All language subtitles for Harry Potter 1

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 just
as we were flying over Bristol.

Try not to wake him.

There you go.

Albus, 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 imaginable.

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

This boy will be famous. There won't be a child
in our world who doesn't 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.

Why don't you just cook the 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, last year I had 37!

Yes..bu.. But some are quite a bit bigger than last year's.
I don't care how big they are!

This is what we're going to do.

Is that when we go out, 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 day after day...

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...?

I mean, 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, come here. 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!

One minute the glass was there
and then it was gone, it was like magic.

There's no such thing as magic.

Marge is ill. Ate a funny whelk.

Dad, look! Harry's got a letter!
Hey, give it back, 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.

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

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

Uh.. I'm not...I'm not Harry.

I am.
Well, of course you are.

Got something for you.

Afraid I might have sat on it at some point,
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, now is it? Eh?

Excuse me, but who are you?

Rubeus Hagrid, Keeper of Keys
and Grounds at Hogwarts.

Of course, you know all about Hogwarts.
Sorry, no.

No? Blimey, Harry, 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.

And a thumpin' good one, I'd wager,
once you're trained up a little.

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 inform you...

that you've been accepted
at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry."

He will not be going, I tell you! We swore when we took
him in, 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, if you please, she went and 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! It's a scandal!

He'll not be going.

Oh, and I suppose a great Muggle like yourself
is going to stop him, are you?

Muggle?

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

He's going to the finest school
of witchcraft and wizardry in the world, and..

he'll be under the finest headmaster
Hogwarts has ever seen, Albus Dumbledore.

I will not pay to have some 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.

Strictly speaking, 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 young Harry here buy
his school supplies.

Bless my soul.
It's Harry Potter!

Welcome back, Mr. Potter.
Welcome back.

Doris Crockford, Mr. Potter. 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 there.

Harry, this is Professor Quirrell. He will be your
Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, at Hogwarts.

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, Hagrid?

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

I'm not sure I'm exactly the right person
to tell you that, Harry.

Welcome, Harry, to Diagon Alley.

Here's where you'll get your quills and your ink.

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

It's a world-class racing broom.

Wow! Look at it! The new Nimbus 2000!

It's the fastest model yet.

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

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

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

Hagrid, what exactly
are these things?

They're goblins. Clever as they come, Goblins,
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.

Didn't think your mom and dad
would leave you with nothing, now did ya?

Vault 713.
What's in there, Hagrid?

Can't tell ya, Harry.
Hogwarts business. Very secret.

Stand back.

Best not to mention this to anyone, Harry.

I still need a wand.

A wand? Well, you want Ollivanders.
There ain't no place better.

Why don't you run along there and wait.
I just got one more thing I got to do, won't be long.

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, Harry,
because it's very important:

Not all wizards are good.

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

there was one 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, dark times.

Voldemort started
to gather some followers.

Brought them over to the Dark Side.

Anyone that stood up to him
ended up dead.

Your parents fought against him.

But nobody lived once
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 at that.

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 absolutely 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?

Sorry Harry, I'm gonna have to leave you.
Dumbledore will be wanting his...

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

Here's your ticket. Stick to it Harry,
that's very important, stick to your ticket.

"Platform 9¾"?

But, Hagrid, there must be a mistake.
This says platform 9¾.

There's no such thing, is there?

Sorry.

Excuse me. Excuse me.

On your left.

Excuse me, sir. Can you tell me where
I might find platform 9¾?

9¾? Think you're being funny, do you?

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

Muggles?
Platform 9¾, this way.

All right, Percy, you first.

Fred, you next.

He's not Fred, I am.
Honestly woman, 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.

Now all you've got to do is walk straight at the wall
between platforms 9 and 10.

Best to do it at a bit of a 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...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 there's also...

spinach, liver and tripe.

George sweared he got
a bogey-flavored one once.

These aren't real frogs, are they?
It's just a spell. Besides, it's the cards you want.

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 to begin with.

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

Hey, he's gone!

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

This is Scabbers, by the way.
Pathetic, isn't he?

Just a little bit.

Fred gave me a spell as
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?

Of course, 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, by the way.
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.

