Okay, I'll admit that the Hoole Special Collections Library was no mystic temple, but it was a part of campus I'd never seen before, and it was a rich trove of biographies and historical materials. And the shelves moved. You could probably consider them a booby trap.
I suppose I never actually faced any real dangers during my adventures. Sure, there was a risk of paper cuts as I pored through book after book, and I could have strained my eyes after staring at online databases for too long. Those dangers are hardly a pit of snakes, though.
But here's the thing: Indiana Jones doesn't go on adventures for the fame and glory; he does it to uncover the mysteries of the past, and that is exactly what I was doing.