CHAPTER EIGHT
for you,” said a Gringotts spokesgoblin this after-
noon.
Harry remembered Ron telling him on the train that someone had
tried to rob Gringotts, but Ron hadn’t mentioned the date.
“Hagrid!” said Harry, “that Gringotts break-in happened on my
birthday! It might’ve been happening while we were there!”
There was no doubt about it, Hagrid definitely didn’t meet
Harry’s eyes this time. He grunted and offered him another rock
cake. Harry read the story again. The vault that was searched had in
fact been emptied earlier that same day. Hagrid had emptied vault
seven hundred and thirteen, if you could call it emptying, taking out
that grubby little package. Had that been what the thieves were
looking for?
As Harry and Ron walked back to the castle for dinner, their
pockets weighed down with rock cakes they’d been too polite to
refuse, Harry thought that none of the lessons he’d had so far had
given him as much to think about as tea with Hagrid. Had Hagrid
collected that package just in time? Where was it now? And did
Hagrid know something about Snape that he didn’t want to tell
Harry?
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