Connor's Hogwarts

"Is he always this nervous?"

"Oh, yes. Unlucky fellow. Very clever, and read very well at school. But then he took two years off from school, in order to gain some first-hand practical experience. It is said that he was in the Black Forest. He met a vampire here, and an old witch got him into a lot of trouble. Since then, he has been a completely different person. Only Hogwarts is willing to take him in. Oh, where is my umbrella?"

Vampires? Old hags? It made Harry very dizzy.At this moment Hagrid was counting the bricks above the dustbin.

"Count up to three yuan and then down to two yuan," he muttered in a low voice.

"Okay, stand back, Harry."

He tapped the wall three times with the head of his umbrella.

The brick he had knocked on trembled and began to move, and a small hole appeared in the middle

It got bigger, and before long there was an archway wide enough for Hagrid to pass before them, leading to a winding cobbled street with no end in sight.

"Welcome," said Hagrid. "Welcome to Diagon Alley." Seeing Harry's surprise, Hagrid grinned at him.They walked along the archway, and Harry turned sideways to look back. The archway suddenly narrowed, and then became a solid wall again.

The sun's glare falls on a stack of pots outside the nearest store.Hanging above the pot is a copper-brass-tin-plated-silver cauldron with the same size, automatic stirring-foldable.

But Connor's eyes were drawn to a store at the end of the street, because that store had a large billboard that rolled itself.

"Hagrid, what store is that?"

"Oh, Lake Chess, a store that sells monster cards. I know the owner quite well, but you'd better buy your school supplies now," said Hagrid. "Before that, we have to go get them money."

"Okay, wait! Pikachu!?" Harry's eyes widened suddenly. He finally saw a familiar thing in this magical world, a yellow mouse bouncing around on the billboard.

"Oh? You know Pikachu too."

"Isn't that a non-Muggle cartoon?"

"Haha! How is it possible, Pikachu was created by us wizards, but I only now know that there are Pikachus in the Muggle world." Hagrid led Harry to Gringotts.

Harry wished he could grow eight more eyes, and everything in the wizarding world made him feel very novel.

As they walked down the street, he looked around, hoping to see everything clearly, all the shops, the objects in front of the shops, the people shopping.

A fat woman was standing outside the drug store, shaking her head as they passed, saying "Dragon liver, seventeen sickles an ounce, they're crazy." The sign in front says Yila Owl Shop - Greywood Owl, Screech Owl, Grass Owl, Brown Owl, Snow Owl.

Several boys about Harry's age had their noses pressed against the glass of a window displaying broomsticks. "Look," Harry heard a boy say, "that's the new broomstick dream—the fastest—"

There were also shops selling robes, and binoculars and the most outlandish silverware Harry had ever seen.There are also window displays full of baskets of bat spleens and eel eyeballs, piles of spell books, quills, rolls of parchment, medicine bottles, moon globes

"Gringotts here," said Hagrid.They came to a snow-white building towering above the surrounding shops, beside the shiny bronze gate, stood a figure in a scarlet and gold uniform, wasn't that——

"Yes, that's a goblin," Hagrid whispered calmly as they walked down the white stone steps toward the man.

The goblin was about a head shorter than Harry, with a dark, intelligent face, a pointed beard, and Harry noticed that his hands and feet were unusually long.The goblin bowed to them as they entered.

Then there was a second door in front of them, it was silver, and the following words were engraved on the two doors, please come in, stranger, but you have to be careful what will happen to you if you are greedy, you will get the most severe punishment if you blindly ask for something without working , so if you seek to take from our subterranean vaults a fortune that never belonged to you, you have been warned, O thief, that it is not treasure that brings you, but evil.

"Like I said, you'd be crazy if you wanted to rob a bank," said Hagrid.

Two goblins bowed to them, and led them into a tall marble hall.A hundred or so goblins were sitting on stools behind a long counter, weighing coins with copper scales, examining gems with eyepieces, and scribbling entries in large ledgers.There are countless doors in the hall, leading to different places, and many goblins guide people in and out of these doors.

Hagrid and Harry walked towards the counter.

