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Nội dung: <blockquote data-quote="lytamsu" data-source="post: 82956" data-attributes="member: 208640">Bạn ơi cho mình hỏi những từ yer, yeh, o', an', ter, fer ... trong đoạn tiếng anh sau nghĩa là gì?“He wants payin’ fer deliver in’ the paper. Look in the pockets.”Hagrid’s coat seemed to be made of nothing but pockets — bunches of keys, slug pellets, balls of string, peppermint humbugs, teabags … finally, Harry pulled out a handful of strange-looking coins.“Give him five Knuts,” said Hagrid sleepily.“Knuts?”“The little bronze ones.”Harry counted out five little bronze coins, and the owl held out his leg so Harry could put the money into a small leather pouch tied to it. Then he flew off through the open window.Hagrid yawned loudly, sat up, and stretched.“Best be off, Harry, lots ter do today, gotta get up ter London an’ buy all yer stuff fer school.”Harry was turning over the wizard coins and looking at them. He had just thought of something that made him feel as though the happy balloon inside him had got a puncture.“Um — Hagrid?”“Mm?” said Hagrid, who was pulling on his huge boots.“I haven’t got any money — and you heard Uncle Vernon last night … he won’t pay for me to go and learn magic.”“Don’t worry about that,” said Hagrid, standing up and scratching his head. “D’yeh think yer parents didn’t leave yeh anything?”“But if their house was destroyed —”“They didn’ keep their gold in the house, boy! Nah, first stop fer us is Gringotts. Wizards’ bank. Have a sausage, they’re not bad cold — an’ I wouldn’ say no teh a bit o’ yer birthday cake, neither.”“Wizards have banks?”“Just the one. Gringotts. Run by goblins.”Harry dropped the bit of sausage he was holding.“Goblins?”“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. As a matter o’ fact, I gotta visit Gringotts anyway Fer Dumbledore. Hogwarts business.” Hagrid drew himself up proudly. “He usually gets me ter do important stuff fer him. Fetchin’ you — gettin’ things from Gringotts — knows he can trust me, see.“Got everythin’? Come on, then.”Harry followed Hagrid out onto the rock. The sky was quite clear now and the sea gleamed in the sunlight. The boat Uncle Vernon had hired was still there, with a lot of water in the bottom after the storm.“How did you get here?” Harry asked, looking around for another boat.“Flew,” said Hagrid.“Flew?”“Yeah — but we’ll go back in this. Not s’pposed ter use magic now I’ve got yeh.”They settled down in the boat, Harry still staring at Hagrid, trying to imagine him flying.“Seems a shame ter row, though,” said Hagrid, giving Harry another of his sideways looks. “If I was ter — er — speed things up a bit, would yeh mind not mentionin’ it at Hogwarts?”“Of course not,” said Harry, eager to see more magic. Hagrid pulled out the pink umbrella again, tapped it twice on the side of the boat, and they sped off toward land.“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 high-security 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, o’ 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 yeh need.”Cảm ơn bạn nhiều!!!</blockquote>

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