room, found none. It was just a room filled with statues engaged in some kind of battle. There was a mounted cavalry knight attacking a statue, and two knights engaged in combat, and there was a regal-looking statue, a king or queen of some kind, stabbed through the heart by another combatant. He had no idea what to make of all this and could see no trial of any kind, so he simply walked to the other side of the room and entered the next one.He was immediately confronted by a roaring flame, controlled and constrained but barring the way to the next room. Lining the walls were hundreds of potions of different colours and consistency. The trial became apparent to Astor, drink the correct potion, and you could walk through the flames unharmed; the wrong one would mean burning to death or suffering the unintended ill effects of the elixir. There was no sign of the correct potion to take, no clue or riddle to hint at which one to take. Astor began to despair and wondered if all this had been for nothing. He considered his options: return whence he came and follow through his original plan to await Albus in his quarters or return to the castle and wait by the wooden doors outside the skeleton of Kerberos. Something told him either option might not be good and that Albus might not return from the underground labyrinth; Astor could not be sure without knowing the Lord's purpose in coming here. As he began to weigh up the best decision, he was shocked out of his reverie by the sound of the flames abruptly coming to a stop. The exit was completely unguarded, so he could enter the next passage without risking taking the wrong potion, though he knew it could not be luck on his side this time. There was undoubtedly a trap on the other side of the door. The door was blackened and hot to the touch, and Astor could only push it with the outstretched base of his foot, protected by his black leather boots. The door swung open, and he was finally confronted with the sight of Lord Albus, standing at the end of a large circular antechamber with his back turned to Astor.