FYI... you'll be seeing a lot of weird house-elf names in this chapter...
At the Great Hall, an assembly was there. Dumbledore was at the staff table, his hands on the microphone. “Students, we are now going to learn about opening vaults in Gringotts. Tomorrow, we will take a trip to Gringotts. You each have to bring a Galleon and come. You will open your own place in Gringotts to keep your money. If you are scared, don’t worry. The tiny cars that you ride in are fun, trust me.” The little kids smiled. “A few house elves will be in cars behind you to ensure safety,” he added.
The next morning, the elves woke up delightedly. “Dobby sir needs to help today,” he said whenever a student approached. He also had to give his gift to Dumbledore. When Dumbledore walked past, Dobby stuck his head out. “Professor Dumbledore, Dobby sir has a gift for you,” he said, presenting a badly wrapped brown package.
When Dumbledore opened it, he found two socks. One was blue and gold with patterns of moons and stars, and the other was red and green with Sorting Hats all over it. Dumbledore barely had any socks and was utterly delighted when he got his gift.
“Um, well, thanks, Dobby,” Dumbledore said awkwardly. Dobby started to sob with happiness, and then stopped. Dumbledore then pulled off his ratty old socks and pulled on Dobby’s socks, which caused Dobby’s eyes to leak with happy tears.
“Dobby sir needs to go now. We is making food for the big feast!” And Dobby disappeared.
Hogwarts got ready for the big trip. They traveled through the Hogwarts train to a place with bricks. Dumbledore tapped on one of them to enter Diagon Alley, where Gringotts was.
Teachers were keeping close watch over the students. “Weasley!” Professor McGonagall snapped. “Where in the world is your Galleon?” Ron Weasley looked at her sadly.
“Professor, I don’t have any. I don’t have money. My mum needs it to keep us,” he explained.
Minerva’s eyes widened.
“No money?” she repeated, staring after him.
It didn’t matter. Dobby was pushing through the crowd, clutching a bulging sack. “Dobby has money for you, sir!” he squeaked, opening the bag. He pulled out a handful of shiny Galleons and gave them to Ron.
“Thanks a lot, Dobby!” he said excitedly. “How can I ever pay you?” Dobby’s tennis ball yellow-green eyes welled up with tears.
“Nothing, sir! It are nothing, this is!” Dobby said, disappearing again.
Dumbledore stood at the front of the crowd. He pointed his wand at his throat and clearly said, “Sonorus!” His voice was magically amplified. “Students, please follow the group of house elves you are with. They will lead you to your cart. Gryffindor elves, you are Winky, Dobby, Rizzy, Frizzy, and Meemo.” Rizzy was enthusiastic.
“Frizzy gets to be with me!” she crowed. Rizzy and Frizzy were twins. Dumbledore cleared his throat.
“Ahem. The Hufflepuff elves are Cakey, Sticky, Potty, Weemee, and Apple. The Ravenclaw elves are Dummy, Stupidy, Dusty, Cleany, and Neat. The Slytherin elves are Kreacher, Darkly, Nasty, Meanly, and Voldemort.”
“Ahhhhh!” cried the Slytherins in fear. People winced.
“Is the real He-Who-Must-Not-Named here?” Winky asked fearfully. “The house elf named Voldemort is not the real Dark Lord. The house elf just prefers that name,” Dumbledore assured them. Draco Malfoy, whose father was a helper of Voldemort, smirked.
“We got all the dark and death eater type ones,” he said, smiling. Then Dumbledore pointed his wand again to his throat.
“Quietus!” he muttered, making his voice regular again.
Kreacher muttered to himself. “Yes, poor mistress needs me, she is not getting well without poor Kreacher, yes scums, filthy mudbloods, roaming ‘round the house, came here on Dumbledore’s orders, the barmy old codger is the headmaster, oh poor Kreacher! My mistress is needing me, the house is out of control, who is there to take care of poor mistress?” he muttered darkly as he helped Slytherins into tiny carts.
After this comes a giant description of Gringotts, which I'm sure you're all familiar with. Then...
After everyone had got into a cart, the goblins took everyone to a section of Gringotts. There were lots of tiny doors which only goblins could open. If a person or house-elf tried to open it, they would go mad. One by one, goblins opened the doors and put the money in it. Then they sealed the door and placed a label on each door.
On the way back, the students found a Death Eater guarding a door. “What do you have?” Dumbledore asked politely.
“Oh, I am guarding something for my master. It is a weapon,” the Death Eater replied furiously, his eyes flashing.
“Oops,” he said, covering his mouth and narrowing his eyes at Dumbledore. “Why did you make me tell you? It is none of your business, Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore!” the Death Eater yelled, pulling out his wand.
It was too late. Dumbledore had already sent a hex at the Death Eater. The Death Eater was stunned. “Okay,” he said, looking at Griphook, a goblin. “Could you open this up?”
Griphook nodded and opened the door. Inside was a grubby little brown package.
Dumbledore picked up the package and opened it. Inside was a double wand with a sword attached. “So,” he said, smiling. “This is the weapon. Let’s see what Voldemort will make of this. He won’t be too happy to hear this.”
He pointed his own wand at the package and said, “Avada Kedavra!” The package burst into flame and then disappeared. “Thanks, Griphook,” he said. And then everyone got into carts and went through the tracks out the door.
Coming up... Quidditch games, songs, and more!