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"
Stalagmite
's
got
an
'm
'
in
it
,
"
said
Hagrid
.
"
An
'
don
'
ask
me
questions
just
now
,
I
think
I
'm
gon
na
be
sick
.
"
He
did
look
very
green
,
and
when
the
cart
stopped
at
last
beside
a
small
door
in
the
passage
wall
,
Hagrid
got
out
and
had
to
lean
against
the
wall
to
stop
his
knees
from
trembling
.
Griphook
unlocked
the
door
.
A
lot
of
green
smoke
came
billowing
out
,
and
as
it
cleared
,
Harry
gasped
.
Inside
were
mounds
of
gold
coins
.
Columns
of
silver
.
Heaps
of
little
bronze
Knuts
.
"
All
yours
,
"
smiled
Hagrid
.
All
Harry
's
--
it
was
incredible
.
The
Dursleys
could
n't
have
known
about
this
or
they
'd
have
had
it
from
him
faster
than
blinking
.
How
often
had
they
complained
how
much
Harry
cost
them
to
keep
?
And
all
the
time
there
had
been
a
small
fortune
belonging
to
him
,
buried
deep
under
London
.
Hagrid
helped
Harry
pile
some
of
it
into
a
bag
.
"
The
gold
ones
are
Galleons
,
"
he
explained
.
"
Seventeen
silver
Sickles
to
a
Galleon
and
twenty-nine
Knuts
to
a
Sickle
,
it
's
easy
enough
.
Right
,
that
should
be
enough
fer
a
couple
o
'
terms
,
we
'll
keep
the
rest
safe
for
yeh
.
"
He
turned
to
Griphook
.
"
Vault
seven
hundred
and
thirteen
now
,
please
,
and
can
we
go
more
slowly
?
"
"
One
speed
only
,
"
said
Griphook
.
They
were
going
even
deeper
now
and
gathering
speed
.
The
air
became
colder
and
colder
as
they
hurtled
round
tight
corners
.
They
went
rattling
over
an
underground
ravine
,
and
Harry
leaned
over
the
side
to
try
to
see
what
was
down
at
the
dark
bottom
,
but
Hagrid
groaned
and
pulled
him
back
by
the
scruff
of
his
neck
.
Vault
seven
hundred
and
thirteen
had
no
keyhole
.
