Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone
by J. K. Rowling
(Bloomsbury, 1997)
Mr. and Mrs. Dursley, of number four, Privet Drive, were proud to say that they were perfectly normal.
Page 1.
Mrs. Dursley was thin and blonde and had nearly twice the usual amount of neck, which dame in very useful as she spent so much of her time craning over garden fences, spying on the neighbours.
Page 1.
The Dursleys had everything they wanted, but they also had a secret, and their greatest fear was that somebody would discover it.
Page 1.
Mrs. Dursley pretended she didn’t have a sister, because her sister and her good-for-nothing husband were as unDursleyish as it was possible to be.
Page 2.
Mr. Dursley couldn’t bear people who dressed in funny clothes.
Page 3.
Albus Dumbledore didn’t seem to realise that he had just arrived in a street where everything form his name to his boots was unwelcome.
Page 9.
“There will be books written about Harry - every child in our world will know his name!”
Page 14.
Harry was used to spiders, because the cupboard under the stairs was full of them, and that was where he slept.
Page 20.
Harry had a thin face, knobbly knees, black hair and bright green eyes. He wore round glasses held together with a lot of Sellotape because of all the times Dudley had punched him on the nose. The only thing Harry liked about his own appearance was a very thin scar on his forehead which was shaped like a bolt of lightning.
Page 21.
Don’t ask questions - that was the first rule of ra quiet life with the Dursleys.
Page 21.
The problem was, strange things often happened around Harry and it was just no good telling the Dursleys he didn’t make them happen.
Page 25.
If there was one thing the Dursleys hated even more than his asking questions, it was his talking about anything acting in a way it shouldn’t, no matter if it was in a dream or even a cartoon.
Page 27.
He couldn’t remember his parents at all. His aunt and uncle never spoke about them, and of course he was forbidden to ask questions. There were no photographs of them in the house.
Page 31.
Hagrid’s coast seemed to be made of nothing but pockets.
Page 67.
The Leaky Cauldron had suddenly gone completely still and silent.
“Bless my soul,” whispered the old barman. “Harry Potter … what an honour.”
Page 74.
He tapped the wall three times with the point of his umbrella.
The brick he had touched quivered - it wriggled - in the middle, a small hole appeared - it grew wider and wider - a second later they were facing an archway large enough even for Hagrid, an archway on to a cobbled street which twisted and turned out of sight.
Page 76.
“There’s not a single witch or wizard who went bad who wasn’t in Slytherin.”
Page 86.
“Yer not ter use magic in the Muggle world except in very special circumstances.”
Page 86.
The last shop was narrow and shabby. Peeling gold letter over the door read Ollivanders: Makers of Fine Wands since 382 BC.
Page 88.
“Ah yes,” said the man. “Yes, yes. I thought I’d be seeing you soon. Harry Potter.” It wasn’t a question.
Page 88.
“It’s really the wand that chooses the wizard, of course.”
Page 89.
“Every Ollivander wand has a core of a powerful magical substance, Mr. Potter. We use unicorn hairs, phoenix tail feathers and the heartstrings of dragons. No two Ollivander wands are the same, just as no two unicorns, dragons or phoenixes are quite the same.”
Page 90.
“I remember every wand I’ve ever sold, Mr. Potter. Every single wand. It so happens that the phoenix whose tail feather is in your wand, gave another feather - just one other. It is very curious indeed that you should be destined for this want when its brother - why, its brother gave you that scar.”
Pages 91-92.
“The wand chooses the wizard, remember. … I think we must expect great things form you, Mr. Potter … After all, He Who Must Not Be Named did great things - terrible, yes, but great.”
Page 92.
“Not to worry,” she said. “All you have to do is walk straight at the barrier between platforms nine and ten. Don’t stop and don’t be scared you’ll crash into it, that’s very important. Best do it at a bit of a run if you’re nervous.”
Page 99.
A scarlet steam engine was waiting next to a platform packed with people. A sign overhead said Hogwarts Express, 11 o’clock. Harry looked behind him and saw a wrought-iron archway where the ticket box had been, with the words Platform Nine and Three-Quarters on it. He had done it.
Page 100.
“Are all your family wizards?” asked Harry, who found Ron just as interesting as Ron found him.
Page 105.
