Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone Page #2

Ain't no safer place, not one.|Except perhaps Hogwarts.

Hagrid, what exactly|are these things?

They're goblins. Clever as they come,|but not the most friendly of beasts.

Best stay close.

Mr. Harry Potter wishes|to make a withdrawal.

And does Mr. Harry Potter|have his key?

Wait a minute.|Got it here somewhere.

Ha! There's the little devil.

And there's something else as well.

Professor Dumbledore gave me this.

It's about You-Know-What|in vault you-know-which.

Very well.

Vault 687.

Lamp, please.

Key, please.

Did you think your parents|would leave you with nothing?

- Vault 713.|- What's in there, Hagrid?

Can't tell you.|Hogwarts business. Very secret.

Stand back.

Best not to mention this to anyone.

I still need a wand.

You want Ollivanders.|There ain't no place better.

Run along there and wait.|I got one more thing to do.

Hello?

Hello?

I wondered when|I'd be seeing you, Mr. Potter.

It seems only yesterday...

...that your mother and father were|in here buying their first wands.

Here we are.

Give it a wave.

Apparently not.

Perhaps...

...this.

No, no, definitely not.|No matter.

I wonder...

Curious.

Very curious.

Sorry, but what's curious?

I remember every wand|I've ever sold, Mr. Potter.

It so happens that the phoenix...

...whose tail feather resides|in your wand, gave another feather.

Just one other.

It is curious that you should|be destined for this wand...

...when its brother|gave you that scar.

And who owned that wand?

We do not speak his name.

The wand chooses|the wizard, Mr. Potter.

It's not always clear why.

But I think it is clear...

...that we can expect|great things from you.

After all, He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named...

...did great things.

Terrible...

...yes, but great.

Harry! Harry!

Happy birthday.

You all right, Harry?|You seem very quiet.

He killed my parents, didn't he?|The one who gave me this.

You know, Hagrid. I know you do.

First, and understand this|because it's very important:

Not all wizards are good.

Some of them go bad.|A few years ago...

...there was a wizard who went as bad|as you can go. His name was V...

- His name was V...|- Maybe if you wrote it down?

No, I can't spell it.

- All right, Voldemort.|- Voldemort?

It was dark times, Harry.

to gather some followers.

Brought them over to the Dark Side.

ended up dead.

Your parents fought against him.

he decided to kill them.

Nobody, not one.

Except you.

Me? Voldemort tried to kill me?

Yes. That ain't no ordinary cut|on your forehead, Harry.

A mark like that only comes from being|touched by a curse, an evil curse.

What happened to V...?|To You-Know-Who?

Well, some say he died.

Codswallop, in my opinion.

Nope, I reckon he's out there still...

...too tired to carry on.

But one thing's certain. Something|about you stumped him that night.

That's why you're famous.|That's why everybody knows your name.

You're the boy who lived.

What are you looking at?

Blimey, is that the time?

I'm gonna have to leave you.|Dumbledore will be wanting his...

Well, he'll be wanting to see me.|Your train leaves in 10 minutes.

Here's your ticket. Stick to your ticket,|that's very important.

"Platform 9 3/4?"

But, Hagrid, there must be a mistake.|This says platform 9 3/4.

There's no such thing, is there?

Sorry.

Excuse me. Excuse me.

On your left.

Can you tell me where|I might find platform 9 3/4?

Think you're being funny, do you?

It's the same every year,|packed with Muggles.

- Muggles?|- Platform 9 3/4, this way.

All right, Percy, you first.

Fred, you next.

- He's not Fred, I am.|- You call yourself our mother?

I'm sorry, George.

I'm only joking. I am Fred.

Excuse me.

Could you tell me how to...?

How to get onto the platform?|Not to worry, dear.

It's Ron's first time|to Hogwarts as well.

All you do is walk straight at the wall|between platforms 9 and 10.

- Best to run if you're nervous.|- Good luck.

Excuse me. Do you mind?|Everywhere else is full.

Not at all.

I'm Ron, by the way.|Ron Weasley.

I'm Harry. Harry Potter.

So it's true!

I mean, do you really have the...?

- The what?|- The scar?

Wicked!

- Anything off the trolley, dears?|- No, thanks. I'm all set.

We'll take the lot.

- Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans?|- They mean every flavor.

There's chocolate|and peppermint and also...

...spinach, liver and tripe.

George sweared he got|a booger-flavored one once.

- Are they real frogs?|- It's a spell. You want the cards.

Each pack's got a famous witch|or wizard. I've got about 500 meself.

Watch it!

That's rotten luck. They've only|got one good jump in them.

- I've got Dumbledore!|- I got about six of him.

Hey, he's gone!

You can't expect him to|hang around all day, can you?

This is Scabbers.|Pathetic, isn't he?

A little.

Fred gave me a spell|to turn him yellow. Want to see?

Yeah.

Has anyone seen a toad?

- A boy named Neville's lost one.|- No.

Oh, are you doing magic?|Let's see, then.

Sunshine, daisies, butter mellow

Turn this stupid, fat rat yellow

Are you sure that's a real spell?|Well, it's not very good, is it?

I've only tried|a few simple ones myself...

...but they've all worked for me.

For example:

Oculus Reparo.

That's better, isn't it?

Holy cricket, you're Harry Potter!

I'm Hermione Granger.|And you are...?

- I'm Ron Weasley.|- Pleasure.

You two better change into robes.|I expect we'll be arriving soon.

You've got dirt on your nose.|Did you know?

Just there.

Right, then.|First years, this way, please!

Come on, first years, don't be shy.|Come on now, hurry up.

- Hello, Harry.|- Hi, Hagrid.

Right, then. This way to the boats.|Come on now, follow me.

Wicked.

Welcome to Hogwarts.

Shortly, you'll pass through|these doors and join your classmates.

But before you take your seats,|you must be sorted into your houses.

They are Gryffindor, Hufflepuff...

...Ravenclaw and Slytherin.

While you're here, your house|will be like your family.

Your triumphs will earn you points.

Any rule-breaking|and you will lose points.

At the end of the year, the house|with the most points wins the house cup.

Trevor!

Sorry.

The Sorting Ceremony|will begin momentarily.

It's true then,|what they're saying on the train.

Harry Potter has come to Hogwarts.

Harry Potter?

This is Crabbe and Goyle.

And I'm Malfoy.

Draco Malfoy.

Think my name's funny, do you?|I've no need to ask yours.

Red hair and a hand-me-down robe?|You must be a Weasley.

You'll find out some wizarding families|are better than others.

You don't want to go making friends|with the wrong sort.

I can help you there.

I think I can tell the wrong sort|for myself, thanks.

We're ready for you now.|Follow me.

The ceiling isn't real. It's bewitched|to look like the night sky.

I read about it|in "Hogwarts, A History".

Will you wait along here, please?

Now, before we begin...

...Professor Dumbledore would like|to say a few words.

I have a few start-of-term notices|I wish to announce.

The first years, please note...

...that the Dark Forest is|strictly forbidden to all students.

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