# The Book in Few Paragraphs Harry Potter, seemingly ordinary, lives a miserable life with his aunt, uncle, and cousin, unaware of his true heritage. His world is transformed when he receives an invitation to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, revealing the truth: Harry is a wizard, and his parents were tragically killed by the dark wizard Voldemort. He miraculously survived the attack that orphaned him, leaving him with a mysterious scar. Trading his mundane existence for a world of magic, Harry travels to Hogwarts, a grand and ancient castle filled with talking portraits, moving staircases, and hidden passages. He quickly makes new friends and discovers the joys of flying on broomsticks, playing Quidditch, and learning the art of spells. However, beneath the surface of this magical world, a darker secret lurks. Harry stumbles upon a mysterious three-headed dog guarding a secret chamber, sparking his curiosity and setting him on a path of discovery. He soon learns of a powerful and dangerous object, the Philosopher's Stone, and its connection to his past and his future. With the help of his loyal friends, Harry must navigate the challenges of Hogwarts and unravel the secrets surrounding the stone before it falls into the wrong hands. Particular to this illustrated version of Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone is the immersive digital experience offered by the Kindle in Motion edition. Jim Kay's exquisite illustrations are brought to life through animation, adding a new dimension to J.K. Rowling's classic tale. Readers can witness the Hogwarts Express billowing steam as it departs from Platform 9 ¾, experience the vibrant energy of Diagon Alley, and marvel at the spectacle of the Sorting Ceremony, all rendered in rich detail and vibrant color. These animated illustrations enhance the story, providing a visual feast for both longtime fans and newcomers to the wizarding world. # How This Book Have Changed Me "Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone" was one of the first fantasy books I remember reading in my childhood. It offered a lighthearted reading experience with a captivating story, despite some inconsistencies. Around the time the movies were released, I was a bit younger than Harry when he started Hogwarts at eleven. In the following years, I eagerly watched each film, completely hooked on the narrative. The first book is a prime example of a story following a young protagonist who must rapidly mature and adapt to unforeseen challenges. Rereading it is always a pleasure, and the illustrated and English editions have made the experience even more enriching. # My top 3 Highlights - ‘Hogwarts, Hogwarts, Hoggy Warty Hogwarts, Teach us something please, Whether we be old and bald Or young with scabby knees, Our heads could do with filling With some interesting stuff, For now they’re bare and full of air, Dead flies and bits of fluff, So teach us things worth knowing, Bring back what we’ve forgot, Just do your best, we’ll do the rest, And learn until our brains all rot.’ - ‘Always the innocent are the first victims,’ he said. ‘So it has been for ages past, so it is now.’ - ‘The truth.’ Dumbledore sighed. ‘It is a beautiful and terrible thing, and should therefore be treated with great caution. However, I shall answer your questions unless I have a very good reason not to, in which case I beg you’ll forgive me. I shall not, of course, lie.’ # All Highlights (179) Mr Dursley was the director of a firm called Grunnings, which made drills. He was a big, beefy man with hardly any neck, although he did have a very large moustache. - 1 ^ref-23574 --- This boy was another good reason for keeping the Potters away; they didn’t want Dudley mixing with a child like that. - 1 ^ref-6078 --- ‘The Potters, that’s right, that’s what I heard –’ ‘– yes, their son, Harry –’ - 3 ^ref-55573 So he heard from wizards before everyone else. --- ‘Don’t be sorry, my dear sir, for nothing could upset me today! Rejoice, for You-Know-Who has gone at last! Even Muggles like yourself should be celebrating, this happy, happy day!’ - 4 ^ref-28739 --- Mr Dursley sat frozen in his armchair. Shooting stars all over Britain? Owls flying by daylight? Mysterious people in cloaks all over the place? And a whisper, a whisper about the Potters … - 5 ^ref-42590 --- A man appeared on the corner the cat had been watching, appeared so suddenly and silently you’d have thought he’d just popped out of the ground. - 6 ^ref-38873 --- He was tall, thin and very old, judging by the silver of his hair and beard, which were both long enough to tuck into his belt. He was wearing long robes, a purple cloak which swept the ground and high-heeled, buckled boots. His blue eyes were light, bright and sparkling behind half-moon spectacles and his nose was very long and crooked, as though it had been broken at least twice. This man’s name was Albus Dumbledore. - 6 ^ref-9587 --- Put-Outer - 7 ^ref-31672 Device that put lights out --- ‘We’ve had precious little to celebrate for eleven years.’ - 7 ^ref-54664 --- ‘I would trust Hagrid with my life,’ said Dumbledore. - 10 ^ref-11952 --- ‘Even if I could, I wouldn’t. Scars can come in useful. I have one myself above my left knee which is a perfect map of the London Underground. Well – give him here, Hagrid – we’d better get this over with.’ - 11 ^ref-42449 --- He couldn’t know that at this very moment, people meeting in secret all over the country were holding up their glasses and saying in hushed voices: ‘To Harry Potter – the boy who lived!’ - 13 ^ref-23490 --- Harry was used to spiders, because the cupboard under the stairs was full of them, and that was where he slept. - 16 ^ref-27979 --- 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. He had had it as long as he could remember and the first question he could ever remember - 16 ^ref-42711 --- Dudley looked a lot like Uncle Vernon. He had a large, pink face, not much neck, small, watery blue eyes and thick, blond hair that lay smoothly on his thick, fat head. Aunt Petunia often said that Dudley looked like a baby angel – Harry often said that Dudley looked like a pig in a wig. - 17 ^ref-19146 --- Dudley’s best friend, Piers Polkiss, walked in with his mother. Piers was a scrawny boy with a face like a rat. He was usually the one who held people’s arms behind their backs while Dudley hit them. Dudley stopped pretending to cry at once. - 19 ^ref-43965 --- He liked to complain about things: people at work, Harry, the council, Harry, the bank and Harry were just a few of his favourite subjects. This morning, it was motorbikes. - 20 ^ref-21079 --- Yet sometimes he thought (or maybe hoped) that strangers in the street seemed to know him. - 25 ^ref-5635 Dumbledore people that were chosen to keep an eye on Harry? --- Piers, Dennis, Malcolm and Gordon were all big and stupid, but as Dudley was the biggest and stupidest of the lot, he was the leader. The rest of them were all quite happy to join in Dudley’s favourite sport: Harry-hunting. - 26 ^ref-5493 --- Turning the envelope over, his hand trembling, Harry saw a purple wax seal bearing a coat of arms; a lion, an eagle, a badger and a snake surrounding a large letter ‘H’. - 28 ^ref-44137 --- ‘Vernon,’ Aunt Petunia was saying in a quivering voice, ‘look at the address – how could they possibly know where he sleeps? You don’t think they’re watching the house?’ - 29 ^ref-38315 --- That evening when he got back from work, Uncle Vernon did something he’d never done before; he visited Harry in his cupboard. - 30 ^ref-12091 --- Yesterday he’d have given anything to be up here. Today he’d rather be back in his cupboard with that letter than up here without it. - 31 ^ref-44447 --- ‘Oh, these people’s minds work in strange ways, Petunia, they’re not like you and me,’ said Uncle Vernon, trying to knock in a nail with the piece of fruit cake Aunt Petunia had just brought him. - 32 ^ref-1544 --- They didn’t stop to eat or drink all day. By nightfall Dudley was howling. He’d never had such a bad day in his life. He was hungry, he’d missed five television programmes he’d wanted to see and he’d never gone so long without blowing up an alien on his computer. - 34 ^ref-45307 --- ‘Daddy’s gone mad, hasn’t he?’ Dudley asked Aunt Petunia dully late that afternoon. Uncle Vernon had parked at the coast, locked them all inside the car and disappeared. - 34 ^ref-22990 --- The whole shack shivered and Harry sat bolt upright, staring at the door. Someone was outside, knocking to come in. - 37 ^ref-7945 --- A giant of a man was standing in the doorway. His face was almost completely hidden by a long, shaggy mane of hair and a wild, tangled beard, but you could make out his eyes, glinting like black beetles under all the hair. - 39 ^ref-4368 --- ‘Ah, go boil yer heads, both of yeh,’ said Hagrid. ‘Harry – yer a wizard.’ There was silence inside the hut. Only the sea and the whistling wind could be heard. ‘I’m a what?’ gasped Harry. - 42 ^ref-37878 --- ‘A Muggle,’ said Hagrid. ‘It’s what we call non-magic folk like them. An’ it’s your bad luck you grew up in a family o’ the biggest Muggles I ever laid eyes on.’ - 43 ^ref-8157 --- ‘Gulpin’ gargoyles, Harry, people are still scared. Blimey, this is difficult. See, there was this wizard who went … bad. As bad as you could go. Worse. Worse than worse. His name was …’ Hagrid gulped, but no words came out. ‘Could you write it down?’ Harry suggested. ‘Nah – can’t spell it. All right – Voldemort.’ - 44 ^ref-39913 --- ‘Sorry,’ he said. ‘But it’s that sad – knew yer mum an’ dad, an’ nicer people yeh couldn’t find – anyway – - 45 ^ref-14704 --- the McKinnons, the Bones, the Prewetts – an’ you was only a baby, an’ you lived.’ - 45 ^ref-12603 --- ‘Some say he died. Codswallop, in my opinion. Dunno if he had enough human left in him to die. Some say he’s still out there, bidin’ his time, like, but I don’ believe it. People who was on his side came back ter ours. Some of ’em came outta kinda trances. Don’ reckon they could’ve done if he was comin’ back. - 46 ^ref-62581 --- ‘Most of us reckon he’s still out there somewhere but lost his powers. Too weak to carry on. ’Cause somethin’ about you finished him, Harry. There was somethin’ goin’ on that night he hadn’t counted on – I dunno what it was, no one does – but somethin’ about you stumped him, all right.’ - 46 ^ref-3042 --- ‘Oh, well – I was at Hogwarts meself but I – er – got expelled, ter tell yeh the truth. In me third year. They snapped me wand in half an’ everything. But Dumbledore let me stay on as gamekeeper. Great man, Dumbledore.’ - 49 ^ref-28748 --- Hagrid’s coat seemed to be made of nothing but pockets – bunches of keys, slug pellets, balls of string, mint humbugs, tea-bags … finally, Harry pulled out a handful of strange-looking coins. - 51 ^ref-31250 --- ‘Wizards have banks?’ ‘Just the one. Gringotts. Run by goblins.’ - 51 ^ref-9199 all wizards?? --- ‘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.’ - 54 ^ref-5117 --- Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them by Newt Scamander - 55 ^ref-59451 --- Might this not all be some huge joke that the Dursleys had cooked up? If Harry hadn’t known that the Dursleys had no sense of humour, he might have thought so; yet somehow, even though everything Hagrid had told him so far was unbelievable, Harry couldn’t help trusting him. - 55 ^ref-22924 --- ‘Bless my soul,’ whispered the old barman. ‘Harry Potter … what an honour.’ He hurried out from behind the bar, rushed towards Harry and seized his hand, tears in his eyes. - 56 ^ref-58189 --- A pale young man made his way forward, very nervously. One of his eyes was twitching. ‘Professor Quirrell!’ said Hagrid. ‘Harry, Professor Quirrell will be one of your teachers at Hogwarts.’ - 57 ^ref-7543 --- Harry heard one of them say, ‘the new Nimbus Two Thousand – fastest ever –’ - 60 ^ref-38061 --- So if you seek beneath our floors A treasure that was never yours, Thief, you have been warned, beware Of finding more than treasure there. - 60 ^ref-53693 --- Griphook was yet another goblin. Once Hagrid had crammed all the dog-biscuits back inside his pockets, he and Harry followed Griphook towards one of the doors leading off the hall. - 61 ^ref-57049 --- ‘The gold ones are Galleons,’ he explained. ‘Seventeen silver Sickles to a Galleon and twenty-nine Knuts to a Sickle, it’s easy enough. Right, that should be enough fer a couple o’ terms, we’ll keep the rest safe for yeh.’ - 62 ^ref-29814 --- ‘If anyone but a Gringotts goblin tried that, they’d be sucked through the door and trapped in there,’ said Griphook. ‘How often do you check to see if anyone’s inside?’ Harry asked. ‘About once every ten years,’ said Griphook, with a rather nasty grin. - 62 ^ref-64186 --- He didn’t have to know how many Galleons there were to a pound to know that he was holding more money than he’d had in his whole life – more money than even Dudley had ever had. - 64 ^ref-51813 --- In the back of the shop, a boy with a pale, pointed face was standing on a footstool while a second witch pinned up his long black robes. - 64 ^ref-60361 --- He was liking the boy less and less every second. - 65 ^ref-62408 --- ‘I really don’t think they should let the other sort in, do you? They’re just not the same, they’ve never been brought up to know our ways. Some of them have never even heard of Hogwarts until they get the letter, imagine. I think they should keep it in the old wizarding families. What’s your surname, anyway?’ - 65 ^ref-2849 --- ‘It’s our sport. Wizard sport. It’s like – like football in the Muggle world – everyone follows Quidditch – played up in the air on broomsticks and there’s four balls – sorta hard ter explain the rules.’ - 66 ^ref-46816 --- ‘I know I don’t have to. Tell yeh what, I’ll get yer animal. Not a toad, toads went outta fashion years ago, yeh’d be laughed at – an’ I don’ like cats, they make me sneeze. I’ll get yer an owl. All the kids want owls, they’re dead useful, carry yer post an’ everythin’.’ - 67 ^ref-51173 --- ‘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. And of course, you will never get such good results with another wizard’s wand.’ - 69 ^ref-31836 --- ‘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 wand when its brother – why, its brother gave you that scar.’ - 70 ^ref-24261 --- He paid seven gold Galleons for his wand and Mr Ollivander bowed them from his shop. - 70 ^ref-64923 --- ‘Don’ you worry, Harry. You’ll learn fast enough. Everyone starts at the beginning at Hogwarts, you’ll be just fine. Just be yerself. I know it’s hard. Yeh’ve been singled out, an’ that’s always hard. But yeh’ll have a great time at Hogwarts – I did – still do, ’smatter of fact.’ - 71 ^ref-30098 --- ‘Why are you going to London?’ Harry asked, trying to keep things friendly. ‘Taking Dudley to hospital,’ growled Uncle Vernon. ’Got to have that ruddy tail removed before he goes to Smeltings.’ - 73 ^ref-22200 --- he was stranded in the middle of a station with a trunk he could hardly lift, a pocket full of wizard money and a large owl. - 74 ^ref-43347 --- ‘Nine and three-quarters!’ piped a small girl, also red-headed, who was holding her hand. ‘Mum, can’t I go …’ ‘You’re not old enough, Ginny, now be quiet. All right, Percy, you go first.’ - 74 ^ref-23908 --- He passed a round-faced boy who was saying, ‘Gran, I’ve lost my toad again.’ ‘Oh, Neville,’ he heard the old woman sigh. - 78 ^ref-41543 --- ‘Ron, you’ve got something on your nose.’ The youngest boy tried to jerk out of the way, but she grabbed him and began rubbing the end of his nose. - 79 ^ref-26299 --- ‘Poor dear – no wonder he was alone. I wondered. He was ever so polite when he asked how to get on to the platform.’ ‘Never mind that, do you think he remembers what You-Know-Who looks like?’ Their mother suddenly became very stern. ‘I forbid you to ask him, Fred. No, don’t you dare. As though he needs reminding of that on his first day at school.’ - 80 ^ref-33296 --- ‘Wow,’ said Ron. He sat and stared at Harry for a few moments, then, as though he had suddenly realised what he was doing, he looked quickly out of the window again. - 81 ^ref-58124 --- ‘I’m not trying to be brave or anything, saying the name,’ said Harry. ‘I just never knew you shouldn’t. See what I mean? I’ve got loads to learn … I bet,’ he added, voicing for the first time something that had been worrying him a lot lately, ‘I bet I’m the worst in the class.’ - 82 ^ref-32542 --- ‘Go on, have a pasty,’ said Harry, who had never had anything to share before or, indeed, anyone to share it with. It was a nice feeling, sitting there with Ron, eating their way through all Harry’s pasties and cakes (the sandwiches lay forgotten). - 83 ^ref-43726 --- He wore half-moon glasses, had a long crooked nose and flowing silver hair, beard and moustache. Underneath the picture was the name Albus Dumbledore. - 85 ^ref-50895 --- Albus Dumbledore, currently headmaster of Hogwarts. Considered by many the greatest wizard of modern times, Professor Dumbledore is particularly famous for his defeat of the Dark wizard Grindelwald in 1945, for the discovery of the twelve uses of dragon’s blood and his work on alchemy with his partner, Nicolas Flamel. Professor Dumbledore enjoys chamber music and tenpin bowling. - 85 ^ref-63221 --- She had a bossy sort of voice, lots of bushy brown hair and rather large front teeth. - 86 ^ref-32446 --- ‘Really? What happened to them?’ ‘Nothing, that’s why it’s such big news. They haven’t been caught. My dad says it must’ve been a powerful Dark wizard to get round Gringotts, but they don’t think they took anything, that’s what’s odd. ’Course, everyone gets scared when something like this happens in case You-Know-Who’s behind it.’ - 88 ^ref-56272 --- 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. - 88 ^ref-25349 --- No one was talking much except Hermione Granger, who was whispering very fast about all the spells she’d learnt and wondering which one she’d need. Harry tried hard not to listen to her. - 95 ^ref-53890 --- ‘Oh, you may not think I’m pretty, But don’t judge on what you see, I’ll eat myself if you can find A smarter hat than me. You can keep your bowlers black, Your top hats sleek and tall, For I’m the Hogwarts Sorting Hat And I can cap them all. There’s nothing hidden in your head The Sorting Hat can’t see, So try me on and I will tell you Where you ought to be. You might belong in Gryffindor, Where dwell the brave at heart, Their daring, nerve and chivalry Set Gryffindors apart; You might belong in Hufflepuff, Where they are just and loyal, Those patient Hufflepuffs are true And unafraid of toil; Or yet in wise old Ravenclaw, If you’ve a ready mind, Where those of wit and learning, Will always find their kind; Or perhaps in Slytherin You’ll make your real friends, Those cunning folk use any means To achieve their ends. So put me on! Don’t be afraid! And don’t get in a flap! You’re in safe hands (though I have none) For I’m a Thinking Cap!’ - 97 ^ref-7863 --- ‘Finnigan, Seamus’, the sandy-haired boy next to Harry in the line, sat on the stool for almost a whole minute before the hat declared him a Gryffindor. - 99 ^ref-323 --- ‘Hmm,’ said a small voice in his ear. ‘Difficult. Very difficult. Plenty of courage, I see. Not a bad mind, either. There’s talent, oh my goodness, yes – and a nice thirst to prove yourself, now that’s interesting … So where shall I put you?’ - 99 ^ref-27164 --- ‘Welcome!’ he said. ‘Welcome to a new year at Hogwarts! Before we begin our banquet, I would like to say a few words. And here they are: Nitwit! Blubber! Oddment! Tweak! ‘Thank you!’ He sat back down. Everybody clapped and cheered. Harry didn’t know whether to laugh or not. ‘Is he – a bit mad?’ he asked Percy uncertainly. ‘Mad?’ said Percy airily. ‘He’s a genius! Best wizard in the world! But he is a bit mad, yes. Potatoes, Harry?’ - 101 ^ref-45007 --- It happened very suddenly. The hook-nosed teacher looked past Quirrell’s turban straight into Harry’s eyes – and a sharp, hot pain shot across the scar on Harry’s forehead. - 103 ^ref-56344 --- ‘And finally, I must tell you that this year, the third-floor corridor on the right-hand side is out of bounds to everyone who does not wish to die a very painful death.’ - 104 ^ref-58089 --- ‘Hogwarts, Hogwarts, Hoggy Warty Hogwarts, Teach us something please, Whether we be old and bald Or young with scabby knees, Our heads could do with filling With some interesting stuff, For now they’re bare and full of air, Dead flies and bits of fluff, So teach us things worth knowing, Bring back what we’ve forgot, Just do your best, we’ll do the rest, And learn until our brains all rot.’ - 104 ^ref-28954 --- There was a pop and a little man with wicked dark eyes and a wide mouth appeared, floating cross-legged in the air, clutching the walking sticks. - 105 ^ref-1129 --- Perhaps Harry had eaten a bit too much, because he had a very strange dream. He was wearing Professor Quirrell’s turban, which kept talking to him, telling him he must transfer to Slytherin at once, because it was his destiny. Harry told the turban he didn’t want to be in Slytherin; it got heavier and heavier; he tried to pull it off but it tightened painfully – and there was Malfoy, laughing at him as he struggled with it – then Malfoy turned into the hook-nosed teacher, Snape, whose laugh became high and cold – there was a burst of green light and Harry woke, sweating and shaking. - 106 ^ref-16901 --- 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 weren’t really doors at all, but solid walls just pretending. - 107 ^ref-61382 --- Lots of people had come from Muggle families and, like him, hadn’t had any idea that they were witches and wizards. There was so much to learn that even people like Ron didn’t have much of a head start. - 109 ^ref-2739 --- 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. - 111 ^ref-62215 --- ‘You – Potter – why didn’t you tell him not to add the quills? Thought he’d make you look good if he got it wrong, did you? That’s another point you’ve lost for Gryffindor.’ This was so unfair that Harry opened his mouth to argue, but Ron kicked him behind their cauldron. - 113 ^ref-7104 --- The vault that was searched had in fact been emptied earlier that same day. Hagrid had emptied vault seven hundred and thirteen, if you could call it emptying, taking out that grubby little package. Had that been what the thieves were looking for? - 116 ^ref-29194 --- Privately, Harry felt she’d had good reason, because Neville managed to have an extraordinary number of accidents even with both feet on the ground. - 118 ^ref-59446 --- Then she suddenly smiled. ‘Your father would have been proud,’ she said. ‘He was an excellent Quidditch player himself.’ - 124 ^ref-30595 --- They weren’t in a room, as he had supposed. They were in a corridor. The forbidden corridor on the third floor. And now they knew why it was forbidden. They were looking straight into the eyes of a monstrous dog, a dog which filled the whole space between ceiling and floor. It had three heads. Three pairs of rolling, mad eyes; three noses, twitching and quivering in their direction; three drooling mouths, saliva hanging in slippery ropes from yellowish fangs. - 131 ^ref-52077 --- It looked as though Harry had found out where the grubby little package from vault seven hundred and thirteen was. - 132 ^ref-38474 --- The castle felt more like home than Privet Drive had ever done. His lessons, too, were becoming more and more interesting now that they had mastered the basics. - 138 ^ref-4971 --- ‘It’s no wonder no one can stand her,’ he said to Harry as they pushed their way into the crowded corridor. ‘She’s a nightmare, honestly.’ Someone knocked into Harry as they hurried past him. It was Hermione. Harry caught a glimpse of her face – and was startled to see that she was in tears. - 139 ^ref-10925 --- ‘Troll – in the dungeons – thought you ought to know.’ He then sank to the floor in a dead faint. - 140 ^ref-61179 --- It was a horrible sight. Twelve feet tall, its skin was a dull, granite grey, its great lumpy body like a boulder with its small bald head perched on top like a coconut. It had short legs thick as tree trunks with flat, horny feet. The smell coming from it was incredible. It was holding a huge wooden club, which dragged along the floor because its arms were so long. - 142 ^ref-32321 --- Hermione hung her head. Harry was speechless. Hermione was the last person to do anything against the rules, and here she was, pretending she had, to get them out of trouble. It was as if Snape had started handing out sweets. - 146 ^ref-58476 --- But 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. - 147 ^ref-49311 --- Snape and Filch were inside, alone. Snape was holding his robes above his knees. One of his legs was bloody and mangled. Filch was handing Snape bandages. ‘Blasted thing,’ Snape was saying. ‘How are you supposed to keep your eyes on all three heads at once?’ - 150 ^ref-36182 --- ‘How do you know about Fluffy?’ he said. ‘Fluffy?’ ‘Yeah – he’s mine – bought him off a Greek chappie I met in the pub las’ year – I lent him to Dumbledore to guard the –’ ‘Yes?’ said Harry eagerly. ‘Now, don’t ask me any more,’ said Hagrid gruffly. ‘That’s top secret, that is.’ - 158 ^ref-58807 --- He didn’t feel sorry for himself at all; this would probably be the best Christmas he’d ever had. Ron and his brothers were staying too, because Mr and Mrs Weasley were going to Romania to visit Charlie. - 160 ^ref-27188 --- ‘And you could ask your parents if they know who Flamel is,’ said Ron. ‘It’d be safe to ask them.’ ‘Very safe, as they’re both dentists,’ said Hermione. - 162 ^ref-12639 --- Like everything else he owned, it had once belonged to someone else in his family – in this case, his grandfather. However, old chessmen weren’t a drawback at all. Ron knew them so well he never had trouble getting them to do what he wanted. - 163 ^ref-23016 --- Harry had torn open the parcel to find a thick, hand-knitted sweater in emerald green and a large box of home-made fudge. ‘Every year she makes us a jumper,’ said Ron, unwrapping his own, ‘and mine’s always maroon.’ - 164 ^ref-37971 --- ‘And you’re not sitting with the Prefects today, either,’ said George. ‘Christmas is a time for family.’ They frog-marched Percy from the room, his arms pinned to his sides by his jumper. - 165 ^ref-51733 --- His father’s … this had been his father’s. He let the material flow over his hands, smoother than silk, light as air. Use it well, the note had said. He had to try it, now. He slipped out of bed and wrapped the Cloak around himself. Looking down at his legs, he saw only moonlight and shadows. It was a very funny feeling. Use it well. - 167 ^ref-31146 --- A piercing, blood-curdling shriek split the silence – the book was screaming! Harry snapped it shut, but the shriek went on and on, one high, unbroken, ear-splitting note. - 168 ^ref-49274 --- There was an inscription carved around the top: Erised stra ehru oyt ube cafru oyt on wohsi. - 170 ^ref-33269 --- for he had seen not only himself in the mirror, but a whole crowd of people standing right behind him. - 170 ^ref-30938 --- If she was really there, he’d touch her, their reflections were so close together, but he felt only air – she and the others existed only in the mirror. - 170 ^ref-5926 --- Harry was looking at his family, for the first time in his life. - 171 ^ref-64266 --- He looked behind him. Sitting on one of the desks by the wall was none other than Albus Dumbledore. Harry must have walked straight past him, so desperate to get to the mirror he hadn’t noticed him. - 173 ^ref-50548 --- ‘I don’t need a cloak to become invisible,’ said Dumbledore gently. ‘Now, can you think what the Mirror of Erised shows us all?’ - 174 ^ref-52326 --- ‘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 brothers, 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. - 174 ^ref-63620 --- It does not do to dwell on dreams and forget to live, remember that. - 174 ^ref-15199 --- It was only when he was back in bed that it struck Harry that Dumbledore might not have been quite truthful. But then, he thought, as he shoved Scabbers off his pillow, it had been quite a personal question. - 174 ^ref-62971 --- Chess was the only thing Hermione ever lost at, something Harry and Ron thought was very good for her. - 176 ^ref-10134 --- ‘Dumbledore again,’ he said. ‘He was the first one I ever –’ He gasped. He stared at the back of the card. Then he looked up at Ron and Hermione.  ‘I’ve found him!’ he whispered. ‘I’ve found Flamel! I told you I’d read the name somewhere before, I read it on the train coming here – listen to this: “Professor Dumbledore is particularly famous for his defeat of the Dark wizard Grindelwald in 1945, for the discovery of the twelve uses of dragon’s blood and his work on alchemy with his partner, Nicolas Flamel”!’ - 177 ^ref-28404 --- The idea of overtaking Slytherin in the House Championship was wonderful, no one had done it for nearly seven years, but would they be allowed to, with such a biased referee? - 179 ^ref-26789 --- yet he sometimes had the horrible feeling that Snape could read minds. - 179 ^ref-60625 --- Up in the air, Snape turned on his broomstick just in time to see something scarlet shoot past him, missing him by inches – next second, Harry had pulled out of the dive, his arm raised in triumph, the Snitch clasped in his hand. The stands erupted; it had to be a record, no one could ever remember the Snitch being caught so quickly. - 181 ^ref-18729 --- ‘Well done,’ said Dumbledore quietly, so that only Harry could hear. ‘Nice to see you haven’t been brooding about that mirror … been keeping busy … excellent …’ Snape spat bitterly on the ground. - 181 ^ref-42344 --- ‘So you mean the Stone’s only safe as long as Quirrell stands up to Snape?’ said Hermione in alarm. ‘It’ll be gone by next Tuesday,’ said Ron. - 183 ^ref-47359 --- ‘Dragons!’ he whispered. ‘Hagrid was looking up stuff about dragons! Look at these: Dragon Species of Great Britain and Ireland; From Egg to Inferno, A Dragon Keeper’s Guide.’ ‘Hagrid’s always wanted a dragon, he told me so the first time I ever met him,’ said Harry. - 186 ^ref-56052 --- ‘Hagrid, you live in a wooden house,’ she said. But Hagrid wasn’t listening. He was humming merrily as he stoked the fire. - 189 ^ref-16318 --- ‘Shut up!’ Harry whispered. Malfoy was only a few feet away and he had stopped dead to listen. How much had he heard? Harry didn’t like the look on Malfoy’s face at all. - 189 ^ref-32173 --- They looked at the dragon. It had grown three times in length in just a week. - 190 ^ref-60308 --- There was no reason on earth that Professor McGonagall would accept for their being out of bed and creeping around the school in the dead of night, let alone being up the tallest astronomy tower, which was out-of-bounds except for classes. - 196 ^ref-36548 --- Poor, blundering Neville – Harry knew what it must have cost him to try and find them in the dark, to warn them. - 197 ^ref-58068 --- and fifty points will be taken from Gryffindor.’ ‘Fifty?’ Harry gasped – they would lose the lead, the lead he’d won in the last Quidditch match. ‘Fifty points each,’ said Professor McGonagall, breathing heavily through her long pointed nose. - 197 ^ref-4605 --- Harry Potter, the famous Harry Potter, their hero of two Quidditch matches, had lost them all those points, him and a couple of other stupid first-years. From being one of the most popular and admired people at the school, Harry was suddenly the most hated. - 197 ^ref-4581 --- ‘Look there,’ said Hagrid, ‘see that stuff shinin’ on the ground? Silvery stuff? That’s unicorn blood. There’s a unicorn in there bin hurt badly by summat. This is the second time in a week. I found one dead last Wednesday. We’re gonna try an’ find the poor thing. We might have ter put it out of its misery.’ - 204 ^ref-56525 --- ‘Not fast enough,’ said Hagrid. ‘It’s not easy ter catch a unicorn, they’re powerful magic creatures. I never knew one ter be hurt before.’ - 205 ^ref-55055 --- ‘Always the innocent are the first victims,’ he said. ‘So it has been for ages past, so it is now.’ - 206 ^ref-60296 --- Harry and Hermione followed him out of the clearing, staring over their shoulders at Ronan and Bane until the trees blocked their view. ‘Never,’ said Hagrid irritably, ‘try an’ get a straight answer out of a centaur. Ruddy star-gazers. Not interested in anythin’ closer’n the moon.’ - 206 ^ref-30962 --- It was the unicorn all right, and it was dead. Harry had never seen anything so beautiful and sad. Its long slender legs were stuck out at odd angles where it had fallen and its mane was spread pearly white on the dark leaves. - 208 ^ref-20322 --- ‘Firenze!’ Bane thundered. ‘What are you doing? You have a human on your back! Have you no shame? Are you a common mule?’ ‘Do you realise who this is?’ said Firenze. ‘This is the Potter boy. The quicker he leaves this Forest, the better.’ - 209 ^ref-33040 --- ‘That is because 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.’ - 210 ^ref-55357 --- ‘Good luck, Harry Potter,’ said Firenze. ‘The planets have been read wrongly before now, even by centaurs. I hope this is one of those times.’ - 210 ^ref-5055 --- When Harry pulled back his sheets, he found his Invisibility Cloak folded neatly underneath them. There was a note pinned to it: Just in case. - 211 ^ref-50898 --- ‘I wish I knew what this means!’ he burst out angrily. ‘My scar keeps hurting – it’s happened before, but never as often as this.’ - 213 ^ref-20319 --- ‘Well – yeah – how many three-headed dogs d’yeh meet, even around Hogwarts? So I told him, Fluffy’s a piece o’ cake if yeh know how to calm him down, jus’ play him a bit o’ music an’ he’ll go straight off ter sleep –’ Hagrid suddenly looked horrified. ‘I shouldn’ta told yeh that!’ he blurted out. ‘Forget I said it! Hey – where’re yeh goin’?’ Harry, Ron and Hermione didn’t speak to each other at all until they came to a halt in the Entrance Hall, which seemed very cold and gloomy after the grounds. - 215 ^ref-15597 --- ‘Well, that’s it then, isn’t it?’ Harry said. The other two stared at him. He was pale and his eyes were glittering. ‘I’m going out of here tonight and I’m going to try and get to the Stone first.’ ‘You’re mad!’ said Ron. ‘You can’t!’ said Hermione. ‘After what McGonagall and Snape have said? You’ll be expelled!’ - 217 ^ref-34419 --- ‘Not if I can help it,’ said Hermione grimly. ‘Flitwick told me in secret that I got a hundred and twelve per cent on his exam. They’re not throwing me out after that.’ - 218 ^ref-52322 --- He pulled out the Cloak and then his eyes fell on the flute Hagrid had given him for Christmas. He pocketed it to use on Fluffy – he didn’t feel much like singing. - 218 ^ref-60307 --- He lowered himself through the hole until he was hanging on by his fingertips. Then he looked up at Ron and said, ‘If anything happens to me, don’t follow. Go straight to the owlery and send Hedwig to Dumbledore, right?’ - 222 ^ref-32666 --- ‘So light a fire!’ Harry choked. ‘Yes – of course – but there’s no wood!’ Hermione cried, wringing her hands. ‘HAVE YOU GONE MAD?’ Ron bellowed. ‘ARE YOU A WITCH OR NOT?’ - 224 ^ref-25572 --- 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. - 226 ^ref-64380 --- The chessmen seemed to have been listening, because at these words a knight, a bishop and a castle turned their backs on the white pieces and walked off the board leaving three empty squares which Harry, Ron and Hermione took. - 227 ^ref-16198 --- He stepped forward and the white queen pounced. She struck Ron hard around the head with her stone arm and he crashed to the floor – Hermione screamed but stayed on her square – the white queen dragged Ron to one side. He looked as if he’d been knocked out. - 228 ^ref-44134 --- With one last desperate look back at Ron, Harry and Hermione charged through the door and up the next passageway. - 228 ^ref-3453 --- A disgusting smell filled their nostrils, making both of them pull their robes up over their noses. Eyes watering, they saw, flat on the floor in front of them, a troll even larger than the one they had tackled, out cold with a bloody lump on its head. ‘I’m glad we didn’t have to fight that one,’ Harry whispered, as they stepped carefully over one of its massive legs. ‘Come on, I can’t breathe.’ - 228 ^ref-60820 --- ‘Harry – you’re a great wizard, you know.’ ‘I’m not as good as you,’ said Harry, very embarrassed, as she let go of him. ‘Me!’ said Hermione. ‘Books! And cleverness! There are more important things – friendship and bravery and – oh Harry – be careful!’ - 230 ^ref-17162 --- It was indeed as though ice was flooding his body. He put the bottle down and walked forward; he braced himself, saw the black flames licking his body but couldn’t feel them – for a moment he could see nothing but dark fire – then he was on the other side, in the last chamber. There was already someone there – but it wasn’t Snape. It wasn’t even Voldemort. - 230 ^ref-17434 --- ‘Of course,’ said Quirrell coolly. ‘Why do you think he wanted to referee your next match? He was trying to make sure I didn’t do it again. - 231 ^ref-54437 --- Quirrell snapped his fingers. Ropes sprang out of thin air and wrapped themselves tightly around Harry. - 231 ^ref-34521 --- ‘Oh, he does,’ said Quirrell casually, ‘heavens, yes. He was at Hogwarts with your father, didn’t you know? They loathed each other. But he never wanted you dead.’ - 232 ^ref-56233 --- There is no good and evil, there is only power, and those too weak to seek it … Since then, I have served him faithfully, although I have let him down many times. - 233 ^ref-51297 --- 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. - 235 ^ref-17873 --- 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. It was chalk white with glaring red eyes and slits for nostrils, like a snake. - 235 ^ref-42517 --- ‘How touching …’ it hissed. ‘I always value bravery … Yes, boy, your parents were brave … I killed your father first and he put up a courageous fight … but your mother needn’t have died … she was trying to protect you … Now give me the Stone, unless you want her to have died in vain.’ - 236 ^ref-53673 --- At once, a needle-sharp pain seared across Harry’s scar; his head felt as though it was about to split in two; he yelled, struggling with all his might, and to his surprise, Quirrell let go of him. The pain in his head lessened – he looked around wildly to see where Quirrell had gone and saw him hunched in pain, looking at his fingers – they were blistering before his eyes. - 236 ^ref-4367 --- Quirrell rolled off him, his face blistering too, and then Harry knew: Quirrell couldn’t touch his bare skin, not without suffering terrible pain – his only chance was to keep hold of Quirrell, keep him in enough pain to stop him doing a curse. - 236 ^ref-31772 --- ‘What happened down in the dungeons between you and Professor Quirrell is a complete secret, so, naturally, the whole school knows. I believe your friends Misters Fred and George Weasley were responsible for trying to send you a lavatory seat. No doubt they thought it would amuse you. Madam Pomfrey, however, felt it might not be very hygienic, and confiscated it.’ - 237 ^ref-11068 --- ‘To one as young as you, I’m sure it seems incredible, but to Nicolas and Perenelle, it really is like going to bed after a very, very long day. After all, to the well-organised mind, death is but the next great adventure. - 238 ^ref-27781 --- The two things most human beings would choose above all – the trouble is, humans do have a knack of choosing precisely those things which are worst for them.’ - 238 ^ref-31017 --- ‘Call him Voldemort, Harry. Always use the proper name for things. Fear of a name increases fear of the thing itself.’ - 238 ^ref-27367 --- He left Quirrell to die; he shows just as little mercy to his followers as his enemies. - 238 ^ref-4048 --- ‘The truth.’ Dumbledore sighed. ‘It is a beautiful and terrible thing, and should therefore be treated with great caution. However, I shall answer your questions unless I have a very good reason not to, in which case I beg you’ll forgive me. I shall not, of course, lie.’ - 239 ^ref-37878 --- ‘Alas, the first thing you ask me, I cannot tell you. Not today. Not now. You will know, one day … put it from your mind for now, Harry. When you are older … I know you hate to hear this … when you are ready, you will know.’ - 239 ^ref-19758 --- Quirrell, full of hatred, greed and ambition, sharing his soul with Voldemort, could not touch you for this reason. It was agony to touch a person marked by something so good.’ - 239 ^ref-53483 --- You see, only one who wanted to find the Stone – find it, but not use it – would be able to get it, otherwise they’d just see themselves making gold or drinking Elixir of Life. - 240 ^ref-33778 --- ‘No, it isn’t,’ said Harry thoughtfully. ‘He’s a funny man, Dumbledore. I think he sort of wanted to give me a chance. I think he knows more or less everything that goes on here, you know. I reckon he had a pretty good idea we were going to try, and instead of stopping us, he just taught us enough to help. I don’t think it was an accident he let me find out how the Mirror worked. It’s almost like he thought I had the right to face Voldemort if I could - 241 ^ref-15272 --- ‘VOLDEMORT!’ Harry bellowed, and Hagrid was so shocked, he stopped crying. ‘I’ve met him and I’m calling him by his name. Please cheer up, Hagrid, we saved the Stone, it’s gone, he can’t use it. Have a Chocolate Frog, I’ve got loads - 242 ^ref-16126 --- It seemed to be a handsome, leather-covered book. Harry opened it curiously. It was full of wizard photographs. Smiling and waving at him from every page were his mother and father. ‘Sent owls off ter all yer parents’ old school friends, askin’ fer photos … Knew yeh didn’ have any … D’yeh like it?’ Harry couldn’t speak, but Hagrid understood. - 242 ^ref-26291 --- Hopefully your heads are all a little fuller than they were … you have the whole summer ahead to get them nice and empty before next year starts - 243 ^ref-6543 --- ‘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.’ - 245 ^ref-14105 --- Harry, Ron and Hermione stood up to yell and cheer as Neville, white with shock, disappeared under a pile of people hugging him. He had never won so much as a point for Gryffindor before. - 245 ^ref-49783 --- It was the best evening of Harry’s life, better than winning at Quidditch or Christmas or knocking out mountain trolls … he would never, ever forget tonight. - 245 ^ref-36203 --- ‘There he is, Mum, there he is, look!’ It was Ginny Weasley, Ron’s younger sister, but she wasn’t pointing at Ron. ‘Harry Potter!’ she squealed. ‘Look, Mum! I can see –’ - 246 ^ref-4165 ---