Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s stone Chapter5英4

孙祎卓

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.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.“Stand back,” said Griphook importantly. He stroked the door gently with one of his long fingers and it simply melted away.“If anyone but a Gringotts goblin tried that, they'd be sucked through the door and trapped in there,” said Griphook.“How often do you check to see if anyone's inside?” Harry asked.“About once every ten years,” said Griphook with a rather nasty grin.Something really extraordinary had to be inside this top security vault, Harry was sure, and he leaned forward eagerly, expecting to see fabulous jewels at the very least — but at first he thought it was empty. Then he noticed a grubby little package wrapped up in brown paper lying on the floor. Hagrid picked it up and tucked it deep inside his coat. Harry longed to know what it was, but knew better than to ask.“Come on, back in this infernal cart, and don't talk to me on the way back, it's best if I keep me mouth shut,” said Hagrid.One wild cart ride later they stood blinking in the sunlight outside Gringotts. Harry didn't know where to run first now that he had a bag full of money. He didn't have to know how many Galleons there were to a pound to know that he was holding more money than he'd had in his whole life — more money than even Dudley had ever had.“Might as well get yer uniform,” said Hagrid, nodding toward Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions. “Listen, Harry, would yeh mind if I slipped off fer a pick-me-up in the Leaky Cauldron? I hate them Gringotts carts.” He did still look a bit sick, so Harry entered Madam Malkin's shop alone, feeling nervous.Madam Malkin was a squat, smiling witch dressed all in mauve.“Hogwarts, dear?” she said, when Harry started to speak. “Got the lot here — another young man being fitted up just now, in fact.”In the back of the shop, a boy with a pale, pointed face was standing on a footstool while a second witch pinned up his long black robes. Madam Malkin stood Harry on a stool next to him slipped a long robe over his head, and began to pin it to the right length.“Hello,” said the boy, “Hogwarts, too?”“Yes,” said Harry.“My father's next door buying my books and mother's up the street looking at wands,” said the boy. He had a bored, drawling voice. “Then I'm going to drag them off to took at racing brooms. I don't see why first years can't have their own. I think I'll bully father into getting me one and I'll smuggle it in somehow.”Harry was strongly reminded of Dudley.“Have you got your own broom?” the boy went on.“No,” said Harry.“Play Quidditch at all?”“No,” Harry said again, wondering what on earth Quidditch could be.“I do — Father says it's a crime if I'm not picked to play for my house, and I must say, I agree. Know what house you'll be in yet?”“No,” said Harry, feeling more stupid by the minute.“Well, no one really knows until they get there, do they, but I know I'll be in Slytherin, all our family have been — imagine being in Hufflepuff, I think I'd leave, wouldn't you?”“Mmm,” said Harry, wishing he could say something a bit more interesting.“I say, look at that man!” said the boy suddenly, nodding toward the front window. Hagrid was standing there, grinning at Harry and pointing at two large ice creams to show he couldn't come in.“That's Hagrid,” said Harry, pleased to know something the boy didn't. “He works at Hogwarts.”“Oh,” said the boy, “I've heard of him. He's a sort of servant, isn't he?”“He's the gamekeeper,” said Harry. He was liking the boy less and less every second.“Yes, exactly. I heard he's a sort of savage — lives in a hut on the school grounds and every now and then he gets drunk, tries to do magic, and ends up setting fire to his bed.”“I think he's brilliant,” said Harry coldly.“Do you?” said the boy, with a slight sneer. “Why is he with you? Where are your parents?”“They're dead,” said Harry shortly. He didn't feel much like going into the matter with this boy.“Oh, sorry,” said the other, not sounding sorry at all. “But they were our kind, weren't they?”“They were a witch and wizard, if that's what you mean.”“I really don't think they should let the other sort in, do you? They're just not the same, they've never been brought up to know our ways. Some of them have never even heard of Hogwarts until they get the letter, imagine. I think they should keep it in the old wizarding families. What's your surname, anyway?”But before Harry could answer, Madam Malkin said, “That's you done, my dear,” and Harry, not sorry for an excuse to stop talking to the boy, hopped down from the footstool.“Well, I'll see you at Hogwarts, I suppose,” said the drawling boy.Harry was rather quiet as he ate the ice cream Hagrid had bought him (chocolate and raspberry with chopped nuts).“What's up?” said Hagrid.“Nothing,” Harry lied. They stopped to buy parchment and quills. Harry cheered up a bit when he found a bottle of ink that changed color as you wrote. When they had left the shop, he said, “Hagrid, what's Quidditch?”“Blimey, Harry, I keep forgettin’ how little yeh know — not knowin’ about Quidditch!”“Don't make me feel worse,” said Harry. He told Hagrid about the pale boy in Madam Malkin's.“— and he said people from Muggle families shouldn't even be allowed in—”“Yer not from a Muggle family. If he'd known who yeh were — he's grown up knowin’ yer name if his parents are wizardin’ folk. You saw what everyone in the Leaky Cauldron was like when they saw yeh. Anyway, what does he know about it, some o’ the best I ever saw were the only ones with magic in ‘em in a long line o’ Muggles — look at yer mum! Look what she had fer a sister!”“So what is Quidditch?”“It's our sport. Wizard sport. It's like — like soccer in the Muggle world — everyone follows Quidditch — played up in the air on broomsticks and there's four balls — sorta hard ter explain the rules.”“And what are Slytherin and Hufflepuff?”“School houses. There's four. Everyone says Hufflepuff are a lot o’ duffers, but—”“I bet I'm in Hufflepuff,” said Harry gloomily.“Better Hufflepuff than Slytherin,” said Hagrid darkly. “There's not a single witch or wizard who went bad who wasn't in Slytherin. You-Know-Who was one.”“Vol-, sorry — You-Know-Who was at Hogwarts?”“Years an’ years ago,” said Hagrid.They bought Harry's school books in a shop called Flourish and Blotts where the shelves were stacked to the ceiling with books as large as paving stones bound in leather; books the size of postage stamps in covers of silk; books full of peculiar symbols and a few books with nothing in them at all. Even Dudley, who never read anything, would have been wild to get his hands on some of these. Hagrid almost had to drag Harry away from Curses and Countercurses (Bewitch Your Friends and Befuddle Your Enemies with the Latest Revenges: Hair Loss, Jelly-Legs, Tongue-Tying and Much, Much More) by Professor Vindictus Viridian.