Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone

I should've known that you would|be here, Professor McGonagall.

Good evening, Professor Dumbledore.

Are the rumors true, Albus?

I'm afraid so, professor.|The good and the bad.

- And the boy?|- Hagrid is bringing him.

Is it wise to trust Hagrid|with something so important?

Professor, I would trust Hagrid|with my life.

Professor Dumbledore, sir.|Professor McGonagall.

- No problems, I trust, Hagrid?|- No, sir.

Little tyke fell asleep|as we were flying over Bristol.

Try not to wake him.

There you go.

Do you really think it's safe,|leaving him with these people?

I've watched them all day.|They're the worst sort of Muggles.

- They really are...|- The only family he has.

He'll be famous. Every child|in our world will know his name.

Exactly.

He's far better off growing up|away from all of that.

Until he's ready.

There, there, Hagrid.|It's not really goodbye, after all.

Good luck...

...Harry Potter.

Up. Get up!

Now!

Wake up, cousin!|We're going to the zoo!

- Here he comes, the birthday boy.|- Happy birthday, son.

Cook breakfast.|And try not to burn anything.

- Yes, Aunt Petunia.|- I want everything to be perfect...

...for my Dudley's special day!

- Hurry up! Bring my coffee, boy.|- Yes, Uncle Vernon.

Aren't they wonderful, darling?

- How many are there?|- 36. Counted them myself.

36?! But last year I had 37!

- But some are bigger than last year's.|- I don't care!

This is what we're going to do.

We're going to buy you two|new presents. How's that, pumpkin?

It should be a lovely day at the zoo.|I'm really looking forward to it.

I'm warning you now, boy.

Any funny business, any at all...

...and you won't have|any meals for a week.

Get in.

Make it move.

Move!

- Move!|- He's asleep!

He's boring.

Sorry about him.

He doesn't understand|what it's like, lying there...

...watching people press|their ugly faces in on you.

Can you hear me?

It's just, I've never talked|to a snake before.

Do you...?

Do you talk to people often?

You're from Burma, aren't you?|Was it nice there?

Do you miss your family?

I see. That's me as well.|I never knew my parents either.

Mummy, Dad, you won't believe|what this snake is doing!

Thanks.

Anytime.

Snake!

Mum! Mummy! Help me!

My darling boy!|How did you get in there?

Who did this? How did you get|in there? Is there a snake?

It's all right, sweetheart.|We'll get you out of these cold clothes.

- What happened?|- I swear, I don't know!

The glass was there|and then it was gone, like magic.

There's no such thing as magic.

Marge is ill. Ate a funny whelk.

- Dad, look! Harry's got a letter!|- It's mine!

Yours? Who'd be writing to you?

No more mail through this letterbox.

Have a lovely day at the office, dear.

Shoo! Go on.

Fine day, Sunday.

In my opinion, best day of the week.|Why is that, Dudley?

- Because there's no post on Sundays?|- Right you are, Harry!

No post on Sunday.

No blasted letters today! No, sir.

Not one single bloody letter. Not one!

No, sir, not one blasted, miserable...

Make it stop, please!

Stop it!

Mummy, what's happening?

Give me that! Give me that letter!

Get off!

They're my letters! Let go of me!

That's it! We're going away!

Far away, where they can't find us!

Daddy's gone mad, hasn't he?

Make a wish, Harry.

Who's there?

Sorry about that.

I demand that you leave at once.|You are breaking and entering.

Dry up, Dursley, you great prune.

I haven't seen you|since you was a baby, Harry.

You're a bit more along than I expected.|Particularly in the middle.

I'm not Harry.

- I am.|- Well, of course you are.

Got something for you.

Afraid I sat on it, but I imagine|it'll taste fine just the same.

Baked it myself, words and all.

Thank you.

It's not every day your young man|turns 11, is it?

Excuse me, but who are you?

Rubeus Hagrid, Keeper of Keys|and Grounds at Hogwarts.

- Of course, you know about Hogwarts.|- Sorry, no.

Didn't you ever wonder where|your mum and dad learned it all?

Learned what?

You're a wizard, Harry.

- I'm a what?|- A wizard.

A good one, I'd wager,|once you're trained up.

No, you've made a mistake.|I mean...

...I can't be a wizard.

I mean, I'm just Harry. Just Harry.

Well, Just Harry, did you ever|make anything happen?

Anything you couldn't explain,|when you were angry or scared?

"Dear Mr. Potter,|We are pleased to accept you...

...at Hogwarts School|of Witchcraft and Wizardry."

He will not be going! We swore|we'd put a stop to all this rubbish.

You knew? You knew all along|and you never told me?

Of course we knew.|How could you not be?

My perfect sister being who she was.

My mother and father were so proud|the day she got her letter.

"We have a witch in the family.|Isn't it wonderful?"

I was the only one to see her|for what she was.

A freak!

Then she met that Potter,|and then she had you...

...and I knew you would be the same.|Just as strange, just as abnormal.

And then she got herself blown up,|and we got landed with you.

Blown up? You told me|my parents died in a car crash.

A car crash? A car crash killed|Lily and James Potter?

- We had to say something.|- It's an outrage! A scandal!

He'll not be going.

A great Muggle like you|is going to stop him?

Muggle?

Non-magic folk. This boy's had|his name down since he were born.

He's going to the finest school|of witchcraft and wizardry.

He'll be under the finest headmaster|Hogwarts has seen, Albus Dumbledore.

I will not pay to have a crackpot|old fool teach him magic tricks.

Never insult Albus Dumbledore...

...in front of me.

I'd appreciate it if you didn't tell|anyone at Hogwarts about that.

- I'm not allowed to do magic.|- Okay.

We're a bit behind schedule.|Best be off.

Unless you'd rather stay, of course.

"All students must be equipped with...

...one standard size 2|pewter cauldron...

...and may bring, if they desire,|either an owl, a cat or a toad."

Can we find all this in London?

If you know where to go.

Ah, Hagrid! The usual, I presume?

No, thanks, Tom.|I'm on official Hogwarts business.

Just helping Harry buy|his school supplies.

Bless my soul.|It's Harry Potter!

Welcome back, Mr. Potter.|Welcome back.

Doris Crockford. I can't believe|I'm meeting you at last.

Harry Potter. Can't tell you|how pleased I am to meet you.

Hello, professor. I didn't see you.

Professor Quirrell will be your|Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher.

Oh, nice to meet you.

Fearfully fascinating subject.

Not that you need it, eh, Potter?

Yes, well, must be going now.|Lots to buy.

Goodbye.

- See, Harry? You're famous.|- But why am I famous?

All those people,|how is it they know who I am?

I'm not sure I'm the right person|to tell you that.

Welcome, Harry, to Diagon Alley.

Here, you get your quills and ink.

Over there, all your bits and bobs|for doing wizardry.

It's a world-class racing broom.

Look at it! The new Nimbus 2000!

It's the fastest model yet.

But how am I to pay for all this?|I haven't any money.

There's your money.|Gringotts, the wizard bank.

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