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No: HPFGUIDX 166956

--- In HPforGrownups at yahoogroups.com, Message #166836 
 
> AmanitaMuscaria now - I reckon it's Gringotts, and it's Kreachur 
> threatening Harry, or victorious over him, holding Gryffindor's 
> sword. Perhaps he's just captured it for Voldy? Ron & Hermione are 
> being thrown into the vault through some elfish special power. The 
> armour - there's a helmet and body armour with dragon or gryffin 
> on, and a silver shield as well as all the gold stuff - is the 
>rest of Gryffindor's outfit - except Dumbledore said something 
>about the sword being the only relic of Gryffindor, didn't he? 


Dungrollin Message #166821:

> And those injuries on Harry's arm look distinctly like 
> toothmarks...


"K":

How about Gringotts and dragons. 

Sorcerer's Stone
Chapter 5

"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.
pgs 75-75

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Sorcerer's Stone
Chapter 5

"Yeah --- so yeh'd be mad ter try an' rob it, I'll tell yeh that. 
Never mess with goblins, Harry. Gringotts is the safest place in the 
world fer anything yeh want ter keep safe --- `cept maybe Hogwarts."
pg 63

"Why would you be made to try and rob Gringotts?" Harry asked.

"Spells – enchantments," said Hagrid, unfolding his newspaper as he 
spoke. "They say there's dragons guardin' the high-security vaults. 
And then yeh gotta find yer way – Gringotts is hundreds of miles 
under London, see. Deep under the Underground."
pg 64




"Hagrid," said Harry, panting a bit as he ran to keep up, "did you 
say there are dragons at Gringotts?"

"Well, so they say," said Hagrid. "Crikey, I'd like a dragon."
pg 65




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.
pg 74