Griphook was yet another goblin. Once Hagrid had crammed all the dog biscuits back inside his pockets, he and Harry followed Griphook toward one of the doors leading off the hall.

　　"What's the You-Know-What in vault seven hundred and thirteen?" Harry asked.

　　"Can't tell yeh that," said Hagrid mysteriously. "Very secret. Hogwarts business. Dumbledore's trusted  me. More'n my job's worth ter tell yeh that."

　　Griphook held the door open for them. Harry, who had expected more marble, was surprised. They were in a narrow stone passageway lit with flaming torches. It sloped steeply downward and there were little railway tracks on the floor. Griphook whistled and a small cart came hurtling up the tracks toward them. They climbed in -- 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 fork, right, left, but it was impossible. The rattling cart seemed to know its own way, because Griphook wasn't steering.

　　Harry's eyes stung as the cold air rushed past them, but he kept them wide open. Once, he thought he saw a burst of fire at the end of a passage and twisted around to see if it was a dragon, but too late - - they plunged even deeper, passing an underground lake where huge stalactites and stalagmites grew from the ceiling and floor.

　　I never know," Harry called to Hagrid over the noise of the cart, "what's the difference between a stalagmite and a stalactite?"

　　"Stalagmite's got an 'm' in it," said Hagrid. "An' don' ask me questions just now, I think I'm gonna 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 couldn'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.

格里霍克是另一个恶魔，哈格力一次性地把所有的狗饼干又塞回到他的口袋里，然后与哈利一起跟着格里霍克从门口走出。

　　"713号金库里的那个东西到底是什么呀？"哈利问道。

　　"不能告诉你，"哈格力神秘地说："这事得十分保密才行。丹伯多信任我，告诉你就超出了我的职权范围。"格里霍克他们开了门。哈利十分惊讶，他原以为可以看到更多的大理石，但现在他们却身处一条由燃烧着的火把照明的狭窄的石头通道里。这里的通道十分陡峭地向下延伸，地上有些很小的铁路轨道。格里霍克吹了一声口哨，一辆小车便沿着轨道向他们驶来。

　　他们爬上去——哈利显得有些吃力——然后车便开动了。

　　一开始，他们只是穿过一些弯弯曲曲的迷宫似的通道，哈利想尽力记住，转左、转右、转右、转左、交叉，再转右、再转右，但这几乎是不可能的，飞速行驶的小车似乎知道他自己的路似的，因为格里霍克根本没有驾驶它。

　　冷空气呼呼地吹过，刺痛了哈利的眼睛，但他还是尽力睁开眼。有一次，他认为他看见了一团火在小路的尽头就转过去看看是否是一条龙，但是太迟了。他们向更深处驶来，超过了一座地下湖，那里巨大的钟乳石和石笋从天花板上地底下冒出来。

　　"我从不知道钟乳石和石笋有什么不同？"哈利大声地说道，声音盖过了小车发出的噪声。

　　"钟乳石这个单词有个'm '在里面。"哈格力说，"不要问我问题了，我想我是病了。"看上去确实脸色发青。当小车在一扇小门边停下来的时候，哈格力走出来，不得不靠住墙使自己的膝盖停止颤抖。

　　格里霍克打开锁，一阵绿色的烟雾翻滚出来，当它散开之后，哈利已经有点喘不过气来了。房子里面是成堆的金币，一片银币以及大量的青铜币。

　　"全部都是你的了。"哈格力笑着说道。

　　全部都是哈利的——简直无法相信，杜斯利不可能知道这些，否则他们在一眨间的功夫里就把这些从他那里拿走了，他们是不是经常抱怨哈利让他们花了大笔的钱来保存这些财金呢？总之，一直以来就有这么一大笔埋藏在伦敦城下的财富是属于他的。

　　哈格力帮哈利装一些钱到袋子里。

　　"金色的称为帆船币，"他解释道，"17个镰刀币等于一个帆船币，而29个克拉币等于一个镰刀币，简单极了。好了，这些钱来支付两个学期的费用足够了。我们会帮你保存剩下那部分钱的。"他转向格里霍克，"现在请带我们去713号金库，我们能走得再慢点吗？""只有一种速度。"格里霍克说。