“Everyone expects me to do as well as the others, but if I do, it’s no big deal, because they did it first. You never get anything new, either, with five brothers. I’ve got Bill’s old robes, Charlie’s old want and Percy’s old rat.”
Page 106.
He had just raised his wand when the compartment door slid open again. The toadless boy was back, but this time he had a girl with him. She was already wearing her new Hogwarts robes.
“Has anyone seen a toad? Neville’s lost one,” she said. She had a bossy sort of voice, lots of brown hair and rather large front teeth.
Page 112.
“I’m Hermione Granger, by the way, who are you?”
She said all this very fast.
Page 113.
Three boys entered and Harry recognised the middle one at once: it was the pale boy from Madam Malkin’s robe shop. He was looking at Harry with a lot more interest than he’d shown back in Diagon Alley.
“Is it true?” he said. “They’re saying all down the train that Harry Potter’s in this compartment. So it’s you, is it?”
“Yes,” said Harry. He was looking at the other boys. Both of them were thickset and looked extremely mean. Standing either side of the pale boy they looked like bodyguards.
“oh, this is Crabbe and this is Goyle,” said the pale boy carelessly, noticing where Harry was looking. “And my name’s Malfoy, Draco Malfoy.”
Page 115.
“You’ve got dirt on your nose, by the way, did you know?”
Page 118.
Perched atop a high mountain on the other side, its windows sparkling in the starry sky, was a fast castle with many turrets and towers.
Page 119.
The door swung open at once. A tall, black-haired witch in emerald-green robes stood there. She had a very stern face and Harry’s first thought was that this was not someone to cross.
Page 121.
“The four houses are called Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw and Slytherin. Each house has its own noble history and each has produced outstanding witches and wizards. While you are at Hogwarts, your triumphs will earn your house points, while any rule-breaking will lost house points at the end of the year, the house with the most points is awarded the House cup, a great honour. I hope each of you will be a credit to whichever house becomes yours.”
Page 122.
He gasped. So did the people around him. About twenty ghosts had just streamed through the back wall. Pearly-white and slightly transparent, they glided across the room talking to each other and hardly glancing at the first-years. They seemed to be arguing.
Page 123.
Harry had never even imagined such a strange and splendid place. It was lit by thousands and thousands of candles which were floating in mid-air over four long tables, where the rest of the students were sitting. These tables were laid with glittering golden plates and goblets. At the top of the Hall was another long table where the teachers were sitting.
Page 124.
Harry looked upwards and saw a velvety black ceiling dotted with stars. He heard Hermione whisper, “It’s bewitched to look like the sky outside, I read about it in Hogwarts: A History.”
It was hard to believe there was a ceiling there at all, and that the Great Hall didn’t simply open on to the heavens.
Page 125.
If only the hat had mentioned a house for people who felt a bit queasy, that would have been the one for him.
Page 127.
Perhaps it was Harry’s imagination, after all he’d heard about Slytherin, but he thought they looked an unpleasant lot.
Page 128.
“Nearly Headless? How can you be nearly headless?”
Sir Nicholas looked extremely miffed, as if their little chat wasn’t gong at all the way he wanted.
“Like this,” he said irritably. He seized his left ear and pulled. His whole head swung off his neck and fell on to his shoulder as if it was on a hinge. Someone had obviously tried to behead him, but not done it properly. Looking pleased at the stunned looks on their faces, Nearly Headless Nick flipped his head back on to his neck.
Pages 132-133.
When everyone had eaten as much as they could, the remains o the food faded from the plates, leaving them sparkling clean as before.
Page 133.
“I must tell you that this year, the third-floor corridor on the right-hand side is out of bounds to everyone show does not wish to died a very painful death.”
Page 136.
Whispers followed Harry form the moment he left his dormitory nest day. People queuing outside classrooms stood on tiptoe to get a look at him, or doubled back to pass him in the corridors again, staring. Harry wished they wouldn’t.
Page 140.
There were a hundred and forty-two staircases at Hogwarts: wide, sweeping ones; narrow, rickety ones; some that led somewhere different on a Friday; some with a vanishing step halfway up that you had to remember to jump. Then there were doors that wouldn’t open unless you asked politely, or tickled them in exactly the right place, and doors that really weren’t doors at all, but solid walls just pretending. It was also very hard to remember where anything was, because it all seemed to move around a lot. The people in the portraits kept going to visit each other and Harry was sure the coasts of armour could walk.
