Гарри Поттер и философский камень
Diagon Alley
"Allyours,"smiledHagrid.
AllHarry’s—itwasincredible. TheDursleyscouldn’thaveknownaboutthisorthey’dhavehaditfromhimfasterthanblinking. HowoftenhadtheycomplainedhowmuchHarrycostthemtokeep? Andallthetimetherehadbeenasmallfortunebelongingtohim,burieddeepunderLondon.
HagridhelpedHarrypilesomeofitintoabag.
"ThegoldonesareGalleons,"heexplained. "SeventeensilverSicklestoaGalleonandtwenty-nineKnutstoaSickle,it’seasyenough. Right,thatshouldbeenoughferacoupleo’terms,we’llkeeptherestsafeforyeh. "HeturnedtoGriphook. "Vaultsevenhundredandthirteennow,please,andcanwegomoreslowly?"
"Onespeedonly,"saidGriphook.
Theyweregoingevendeepernowandgatheringspeed. Theairbecamecolderandcolderastheyhurtledroundtightcorners. Theywentrattlingoveranundergroundravine,andHarryleanedoverthesidetotrytoseewhatwasdownatthedarkbottom, butHagridgroanedandpulledhimbackbythescruffofhisneck.
Vaultsevenhundredandthirteenhadnokeyhole.
"Standback,"saidGriphookimportantly. Hestrokedthedoorgentlywithoneofhislongfingersanditsimplymeltedaway.
"IfanyonebutaGringottsgoblintriedthat,they’dbesuckedthroughthedoorandtrappedinthere,"saidGriphook.