Now in a few moments, you'll pass through
these doors and join your classmates.

But before you can 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 is awarded 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, Potter.

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.

It's not real, the ceiling. It's just 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.

Also, our caretaker, Mr. Filch,
has asked me to remind you...

that the third-floor corridor, on the right hand side,
is out of bounds...

to everyone who does not wish
to die a most painful death.

Thank you.

When I call your name,
you will come forth.

I shall place the Sorting Hat
on your head...

and you will be sorted
into your houses.

Hermione Granger.

Oh, no. Okay, relax.

Mental, that one, I'm telling you.

Right, then. Right.

Okay. Gryffindor!

Draco Malfoy.

Slytherin!

There's no witch or wizard who went bad
who wasn't in Slytherin.

Susan Bones.

Harry, what is it?

Nothing. Nothing, I'm fine.

Let's see...

I know! Hufflepuff!

Ronald Weasley.

Another Weasley!
I know just what to do with you.

Gryffindor!

Harry Potter.

Difficult, very difficult.

Plenty of courage, I see.
Not a bad mind, either.

There's talent, oh, yes.

And a thirst to prove yourself.

But where to put you?

Not Slytherin, not Slytherin!

Not Slytherin, eh? Are you sure?

You could be great, you know.
It's all here, in your head.

And Slytherin will help you on the way
to greatness, there's no doubt about that.

No? Well, if you're sure.

Better be...

Gryffindor!

Your attention, please.

Let the feast begin.

I'm half and half.

Me dad's a Muggle. Mum's a witch.

Bit of a nasty shock for him
when he found out.

Say Percy, who's that teacher
talking to Professor Quirrell?

Professor Snape,
head of Slytherin house.

What's he teach?
Potions.

But everyone knows it's the Dark Arts he fancies.
He's been after Quirrell's job for years.

Hello! How are you?

Welcome to Gryffindor.

It's the Bloody Baron!

Hello, Sir Nicholas.
Have a nice summer?

Dismal. Once again, my request to join
the Headless Hunt has been denied.

I know you.
You're Nearly Headless Nick.

I prefer Sir Nicholas,
if you don't mind.

"Nearly" headless?
How can you be nearly headless?

Like this.

Gryffindors, follow me, please.
Keep up. Thank you.

Ravenclaw, follow me. This way.

This is the most direct path
to the dormitories.

Keep an eye on the staircases.
They like to change.

Keep up, please, and follow me.
Quickly now, come on. Come on.

That picture's moving.

Look at that one.
I think she fancies you.

Look!
Who's that girl?

Welcome to Hogwarts.

Password?

Caput Draconis.

Follow me, everyone. Keep up.
Quickly, come on.

Gather around here.

Welcome to the Gryffindor common room.

Boys' dormitory is upstairs and down to the left.
Girls, the same on your right.

Your find all your belongings have
already been brought up.

Made it!

Can you imagine the look on old
McGonagall's face if we were late?

That was bloody brilliant!
Thank you for that assessment, Mr. Weasley.

Perhaps it would be more useful if I were to transfigure
Mr. Potter and yourself into a pocket watch?

That way one of you might be on time.
We got lost.

Then perhaps a map? I trust you
don't need one to find your seats.

There will be no foolish wand-waving
or silly incantations in this class.

As such, I don't expect
many of you to appreciate...

the subtle science and exact art
that is potion-making.

However, for those select few...

who possess the predisposition...

I can teach you
how to bewitch the mind...

and ensnare the senses.

I can tell you how to bottle fame...

brew glory and even
put a stopper in death.

Then again, maybe some of you have
come to Hogwarts in possession...

of abilities so formidable that
you feel confident enough...

to not pay attention.

Mr. Potter.

Our new celebrity.

Tell me, what would I get if I added powered root
of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?

You don't know? Alright, let's try again.

Where, Mr. Potter, would you look
if I asked you to find me a bezoar?

I don't know, sir.

What is the difference
between monkshood and wolfsbane?

I don't know, sir.

Pity.

Clearly, fame isn't everything...

is it, Mr. Potter?

Eye of rabbit, harp string hum
Turn this water into rum.

