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第9章 视死如归

“She sold it?” cried Monks, with desperate eagerness; “did she

“Shall I travel?—and with you, sir?”

“Right, Professor,” said Harry, with as much contempt as he could put into the last three syllables.

“Quite right, were operating to a very tight schedule,” said Dedalus nodding at his watch and tucking it back into his waist coat. “We are attempting to time your departure from the house with your family’s Disapparition, Harry thus the charm breaks the moment you all head for safety.” He turned to the Dursleys, “Well, are we all packed and ready to go?”

“Pooh! No—a mere scratch. Don’t be so overcome, man: bear

“Not five shillings, sir; nor five pence.”

“No!” cried the goblin, bristling with anger as he pointed a long finger at Ron. “Wizarding arrogance again! That sword was Ragnuk the First’s, taken from him by Godric Gryffindor! It is a –, a masterpiece of goblinwork! It belongs with the gobl–. The sword is the price of my hire, take it or leave it!”

“No,” said Ron shortly. “Why didn't you tell me about the gold?”

“Look at that symbol,” she said, pointing to the top of a page. Above what Harry assumed was the title of the story (being unable to read runes, he could not be sure), there was a picture of what looked like a triangular eye, its pupil crossed with a vertical line.