Pages 140-141.
Filch owned a cat called Mrs. Norris, a scrawny, dust-coloured creature with bulging, lamp-like eyes just like Filch’s. she patrolled the corridors alone.
Page 141.
Filch knew the secret passageways of the school better than anyone (except perhaps the Weasley twins) and could pop up as suddenly as any of the ghosts.
Page 142.
Harry was very relieved to find out that he wasn’t miles behind everyone else. Lots of people had come from Muggle families and, like him, hadn’t had any idea that they were witches and wizards.
Page 144.
It had given him a bit of a shock on the first morning, when about a hundred owls had suddenly streamed into the great Hall during breakfast, circling the gables until they saw their owners and dropping letters and packages on to their laps.
Page 144.
At the start-of-term banquet, Harry had got the idea that Professor snape disliked him. By the end of the first Potions lesson, he knew he’d been wrong. Snape didn’t dislike Harry - he hated him.
Page 145.
He spoke in barely more than a whisper, but they caught every word - like Professor McGonagall, Snape had the gift of keeping a class silent without effort.
Page 146.
Harry had never believed he would meet a boy he hated more than Dudley, but that was before he met Draco Malfoy.
Page 153.
Everyone from wizarding families talked about Quidditch constantly.
Page 154.
Neville managed to have an extraordinary number of accidents even with both feet on the ground.
Page 154.
Hermione was now refusing to speak to Harry and Ron, but she was such a bossy know-it-all that they saw this as an added bonus.
Page 176.
A game of Quidditch only ends when the Snitch is caught, so it can go on for ages - I think the record is three months, they had to keep brining on substitutes so the players could get some sleep.
Page 182.
The castle felt more like home than Privet drive had ever done.
Page 183.
“Wingardium Leviosa!” he shouted, waving his long arms like a windmill.
“You’re doing it wrong,” Harry heard Hermione snap. “It’s Wing-gar-dium Levi-o-sa, make the “gar” nicd and long.”
“You do it, then, if you’re so clever,” Ron snarled.
Hermione rolled up the sleeves of her gown, flicked her wand and said, “Wingardium Leviosa!”
Their feather rose off the desk and hovered about four feet above their heads.
“Oh, well done!” cried Professor Flitwick, clapping. “Everyone see here, Miss Granger’s done it!”
Page 184.
The club flew suddenly out of the troll’s hand, rose high, high up into the air, turned slowly over - and dropped, with a sickening crack, on to its owner’s head. The troll swayed on the spot and then fell flat on its face, with a thud that made the whole room tremble.
Page 189.
From that moment on, Hermione Granger became their friend. There are some things you can’t share without ending up liking each other, and knocking out a twelve-foot mountain troll is one of them.
Page 192.
Hermione had become a bit more relaxed about breaking rules since Harry and Ron had saved her from the mountain troll and she was much nicer for it.
Page 194.
Hermione was checking Harry and Ron’s charms homework for them. She would never let them copy (“How will you learn?”), but by asking her to read it through, they got the right answers anyway.
Page 195.
Snape was int eh middle of the stands opposite them. He had his eyes fixed on Harry and was muttering non-stop under his breath.
Page 204.
Harry was speeding towards the ground when the crowd saw him clap his hand to his mouth as though he was about to be sick - he hit the pitch on all fours - coughed - and something gold fell into his hand.
Page 205.
“You forget that dog, an’ you forget what it’s guardin’, that’s between Professor Dumbledor an’ Nicolas Flamel - ”
“Aha!” said Harry. “So there’s someone called Nicolas Flamel involved, is there?”
Hagrid looked furious with himself.
Page 207.
Ron also started teaching Harry wizard chess. This was exactly like Muggle chess except that the figures were alive, which made it a lot like directing troops in battle.
Page 214.
Maybe he was imagining it, maybe not, but he thought a faint whispering was coming from the books, as though they knew someone was there who shouldn’t be.
Page 221.
The Cloak didn’t stop him being solid.
Page 222.
“So,” said Dumbledore, slipping off the desk to sit on the floor with Harry, “you, like hundreds before you, have discovered the delights of the Mirror of Erised.”
Page 229.