Eye of rabbit...harp string hum...

What's Seamus trying to do
to that glass of water?

Turn it to rum. Actually he managed
a weak tea yesterday, before...

Mail's here.

Can I borrow this? Thanks.

Hey look, Neville's got a Remembrall.

I've read about those. When the smoke turns
red, it means you've forgotten something.

The problem is, I can't remember
what I've forgotten.

Hey, Ron. Somebody broke into Gringotts. Listen.

"Believed to be the work
of Dark wizards or witches unknown...

Gringotts goblins while acknowledging
the breach, insist nothing was taken.

The vault in question, number 713,
had, in fact been emptied earlier that very same day."

That's odd. That's the vault
Hagrid and I went to.

Good afternoon, class.
Good afternoon, Madam Hooch.

Good afternoon, Amanda.
Good afternoon.

Welcome to your first flying lesson.

Well, what are you waiting for?
Everyone step up to the left side of their broomstick.

Come on now, hurry up. Stick your right hand
over the broom and say, "Up."

Up!

Up.

Up.

Up. Up!

With feeling.

Shut up, Harry.

Now, once you've got hold of
your broom, I want you to mount it.

Grip it tight. You don't wanna be
sliding off the end.

When I blow my whistle, I want each of you
to kick off from the ground, hard.

Keep your broom steady,
hover for a moment...

then lean forward slightly
and touch back down.

On my whistle. Three, two...

Mr. Longbottom.

Mr. Longbottom!
Down, down!

Neville!

Come back down this instant!

Everyone out of the way!

Is he all right?

Oh, dear, it's a broken wrist.
Poor boy. Come on now, up you get.

Everyone's to keep their feet firmly on the ground
while I take Mr. Longbottom to the hospital wing.

Understand? If I see
a single broom in the air...

the one riding it will find themselves
out of Hogwarts before they can say Quidditch.

Did you see his face?

If the fat lump had given this a squeeze, he'd have
remembered to fall on his fat arse.

Give it here, Malfoy.

No. I think I'll leave it somewhere
for Longbottom to find.

How about on the roof?

What's the matter, Potter?
Bit beyond your reach?

Harry, no way!
You heard what Madam Hooch said.

Besides, you don't know how to fly.

What an idiot.

Give it here, Malfoy, or I'll
knock you off your broom!

Is that so?

Have it your way, then.

Nice going, Harry.
That was wicked, Harry!

Harry Potter!

Follow me.

You wait here.

Professor Quirrell, excuse me.
Could I borrow Wood for a moment, please?

Yes, of course.

Potter, this is Oliver Wood.
Wood, I have found you a Seeker.

Have you heard? Harry Potter's
the new Gryffindor Seeker.

I always knew he'd do well.

Seeker? But first years
never make the house teams.

You must be the youngest Quidditch player in...
A century, according to McGonagall.

Hey, well done, Harry.
Wood's just told us.

Fred and George are on the team too.
Beaters.

Our job is to make sure that you
don't get bloodied up too bad.

Can't make any promises of course.
Rough game, Quidditch.

Brutal, but no one's died in years.
Someone will vanish occasionally.

But they'll turn up in a month or two.

Go on, Harry. Quidditch is great. Best game
there is, and you'll be great too.

I've never played Quidditch.
What if I make a fool of myself?

You won't make a fool of yourself.
It's in your blood.

Harry, you never told me your father
was a Seeker too.

I didn't know.

I'm telling you, it's spooky.
She knows more about you than you do.

Who doesn't?

What's happening?

The staircases change, remember?

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?

You don't use your eyes, do you?
Didn't you see what it was standing on?

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

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

It was standing on a trap door.
Which means, 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 clever
idea to get us killed.

Or worse, expelled.

She needs to sort out her priorities.

Quidditch is easy enough 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 three 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.
Ah, 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, Professor.

"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 Patel said she wouldn't
come out of the girls' 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 bogeys.

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've read about them, and 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 on your part,
and am very disappointed in you, Miss Grainger.

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 fully grown mountain 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, Harry.
You're gonna need your strength today.

I'm not hungry.

Good luck today, Potter.
Then again, now that you've proven yourself against a troll.

