Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone Page #4

- Let's go this way.|- Before the staircase moves again.

Does anybody feel like|we shouldn't be here?

We're not supposed to be here.

This is the third floor.|It's forbidden.

Let's go.

- It's Filch's cat!|- Run!

Quick, let's hide through that door!

- It's locked!|- We're done for!

Move over!

Alohomora.

Get in.

"Alohomora?"

Standard Book of Spells, |chapter seven.

Anyone here, my sweet?

Come on.

- Filch is gone.|- He thinks this door's locked.

- It was locked.|- And for good reason.

What are they doing, keeping a thing|like that locked up in a school?

Didn't you see what|it was standing on?

I wasn't looking at its feet!|I was preoccupied with its heads.

Or maybe you didn't notice.|There were three!

It was standing on a trap door.|It wasn't there by accident.

- It's guarding something.|- Guarding something?

That's right. Now, if you two don't mind,|I'm going to bed...

...before you come up with another idea|to get us killed.

Or worse, expelled.

She needs to sort out her priorities.

Quidditch is easy to understand.|Each team has seven players.

Three Chasers, two Beaters,|one Keeper and a Seeker. That's you.

There are three kinds of balls.|This one's called the Quaffle.

The Chasers handle the Quaffle and try|to put it through one of those hoops.

The Keeper, that's me,|defends the hoops. With me so far?

I think so. What are those?

You better take this.

Careful now, it's coming back.

Not bad, Potter.|You'd make a fair Beater.

What was that?

Bludger. Nasty little buggers.

But you are a Seeker.

The only thing I want you|to worry about is this.

The Golden Snitch.

- I like this ball.|- You like it now.

Just wait. It's wicked fast|and damn near impossible to see.

What do I do with it?

You catch it.|Before the other team's Seeker.

You catch this, the game's over.

You catch this, Potter,|and we win.

One of a wizard's most rudimentary|skills is levitation...

...or the ability to make objects fly.

Do you have your feathers? Good.

Now, don't forget the nice wrist|movement we've been practicing.

The swish and flick. Everyone.

The swish and flick. Good.|Oh, and enunciate.

Wingardium Leviosa. |Off you go, then.

Wingardium Leviosa.

Wingardium Leviosa.

No, stop, stop, stop! You're going|to take someone's eye out.

Besides, you're saying it wrong.|It's "Leviosa", not "Leviosar".

You do it then, if you're so clever.|Go on, go on.

Wingardium Leviosa.

Well done! See here, everyone,|Miss Granger's done it!

Splendid!

Well done, dear.

I think we're going to need|another feather over here.

"It's Leviosa, not Leviosar."

She's a nightmare, honestly!|No wonder she hasn't got any friends.

I think she heard you.

Where's Hermione?

Parvati said she wouldn't|come out of the bathroom.

She said that she'd been in there|all afternoon, crying.

Troll in the dungeon!

Troll in the dungeon!

Thought you ought to know.

Silence!

Everyone will please not panic!

Now...

...prefects will lead their house|back to the dormitories.

Teachers will follow me|to the dungeons.

Gryffindors, keep up, please,|and stay alert.

How could a troll get in?

Not on its own. Trolls are really stupid.|Probably people playing jokes.

- What?|- Hermione! She doesn't know.

I think the troll's left the dungeon.

It's going into the girls' bathroom.

Hermione, move!

Help! Help!

Hey, pea brain!

Help!

Do something!

- What?|- Anything!

- Hurry up!|- Swish and flick.

Wingardium Leviosa.

Cool.

Is it dead?

I don't think so. Just knocked out.

Troll boogers.

Oh, my goodness!|Explain yourselves, both of you!

- Well, what it is...|- It's my fault, Professor McGonagall.

Miss Granger?

I went looking for the troll.|I thought I could handle it.

But I was wrong.

If Harry and Ron hadn't come|and found me, I'd probably be dead.

Be that as it may, it was|an extremely foolish thing to do.

I expected more rational behavior|and am very disappointed in you.

Five points will be taken|from Gryffindor...

...for your serious lack of judgment.

As for you two gentlemen...

...I just hope you realize|how fortunate you are.

Not many first-year students|could take on a troll...

...and live to tell the tale.

Five points...

...will be awarded to each of you...

...for sheer dumb luck.

Perhaps you ought to go.|It might wake up.

Take a bit of toast, mate. Go on.

Ron's right.|You'll need your strength today.

I'm not hungry.

Good luck today, Potter.|You've proven yourself against a troll.

A game of Quidditch|should be easy work.

Even if it is against Slytherin.

- That explains the blood.|- Blood?

Last night, I'm guessing Snape let|the troll in as a diversion...

...so he could get past that dog.

But he got bit,|that's why he's limping.

But why would anyone go near that dog?

At Gringotts, Hagrid took|something out of the vault.

Said it was Hogwarts business,|very secret.

You're saying...

That's what the dog's guarding.|That's what Snape wants.

- Bit early for mail, isn't it?|- But I never get mail.

Let's open it.

It's a broomstick.

That's not just a broomstick,|it's a Nimbus 2000!

But who...?

- Scared, Harry?|- A little.

It's all right. I felt the same way|before my first game.

- What happened?|- I don't really remember.

I took a Bludger to the head|two minutes in.

Woke up in hospital a week later.

Welcome to Hogwarts' first|Quidditch game of the season.

Today's game,|Slytherin versus Gryffindor!

The players take their positions...

...as Madam Hooch steps onto|the field to begin the game!

Now, I want a nice, clean game...

...from all of you!

The Bludgers are up,|followed by the Golden Snitch.

Remember, the Snitch|is worth 150 points.

The Seeker who catches the Snitch|ends the game.

The Quaffle is released|and the game begins!

Angelina Johnson scores!|Ten points for Gryffindor!

Well done!

Slytherin takes the Quaffle.|Bletchley passes to Captain Marcus Flint.

Another 10 points to Gryffindor!

Give me that!

Take that side!

What's going on|with Harry's broomstick?

It's Snape.|He's jinxing the broom!

- Jinxing the broom? What do we do?|- Leave it to me.

Come on, Hermione!

Lacarnum Inflamarae.

Fire! You're on fire!

Go, go, go, go!

Looks like he's gonna be sick.

He's got the Snitch!

Harry Potter receives 150 points|for catching the Snitch!

Gryffindor wins!

Nonsense! Why would Snape|put a curse on Harry's broom?

Who knows? Why was he trying|to get past that three-headed dog?

- Who told you about Fluffy?|- Fluffy?

- That thing has a name?|- Of course he has a name. He's mine.

I bought him off an Irishman.|I lent him to Dumbledore to guard...

Shouldn't have said that.|No more questions! That's top-secret.

But whatever Fluffy's guarding,|Snape's trying to steal it.

Codswallop. Professor Snape|is a Hogwarts teacher.

Teacher or not, I know a spell when|I see one. I've read all about them.

You've got to keep eye contact,|and Snape wasn't blinking.

Exactly.

Now, you listen to me,|all three of you.

You're meddling in things that ought|not to be meddled in. It's dangerous.

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