“It shows us nothing more or less than the deepest, most desperate desire of our hearts. You, who have never known your family, see them standing around you. Ronald Weasley, who has always been overshadowed by his b rothers, sees himself standing alone, the best of all of them. However, this mirror will give us neither knowledge or truth. Men have wasted away before it, entranced by what they have seen, or been driven mad, not knowing if what it shows is real or even possible.
The Mirror will be moved to a new home tomorrow, Harry, and I ask you not to go looking for it again. If you ever do run across it, you will now be prepared. It does not do to dwell on dreams and forget to live, remember that.
Page 229.
Chess was the only thing Hermione ever lost at, something Harry and Ron thought was very good for her.
Page 233.
“Nicolas Flamel,” she whispered dramatically, “is the only known maker of the Philosopher’s Stone!”
Page 336.
Harry didn’t know whether he was imagining it or not, but he seemed to keep running into Snape wherever he went. At times, he even wondered whether Snape was following him, trying to catch him on his own.
Page 237.
He sometimes had the horrible feeling that Snape could read minds.
Page 238.
Hermione, however, had more on her mind than the Philosopher’s Stone. She had started drawing up revision timetables and colour-coding all her notes. Harry and Ron wouldn’t have minded, but she kept nagging them to do the same.
Page 245.
The teachers seemed to be thinking along the same lines as Hermione. They piled so much homework on them that the Easter holidays weren’t nearly as much fun as the Christmas ones.
Page 246.
“Hard work and pain are the best teachers if you ask me … It’s just a pity they let the old punishments die out … hanging you by our wrists from the ceiling for a few days, I’ve got he chains still in my office, keep ‘em well oiled in case they’re ever needed.”
Page 267.
“I want Fang,” said Malfoy quickly, looking at Fang’s long teeth.
“All right, but I warn yeh, he’s a coward,” said Hagrid
Page 269.
Out of the shadows, a hooded figure came crawling across the ground like some stalking beat. Harry, Malfoy and Fang stood transfixed. The cloaked figure reached the unicorn, it lowered it head over the wound in the animal’s side, and began to drink its blood.
Page 275.
He heard hooves behind him, galloping, and something jumped clean over him, charging at the figure.
Page 275.
“Firenze!” Band thundered. “What are you doing? You have a human on your back! Have you no shame? Are you a common mule?”
Page 276.
“Remember, Firenze, we are sworn not to set ourselves against the heavens. Have we not read what is to come in the movements of the planets?”
Page 276.
“It is a monstrous thing, to slay a unicorn,” said Firenze. “Only one who has nothing to lose, and everything to gain, would commit such a crime. The blood of a unicorn will keep you alive, even if you are an inch from death, but at a terrible price. You have slain something pure and defenceless to save yourself and you will have but a half life, a cursed life, from the moment the blood touches your lips.”
Pages 277-278.
Hermione always liked to go through their exam papers afterwards.
Pages 282-283.
“You want to be more careful,” said Snape. “Hanging around like this, people will think you’re up to something.”
Page 288.
Neville was clearly steeling himself to do something desperate.
“I won’t let you do it,” he said, hurrying to stand in front of the portrait hole. “I’ll - I’ll fight you!”
Page 292.
“Neville,” she said, “I’m really, really sorry avbout his.”
She raised her want.
“Petrificus Totalus!” she cried, pointing it at Neville.
Neville’s arms snapped to his sides. His legs sprang together. His whole body rigid, he swayed where he stood and then fell flat on his face, stiff as a board.
Hermione ran to turn him over. Neville’s jaws were jammed together so he couldn’t speak. Only his eyes were moving, looking at them in horror.
“What’ve you done to him?” Harry whispered.
“It’s the full Body-Bind,” said Hermione miserably. “Oh, Neville, I’m so sorry.”
Page 293.
“Lucky this plant thing’s her, really,” said Ron.
“Lucky!” shrieked Hermione. “Look at you both!”
She leapt up and struggled towards a damp wall. She had to struggle because the moment she had landed, the plant had started to twist snake-like tendrils around her ankles. As for Harry and Ron, their legs had already bene bound tightly in long creepers without their noticing.
Hermione had managed to free herself before the plant got a firm grip on her. Now she watched in horror as the two boys fought to pull the plant off them, but the more they strained against it, the tighter and faster the plant wound around them.
“Stop moving!” Hermione ordered them. “I know what this is - it’s Devil’s Snare!”