A little game of Quidditch
should be easy work for you.

Even if it is against Slytherin.

That explains the blood.
Blood?

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

so he could try and get past that three-headed dog.

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

But why would anyone go near that dog?

The day I was at Gringotts, Hagrid took
something out of one of the vaults.

Said it was Hogwarts business,
very secret.

So you're saying...

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

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

Let's open it.

It's a broomstick.

That's not just a broomstick, Harry.
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.

Hello. 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 possession of 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 on Halloween?

Who told you about Fluffy?
Fluffy?

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

I bought him off an Irish feller I met down at the pub
last year. Then I lent him to Dumbledore to guard the...

Shouldn't have said that.
No more questions! Don't ask any more questions.
That's top-secret, that is.

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

Codswallop. Professor Snape
is a Hogwarts teacher.

Hogwarts 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.

What that dog is guarding is strictly
between Professor Dumbledore and Nicholas Flamel.

Nicholas Flamel?

I shouldn't have said that.
I should not have said that.
I shouldn't have said that.

Nicholas Flamel.
Who's Nicholas Flamel?

I don't know.

♪ Merry Christmas Merry Christmas

♪ Ring the Hogwart bell

♪ Merry Christmas Merry Christmas

♪ Cast a Christmas spell

Knight to E5.

Queen to E5.

That's totally barbaric!

That's wizard's chess.
I see you've packed.

I see you haven't.

Change of plans. My parents decided to go
to Romania to visit my brother Charlie.

He's studying dragons there.
Good. You can help Harry then.

He's going to go look in the library,
for information on Nicholas Flamel.

We've looked a hundred times!

Not in the restricted section.
Happy Christmas.

I think we've had
a bad influence on her.

Harry, wake up!
Come on, Harry, wake up!

Happy Christmas, Harry.
Happy Christmas, Ron.

What are you wearing?

Oh, my mum made it.
Looks like you've got one too.

I've got presents?
Yeah.

There they are.

"Your father left this
in my possession before he died.

It is time it was returned to you.
Use it well."

What is it?
Some kind of cloak.

Well, let's see, then. Put it on.

My body's gone!

I know what that is.
That's an invisibility cloak!

I'm invisible?

They're really rare.
I wonder who gave it to you.

There was no name.
It just said, "Use it well."

"Famous Fire-Eaters".
"Fifteenth-Century Fiends".

"Flamel". "Nicholas Flamel".
Where are you?

Who's there?

I know you're in there.
You can't hide.

Who is it? Show yourself.

Severus, I...

You don't want me
as your enemy, Quirrell.

I don't know what you mean.
You know perfectly well what I mean.

We'll have another little chat soon.

When you've had time to decide
where your loyalties lie.

Professors. I found this
in the restricted section.

It's still hot. That means
there's a student out of bed.

Mum?

Dad?

Ron, you've really got to see this!
Ron, you've got to see this!

Ron. Ron, come on, get out of bed!

Why?
There's something you've got to see! Now come on.

Come on! Come!
Come look, it's my parents!

I only see us.

Look in properly.
Go on, stand there.

There. You see them, don't you?
That's me! Only I'm head boy.

And I'm holding the Quidditch Cup.

And bloody hell!
I'm Quidditch captain too!

I look good.

Harry, do you think this mirror
shows the future?

How can it?
Both my parents are dead.

Back again, Harry?

I see that you,
like many before you...

have discovered the delights
of the Mirror of Erised.

I trust by now
you realize what it does.

Let me give you a clue.

The happiest man on earth...

would look in the mirror
and see only himself...

exactly as he is.

So then, it shows us what we want.
Whatever we want.

Yes. And no.

It shows us nothing more or less...

than the deepest and most desperate
desires of our hearts.

Now you, Harry, who have
never known your family...

you see them standing beside you.

But remember this, Harry.

This mirror gives us
neither knowledge...

or truth.

Men have wasted away in front of it.
Even gone mad.

That is why tomorrow
it will be moved to a new home.

And I must ask you...

not to go looking for it again.

It does not do to dwell on dreams...

and forget to live.

I had you looking in the wrong section.
How could I be so stupid?

