some moa mr. harry potters safe.”
”you have his key, sir?”
”got it here somewhere,” said hagrid, aed emptying
his poto the ter, sg a handful of moldy dog
biscuits oblins book oblin wrinkled
his nose. harry watched the gobli ile
of rubies as big as glowing coals.
”got it,” said hagrid at last, holding up a tiny golden key.
the gobli closely.
”that seems to be in order.”
”an ive also got a letter here from professor dumbledore,”
said hagrid importantly, throwing out his chest. ”its about the
youknow-what in vault sevehirteen.”
the goblier carefully.
”very well,” he said, handing it back to hagrid, ”i will have
someoake you down to both vaults. griphook!”
griphook was yet anoblin. once hagrid had crammed all
the dog biscuits baside his pockets, he and harry followed
griphook toward ohe d off the hall.
”whats the you-know-what in vault seven hundred and
thirteen?” harry asked.
”t tell yeh that,” said hagrid mysteriously. ”very
secret. hogwarts business. dumbledores trusted me. moren my jobs
worth ter tell yeh that.”
griphook held the door open for them. harry, ected
more marble, rised. they were in a narrow stone passageway
lit with flami sloped steeply downward and there were
little railway tra the flriphook whistled and a small
cart came hurtlioward them. they --
hagrid with some difficulty -- and were off.
at first they just hurtled through a maze of twisting
passages. harry tried to remember, left, right, right, left, middle
fht, left, but it ossible. the rattling cart seemed
to knoay, because griphook wasnt steering.
harrys eyes stung as the cold air rushed past them, but he kept
them wide opehought he saw a burst of fire at the end
of a passage and twisted arou was a dragon, but too
late