“Oh, I’m so glad we know what it’s called, that’s a great help,” snarled Ron, leaning back, to stop the plant curling around his neck.
Pages 297-298.
Not for nothing, though, was Harry the youngest Seeker in a century. He had a knack for spotting things other people didn’t. after a minute’s weaving about through the whirl of rainbow feathers, he noticed a large silver key that had a bent wing, as if it had already been caught and stuffed roughly into the keyhole.
Page 301.
They landed quickly and Harry ran to the door, the key struggling in his hand. He rammed it into the lock and turned - it worked. The moment the lock had clicked open, they key took flight again, looking very battered now that it had been caught twice.
Page 301.
“It’s obvious, isn’t it?” said Ron. “We’ve got to play our way across the room.”
Page 302.
The white king took off his crown and threw it at Harry’s feet. They had won. The chessmen parted and bowed, leaving the door ahead clear. With one last desperate look back at Ron, Harry and Hermione charged through the door and up the nest passageway.
Page 304.
“Harry - you’re a great wizard, you know.”
Page 308.
“Me!” said Hermione. Books! And cleverness! There are more important things - friendship and bravery.”
Page 308.
“No, no, no. I tried to kill you. Your friend Miss Granger accidentally knocked me over as she rushed to set fire to Snape at that Quidditch match.
Page 310.
“You’re too nosy to live, Potter.”
Page 311.
“But Snape always seemed to hate me so much.”
“Oh, he does,” said Quirrell casually, “heavens, yes. He was at Hogwarts with our father, didn’t you know? They loathed each other. But he never wanted you dead.”
Page 312.
“What does this mirror do? How does it work? Help me, Master!”
And to Harry’s horror, a voice answered, and the voice seemed to come form Quirrell himself.
“Use the boy … Use the boy …”
Page 314.
He saw his reflection, pale and scared-looking at first. But a moment later, the reflection smiled at him. It put its hand into its pocket and pulled out a blood-red stone. It winked and put the Stone back in its pocket - and as it did so, Harry felt something heavy drop into his real pocket. Somehow - incredibly - he’d got the Stone.
Page 314.
Petrified, he watched as Quirrell reached up and began to unwrap his turban. What was going on? The turban fell away. Quirrell’s head looked strangely small without it. Then he turned slowly on the spot.
Harry would have screamed, but he couldn’t make a sound. Where there should have been a back to Quirrell’s head, there was a face, the most terrible face Harry had ever seen.
Page 315.
Harry’s scar was almost blinging him with pain, yet he could see Quirrell howling in agony. … Quirrell, though pining Harry to the ground with his knees, let go of his neck and stared, bewildered, at his own palms - Harry could see they looked burnt, raw, red and shiny. … Harry, by instinct, reached up and grabbed Quirrell’s face. … And then Harry knew: Quirrell couldn’t touch his bare skin, not without suffering terrible pain.
Page 317.
“What happened down in the dungeons between you and Professor Quirrell is a complete secret, so, naturally, the whole school knows.”
Page 318.
“Well, Nicolas and I have had a little chat and agreed it’s all for the best.”
“But that means he and his wife will die, won’t they?”
“They have enough Elixir stored to set their affairs in order and then, yes, they will die.”
Page 320.
“To the well-organized mind, death is but the next great adventure.”
Page 320.
“The trouble is, humans do have a knack of choosing precisely those things which are worst for them.”
Pag 320.
“Always use the proper name for things. Fear of a name increases fear of the thing itself.”
Page 320.
“If there is one thing Voldemort cannot understand, it is love. He didn’t realise that love as powerful as your mother’s for you leaves its own mark. Not a scar, no visible sign … to have been loved so deeply, even though the person who loved us is gone, will give us some protection for ever.”
Page 321.
“Only one who wanted to find the Stone - find it, but not use it - would be able to get it.”
Page 323.
“Well done, Slytherin,” said Dumbledore. “However, recent events must be taken into account.”
Page 328.
“There are all kinds of courage,” said Dumbledore smiling. “It takes a great deal of bravery to stand up to our enemies, but just as much to stand up to our friends. I therefore award ten points to Mr. Neville Longbottom.”
Page 329.
“They don’t know we’4e not allowed to use magic at home. I’m going to have a lot of fun with Dudley this summer.”
Page 332.