I checked this out weeks ago
for a bit of light reading.

This is light?

Of course! Here it is!

Nicholas Flamel is the only known
maker of the Sorcerer's Stone.

The what?

Honestly, don't you two read?

"The Sorcerer's Stone is a legendary
substance with astonishing powers.

It'll transform any metal
into pure gold...

and produces the Elixir of Life
which will make the drinker immortal."

Immortal?
It means you'll never die.

I know what it means!

"The only Stone currently in existence
belongs to Mr. Nicholas Flamel...

the noted alchemist, who last year
celebrated his 665th birthday."

That's what Fluffy's guarding on the third floor.

That's what's under the trap door.
The Sorcerer's Stone.

Hagrid.

Oh hello. Sorry, don't wish to be rude,
but I'm in no fit state to entertain today.

We know about the Sorcerer's Stone.

Oh.

We think Snape's trying to steal it.
Snape? Blimey, you're not still on about him, are ya?

Hagrid, we know he's after the stone.
We just don't know why.

Snape is one of the teachers
protecting the Stone. He's not about to steal it.

What?

You heard. Alright, come on now,
I'm a bit preoccupied today.

Wait a minute.
"One of the teachers"?

Of course! There are other things
defending the Stone, aren't there?

Spells, enchantments.
That's right.

Waste of bloody time, if you ask me.

Ain't no one gonna get past Fluffy.

Ain't a soul knows how,
except for me and Dumbledore.

I shouldn't have told you that.
I should not have told you that.

Hagrid, what exactly is that?
That? It's a...it's um...

I know what that is!

But, Hagrid, how did you get one?

I won it. Off a stranger
I met down at the pub.

Seemed quite glad to be rid of it,
as a matter of fact.

Is that...

a dragon?

That's not just a dragon.
That's a Norwegian Ridgeback.

My brother, Charlie, works
with these in Romania.

Isn't he beautiful? Oh, bless him.
Look, he knows his mummy.

Hello, Norbert.

Norbert?
Yeah, well...he's got to have a name, don't he?

Don't you, Norbert?

He'll have to be trained up a bit,
of course.

Who's that?

Malfoy.

Oh, dear.

Hagrid always wanted a dragon.
Told me so the first time I ever met him.

It's crazy.
And worse, Malfoy knows.

I don't understand. Is that bad?
It's bad.

Good evening.

Nothing, I repeat, nothing...

gives a student the right
to walk about the school at night.

Therefore, as punishment for your actions,
50 points will be taken.

50?!
Each.

To ensure it doesn't happen again...

all four of you
will receive detention.

Excuse me, Professor,
perhaps I heard you wrong.

I thought you said the four of us.

No, you heard me correctly, Mr. Malfoy.

You see, honorable as your intentions were,
you too were out of bed after hours.

You will join your classmates
in detention.

A pity they let
the old punishments die.

Was a time detention will find you
hanging by your thumbs in the dungeons.

God, I miss the screaming.

You'll be serving detention
with Hagrid tonight.

He's got a little job to do
inside the Dark Forest.

A sorry lot, this, Hagrid.

Good God man, you're not still on
about that bloody dragon, are you?

Norbert's gone.

Dumbledore sent him off to Romania
to live in a colony.

Well that's good, isn't it?
He'll be with his own kind.

Yeah, but what if he don't like Romania?

What if the other dragons are mean
to him? He's only a baby after all.

Oh for God's sake, pull yourself together, man.
You're going into the forest after all.

Got to have your wits about you.

The Forest? I thought that was a joke.
We can't go in there.

Students aren't allowed.
And there are...

werewolves.

Oh there's more than werewolves
in those trees, lad.

You can be sure of that.

Nighty-night.

Right. Let's go.

Hagrid, what is that?

What we're here for.
See that?

That's unicorn blood, that is.
I found one dead a few weeks ago.

Now, this one's been hurt bad
by something.

So, it's our job to go
and find the poor beast.

Ron, Hermione, you'll come with me.
Okay.

And, Harry, you'll go with Malfoy.

Okay. Then I get Fang.

Fine. Just so you know,
he's a bloody coward.

Wait till my father hears about this.
This is servant's stuff.

