The demon looked at the key carefully. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"It seems to meet the requirements."

"I've also brought a letter from Professor Danberdo," Hagley said casually, with a look of air, "about that thing in vault 713." ”

The demon read the letter carefully.

"Good." As he spoke, he returned the letter to Hagley, "I'll send someone to take you to these two warehouses." Gerry****! ”

Gerry **** is another demon, Hagley stuffed all the dog biscuits back into his pocket at once, and then followed Gerry **** out of the door with Harry.

"What the hell is that thing in vault 713?" Harry asked.

'I can't tell you,' said Hagley mysteriously, "it's going to have to be kept very secret." Dan Bodo trusts me, and it is beyond my purview to tell you. ”

Gerry **** They opened the door.

Harry was surprised, he had expected to see more marble, but now they were in a narrow stone passage lit by burning torches.

The passage here is very steep and descends, and there are some small railway tracks on the ground.

Gerry **** whistled, and a small car drove along the tracks towards them.

They climbed up—Harry looked a little struggling, and Wu Mo grabbed his hand and jumped up with a slight jump—and the car started.

At first, they just went through some labyrinthine passages that twisted and twisted, and Harry tried to remember as much as he could, turn left, turn right, turn left, cross again, turn right, turn right again, but it was almost impossible.

The speeding car seemed to know his own way, because Gerry **** was not driving it at all.

The cold air whirred and stung Harry's eyes, but he did his best to keep them open.

At one point, he thought he saw a fire at the end of the path and turned to see if it was a dragon, but it was too late.

They drove deeper, past an underground lake, where huge bells and stalagmites emerged from the ceiling and beneath the ground.

"I never knew what was the difference between a bell ** stone and a stalagmite?" Harry said loudly, drowning out the noise of the car.

"The word Zhong ** Shi has an 'm' in it." "Don't ask me questions, I think I'm sick." ”

He did look blue.

When the cart came to a halt by a small door, Hagley stepped out and had to lean against the wall to stop his knees from shaking.

Gerry **** opened the lock, and a puff of green smoke rolled out, and when it dispersed, Harry was already a little out of breath.

Inside the house were piles of gold coins, a piece of silver, and a large number of bronze coins.

"It's all yours." Hagley said with a smile.

It's all Harry's - it's hard to believe that Doesley can't have known this, otherwise they'd taken it from him in the blink of an eye, and they often complained that Harry had made them spend a lot of money to keep it?

In short, there has always been such a large amount of wealth buried under the city of London that belongs to him.

Hagley helped Harry pack some money into his bag.

"The golden ones are called sailboats," he explains, "and 17 sickles equals one sailing coin, and 29 carats equals one sickle, which is very simple." Well, that's enough money to cover two semesters.

We'll help you save the rest of the money. ”

He turned to Gerry ****, "Now please take us to Vault 713, can we go more slowly?" ”

"Wait a minute, there's still Xiaolong's tuition."

Harry Potter hasn't forgotten Wu Mo.

"Okay, no problem, the money is yours anyway."

Hagley shrugged.

With that, they followed the demon on their way down the cart, and faster, and the air became colder and colder as they whizzed around one corner after another.

Their cart rattled across an underground valley, and Harry leaned over to see what was at the bottom of the pitch-black valley, but Hagley pulled him back by the neck.

Keyhole not found in vault 713.

"Stand back," Gerry said solemnly, tapping lightly on the door with a slender finger and opening.

"Anyone other than Gerry's **** demon who tries to do this, he'll be hit by the door and fall into the trap." Gerry **** said.

"How often do you check to see if anyone is inside?" Harry asked.

"About once every ten years." Gerry **** said, showing a very sly smile.

Convinced that something unusual must be hiding in this high-class chamber, Harry leaned forward eagerly, hoping to see at least some fine gems, though at first he thought it was empty.

But then he noticed a dirty little parcel wrapped in brown vellum paper lying on the floor, and Hagley picked it up and took it into his clothes, Harry wanted to know what was in the package, but he knew it was better not to ask.

"Come on, get back to this horrible little car, don't talk to me on the way back, I'll feel better if you can keep your mouth shut." Hagley said.

After another furious journey of the little car, in the blink of an eye they were standing in the midst of a sunny scene outside the Greengoss Gate.

At first, Harry didn't know which way to go, not that he now had a big bag of money, and he didn't need to know how many sailing coins were equal to how many pounds to be sure he had more money than he had ever had, and more money than Dudley had.

"Now you can buy your clothes too." Hagley nodded at the garment marked "Vestments for every occasion", "Listen, Harry, do you mind if I leave for a while and go to the 'Leaky' bar for a drink?" I really hate those Greengos cars. ”

He did look very bad, as if he was sick, so Harry went into Madame Makin's shop with Wu Mo, a little nervous.

Madame Makin is actually a stocky, kind sorceress, dressed in lilac.

"Honey, is it Hogwetcher school?" As soon as Harry was about to speak, Madam Makin said, "You'll get a lot of what you need here." In fact, a young man has just bought a school uniform here. ”

At the back of the shop, a pale, pointy-faced boy stood on a bench, while another female magician was sewing his black long man.

Madame Makin asked Harry and Wu Mo to stand on the bench next to the boy, put a long mantra under his head, and began to cut it to the proper length.

"Hey!" The boy said, "Did you go to Hogwacher too?" ”

"Yes." Harry replied.

Wu Mo also nodded.

(To be continued.) )