J.K. Rowling
- Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone
Hagrid helped 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?"
J.K. Rowling
- Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone
All Harry's - it was incredible. The Dursley's 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 that time there had been a small fortune belonging to him, buried deep under London.