If I didn't know better, Draco,
I'd say you were scared.

I'm not scared, Potter.

Do you hear that?

Come on, Fang.

Scared!

What is it, Fang?

Harry Potter, you must leave.
You are known to many creatures here.

The Forest is not safe at this time.
Especially for you.

What was that thing you saved me from?

A monstrous creature.
It is a terrible crime to slay a unicorn.

Drinking the blood of a unicorn will keep you alive
even if you are an inch from death.

But at a terrible price. For you
have slain something so pure...

that the moment the blood touches
your lips, you will have a half-life.

A cursed life.

Who would choose such a life?
Can you think of no one?

Do you mean to say that
that thing that killed the unicorn...

that was drinking it's blood,
that was Voldemort?

Do you know what is hidden
in the school at this very moment, Mr. Potter?

The Sorcerer's Stone.

Harry!

Hello there, Firenze.
See you've met our young Mr. Potter.

You all right there, Harry?

Harry Potter,
this is where I leave you.

You're safe now. Good luck.

You mean, You-Know-Who is out there
right now in the Forest?

But he's weak.
He's living off the unicorns.

Don't you see? We had it wrong.

Snape doesn't want the Stone for himself.
He wants the stone for Voldemort.

With the Elixir of Life,
Voldemort will be strong again.

He'll... He'll come back.

But if he comes back...

you don't think he'll try
to kill you, do you?

I think if he'd had the chance,
he might have tried to kill me tonight.

And to think I've been worrying
about my potions final.

Hang on a minute.
We're forgetting one thing.

Who's the one wizard
Voldemort always feared?

Dumbledore. As long as Dumbledore
is around, Harry, you're safe.

As long as Dumbledore is around,
you can't be touched.

I'd heard Hogwarts' end of the year exams were
frightful, but I found that rather enjoyable.

Speak for yourself.
All right there, Harry?

My scar. It keeps burning.
It's happened before.

Not like this.
Perhaps you should see the nurse.

I think it's a warning.
It means danger's coming.

Of course!
What is it?

Don't you think it's a bit odd that what Hagrid wants
more than anything is a dragon...

and a stranger turns up, who just happens
to have one?

I mean, how many people wander around
with dragon eggs in their pocket?

Why didn't I see it before?

Hagrid, who gave you the dragon egg?
What did he look like?

I don't know. I never saw his face.
He kept his hood up.

This stranger though,
you and he must have talked.

Well, he wanted to know what sort
of creatures I looked after.

I told him, I said, "After Fluffy,
a dragon's gonna be no problem."

Did he seem interested in Fluffy?
Well of course he was interested in Fluffy.

How often do you come across
a three-headed dog? Even if you're in the trade.

But I told him, I said.. I said "The trick with any beast
is to know how to calm him."

Take Fluffy, for example. Just play him a bit of
music and he falls straight to sleep.

I shouldn't have told you that.

Where are you going? Wait!

We have to see Professor Dumbledore.
Immediately!

I'm afraid Professor Dumbledore is not here.

He received an urgent owl from the
Ministry of Magic and left immediately for London.

He's gone? Now?
But this is important!

This is about the Sorcerer's Stone!

How do you know...?
Someone's going to try and steal it.

I don't know how you three found out about the stone,
but I assure you it is perfectly well protected.

Now would you go back
to your dormitories? Quietly.

That was no stranger Hagrid met in the village.
It was Snape.

Which means he knows
how to get past Fluffy.

And with Dumbledore gone...
Good afternoon.

Now what would three young Gryffindors,
such as yourselves...

be doing inside on a day like this?

We were just...
You ought to be careful.

People will think you're...

up to something.

Now what do we do?

We go down the trap door. Tonight.

Trevor.

Trevor, shhh, go! You shouldn't be here!

Neither should you.
You're sneaking out again, aren't you?

Neville, listen. We were...
No, I won't let you!

You'll get Gryffindor into trouble again.
I'll fight you.

Neville, I'm really, really sorry about this.
Petrificus Totalus.

You're a little scary sometimes,
you know that?

Brilliant, but scary.

Let's go.

Sorry.
It's for your own good, you know.

