哈利波特與魔法石Diagon Alley (三)

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

　　"Spells -- enchantments," said Hagrid, unfolding his newspaper as he spoke. "They say there's dragons guardin' the highsecurity vaults. And then yeh gotta find yer way -- Gringotts is hundreds of miles under London, see. Deep under the Underground. Yeh'd die of hunger tryin' ter get out, even if yeh did manage ter get yer hands on summat."

　　Harry sat and thought about this while Hagrid read his newspaper, the Daily Prophet. Harry had learned from Uncle Vernon that people liked to be left alone while they did this, but it was very difficult, he'd never had so many questions in his life.

　　"Ministry o' Magic messin' things up as usual," Hagrid muttered, turning the page.

　　"There's a Ministry of Magic?" Harry asked, before he could stop himself.

　　"'Course," said Hagrid. "They wanted Dumbledore fer Minister, 0f ' course, but he'd never leave Hogwarts, so old Cornelius Fudge got the job. Bungler if ever there was one. So he pelts Dumbledore with owls every morning, askin' fer advice."

　　"But what does a Ministry of Magic do?"

　　"Well, their main job is to keep it from the Muggles that there's still witches an' wizards up an' down the country."

　　"Why?"

　　"Why? Blimey, Harry, everyone'd be wantin' magic solutions to their problems. Nah, we're best left alone."

　　At this moment the boat bumped gently into the harbor wall. Hagrid folded up his newspaper, and they clambered up the stone steps onto the street.

　　Passersby stared a lot at Hagrid as they walked through the little town to the station. Harry couldn't blame them. Not only was Hagrid twice as tall as anyone else, he kept pointing at perfectly ordinary things like parking meters and saying loudly, "See that, Harry? Things these Muggles dream up, eh?"

　　"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."

　　"You'd like one?"

　　"Wanted one ever since I was a kid -- here we go."

　　They had reached the station. There was a train to London in five minutes' time. Hagrid, who didn't understand "Muggle money," as he called it, gave the bills to Harry so he could buy their tickets.

　　People stared more than ever on the train. Hagrid took up two seats and sat knitting what looked like a canary-yellow circus tent.

　　"Still got yer letter, Harry?" he asked as he counted stitches. Harry took the parchment envelope out of his pocket.

　　"Good," said Hagrid. "There's a list there of everything you need."