The London trip was in the air.
Harry couldn't see as Hagrid rode his old motorcycle away from Surrey. In a short period of time they were in London. Harry hadn't seen it before. The Gringotts Bank was full of goblins; the goblins were at their magical desks counting bank notes that weren't human at all.
'Uh, Griphook. I need the key to open Harry Potter's account, please'.
Griphook stared at Harry.
'Follow me', it said.
It had an old face, pointy ears, and was dressed formally.
Harry saw Hagrid opened the bricks.
As it did so, a bright light appeared.
It was full of Knuts, Sickles, and other magic currency.
And an old Quidditch cup from years' ago was there.
'Here's 200 of these money, Harry'.
'Uh, thanks, Hagrid'.
'If you need anything, let me know. I'm teaching at Hogwarts this year. Good bye!'. Harry nodded, and left the Wizard Bank, then he went shopping at a place called Diagon Alley.
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