- - they plunged even deeper, passing an underground lake where

huge stalad stalagmites grew from the d floor.

i never know,” harry called to hagrid over the he cart,

”whats the differealagmite and a stalactite?”

”stalagmites got an m in it,” said hagrid. ”an don ask me

questions just now, i think im gonna be sick.”

he did lreehe cart stopped at last beside

a small door in the passage wall, hagrid got out and had to lean

agaio stop his krembling.

griphook uhe door. a lot of green smoke came billowing

out, and as it cleared, harry gasped. inside were mounds of gold

ns of silver. heaps of little bros.

”all yours,” smiled hagrid.

all harrys -- it was ihe dursleys t

have known about this or theyd have had it from him faster than

blinking. how often had they plained how much harry

to keep? ahere had been a small fortune belonging

to him, buried deep under london.

hagrid helped harry pile some of it into a bag.

”the gold alleons,” he explaieen silver

sickles to a galleoy-o a sickle, its easy

enht, that should be enough fer a couple o terms, well

keep the rest safe for yeh.” he turo griphook. ”vault seven

huhirteen now, please, and ore slowly?”

”one speed only,” said griphook.

they were going even deeper now and gatherihe air

became d colder as they hurtled round tight ers. they

went rattling over an underground ravine, and harry leaned over

the side to try to see tom, but hagrid

groaned and pulled him back by the scruff of his neck.

vault sevehirteen had no keyhole.

”stand back,” said griphook importaroked the door

gently with one of his lo simply melted away.

”if a a gringotts gobliheyd be sucked

through the door ahere,” said griphook.

”how often do you check to see if anyones inside?” harry asked.