"Morning," said Hagrid to an idle goblin, "we're going to take some money from Mr. Harry Potter's vault."

"Have you got his key, sir?"'

"Bring it." Hagrid said, taking out everything in his pocket and putting it on the counter, and accidentally withdrew a handful of moldy dog ​​biscuits on the goblin's ledger.The goblin wrinkled his nose.Harry watched as the goblin to the right was weighing a pile of rubies the size of hot coals.

"Found it," said Hagrid at last, holding up a small golden key.The goblin examined it carefully.

"There should be no problem."

"I also have a letter from Professor Dumbledore here," he said solemnly, puffing out his chest, "about the 'thing' in the underground vault of No. 713."

The goblin read the letter carefully.

"Very well," he said, handing the letter back to Hagrid, "I'll have someone take you to these two vaults. Griphook!' 'Griphook is another goblin. Hagrid put the dog biscuit back in his inside pocket After that, he and Harry followed Griphook out of the hall through one of the doors.

"What's 'that thing' in vault 713?" Harry asked.

"I can't tell you that." Hagrid said mysteriously. "It's strictly confidential. It's about Hogwarts. Dumbledore trusts me. It's my job and it's not worth telling you about."

griphook fights for them both

Open the door.

Harry expected to see lots of marbles again, but he was taken aback.In front of him was a narrow stone corridor, brightly lit by burning torches.The stone corridor is a steep downhill slope with a small railway underneath.Griphook blew a whistle, and a cart sprinted down the track towards them.They climbed into the car - Hagrid had some trouble - and off they went.

At first, they galloped along the maze of winding passages, Harry tried to remember the way they had traveled, and turned left.Turn right, turn right, turn left, at the fork in the middle, turn right again, turn left, I can't remember at all.The little rattling cart seems to know the way, and it doesn't need a pull ring to drive at all.

Harry's eyes hurt from the howling of icy air, but he managed to keep them open.Once, he seemed to see a fire at the end of the corridor, so he turned around to see if there was a dragon there.However, it was too late, they had rushed deeper underground, passing an underground lake covered with huge stalactites and stalagmites, hanging down to the ground.

"I've never been able to figure it out," Harry called to Hagrid over the clatter of the car, "what's the difference between a stalactite and a stalagmite?"

"There are letters in the word stalactite," said Hagrid. "Don't ask me questions now, I feel like throwing up."

His face was livid, and when the trolley finally stopped in front of a small door in the passageway, Hagrid climbed out and leaned against the passageway wall so his knees wouldn't tremble.

Pull the tab to unlock the door.A thick plume of green smoke came out of the door, and when the smoke cleared, Harry gasped.Inside were piles of gold coins, silver bars, and mountains of bronze nats.

"It's all yours," said Hagrid, laughing.

It's all Harry's!It's unbelievable!

The Dursleys must have known nothing about it, or they would have had it all for themselves in the blink of an eye.Didn't they often complain that it cost a lot of money to adopt Harry? But he had always had a little fortune of his own, buried deep in the London underground.

Hagrid helped Harry put the money in the bag. "Gold coins are galleons," he explained, "seventeen silver Sickles to a Galleon, twenty-nine Nats to a Sickle, easy enough. Well, enough for two semesters, and the rest Keep it for you."

He turned to Griphook and said, "Now take us to Vault 713, but could you please slow down?"

"There's only one speed," said Griphook.

They descended deeper and deeper, picking up speed.The air became bitterly cold where the sharp turns were made.The small cart came to a mountain stream with a rattling sound.Harry leaned out of the car, trying to see what was in the dark mountain stream.Hagrid snorted, grabbed Harry by the neck, and pulled him back.

Underground vault 713 has no keyhole.

"Stand back," said Griphook solemnly.He stretched out a long finger and knocked on the door lightly, and the door disappeared little by little.

"Anyone who wants to do this except the goblins of Gringotts will be sucked in by the door, trapped in the door and unable to get out," said Griphook.

"How often do you check to see if anyone is in there?"

"Once in ten years or so," said Griphook, grinning maliciously.