CHAPTER FIVE
“If anyone but a Gringotts goblin tried that, they’d be sucked
through the door and trapped in there,” said Griphook.
“How often do you check to see if anyone’s inside?” Harry asked.
“About once every ten years,” said Griphook with a rather nasty
grin.
Something really extraordinary had to be inside this top security
vault, Harry was sure, and he leaned forward eagerly, expecting to
see fabulous jewels at the very least — but at first he thought it was
empty. Then he noticed a grubby little package wrapped up in
brown paper lying on the floor. Hagrid picked it up and tucked it
deep inside his coat. Harry longed to know what it was, but knew
better than to ask.
“Come on, back in this infernal cart, and don’t talk to me on the
way back, its best if I keep me mouth shut,” said Hagrid.
One wild cart ride later they stood blinking in the sunlight outside
Gringotts. Harry didn’t know where to run first now that he had a
bag full of money. He didn’t have to know how many Galleons
there were to a pound to know that he was holding more money
than he’d had in his whole life — more money than even Dudley
had ever had.
“Might as well get yer uniform,” said Hagrid, nodding toward
Madam Malkin’s Robes for All Occasions. “Listen, Harry, would
yeh mind if I slipped off fer a pick-me-up in the Leaky Cauldron?
I hate them Gringotts carts.” He did still look a bit sick, so Harry
entered Madam Malkin’s shop alone, feeling nervous.
Madam Malkin was a squat, smiling witch dressed all in
mauve.
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