THROUGH THE TRAPDOOR In years to come, Harry would never quite remember how he had managed to get through his exams when he half expected Voldemort to come bursting through the door at any moment.
Suppose standing on the bridge next to the fat man, I didn't have to push him, suppose he was standing over a trap door that I could open by turning a steering wheel like that.
There was a trap door in the stage to drop or raise characters, and the two doors to exit the stage weren't on the sides like in modern theater but at the back.
He was pulling out his dream diary in a seat at the very back of the shadowy Divination room when Ron elbowed him in the ribs and, looking round, he saw Professor Umbridge emerging through the trapdoor in the floor.
So, the stuff that you swallow soon encounters the epiglottis — a little trap door of tissue — which covers the larynx, and directs bites of sandwich and sips of cola toward your esophagus and keeps them out of your lungs.
" It's going to be boiling in Trelawney's room, she never puts out that fire, " said Ron as they started up the staircase toward the silver ladder and the trapdoor.
Harry felt the ropes fall away and turned, rubbing his wrists, to see Ron running around the cellar, looking up at the low ceiling, searching for a trapdoor.
" The floor? " Harry suggested. " I wasn't looking at its feet, I was too busy with its heads." " No, not the floor. It was standing on a trapdoor. It's obviously guarding something." She stood up, glaring at them.