Ow! You stood on my foot!
Sorry.

Alohomora.

Wait a minute. He's...

snoring.

Snape's already been here.
He's put a spell on the harp.

It's got horrible breath.

We have to move its paw.
What?

Come on!

Okay. Push.

I'll go first. Don't follow
until I give you a sign.

If something bad happens,
get yourselves out.

Does it seem a bit quiet to you?

The harp.

It's stopped playing.

Uh.... Yuck!

Jump!

Lucky this plant thing's here, really.

Stop moving, both of you.
This is Devil's Snare.

You have to relax. If you don't,
it will only kill you faster.

Kill us faster?
Oh, now I can relax!

Hermione!

Now what are we gonna do?
Just relax!

Hermione, where are you?
Do what I say! Trust me.

Harry!

Are you okay?
Yeah, I'm fine.

He's not relaxing, is he?
Apparently not.

We've got to do something.
What?

I remember reading something
in Herbology.

"Devil's Snare, Devil's Snare.
It's deadly fun...

but will sulk in the sun!"
That's it! Devil's Snare hates sunlight.

Lumus Solem.

Ron, you okay?
Yeah.

Lucky we didn't panic.

Lucky Hermione pays attention
in Herbology.

What is that?

I don't know. Sounds like wings.

Curious. I've never seen
birds like these.

They're not birds.
They're keys.

And I'll bet one of them
fits that door.

What's this all about?
I don't know.

Strange.

Alohomora!

Well, it was worth a try.

What are we going to do?
There must be a thousand keys up there.

We're looking for a big old-fashioned one.
Probably rusty like the handle.

There, I see it!
The one with the broken wing.

What's wrong, Harry?

It's too simple.

Go on, Harry! If Snape could catch it
on that old broomstick, you can.

You're the youngest Seeker
in a century.

This complicates things a bit.

Catch the key!

Hurry up!

I don't like this.
I don't like this at all.

Where are we? A graveyard.

This is no graveyard.

It's a chessboard.

There's the door.

Now what do we do?

It's obvious, isn't it? We've got
to play our way across the room.

Alright. Harry, you take
the empty bishop's square.

Hermione, you'll be
the queen-side castle.

As for me, I'll be a knight.

What happens now?

Well, white moves first.

And then...

we play.

Ron, you don't suppose
this is going to be like...

real wizard's chess, do you?

You there, D5.

Yes, Hermione.

I think this is gonna be
exactly like wizard chess.

Castle to E4!

Pawn to C3!

Wait a minute.
You understand right, Harry.

Once I make my move,
the queen will take me.

Then you're free to check the king.

No. Ron, no!
What is it?

He's going to sacrifice himself.
No you can't, there must be another way!

Do you wanna stop Snape
from getting that Stone or not?

Harry, it's you that has to go on.
I know it.

Not me. Not Hermione. You.

Knight to H3.

Check.

Ron!

No, don't move!
Don't forget, we're still playing.

Checkmate.

Take care of Ron.
Then go to the owlery.

Send a message to Dumbledore.
Ron's right.

I have to go on.

You'll be okay, Harry.
You're a great wizard. You really are.

Not as good as you.

Me? Books and cleverness.
There are more important things.

Friendship and bravery.
And, Harry, just be careful.

You?

No, it can't be.
Snape, he was the...

Yes, he does seem the type,
doesn't he?

Next to him, who would suspect...

poor, stuttering
Professor Quirrell?

But that day, during the Quidditch match,
Snape tried to kill me.

No, dear boy. I tried to kill you!

And trust me, if Snape's cloak hadn't caught
fire and broken my eye contact...

I would have succeeded.

Even with Snape muttering
his little countercurse.

Snape was trying to save me?

I knew you were a danger to me right from the off..
especially after Halloween.

Then you let the troll in!
Very good, Potter, yes.

Snape, unfortunately, wasn't fooled.

While everyone else was running about the dungeon,
he went to the third floor to head me off.

He, of course, never trusted me again.

He rarely left me alone.
But he doesn't understand.

I'm never alone. Never.

Now, what does this mirror do?

I see what I desire.

I see myself holding the Stone.
But how do I get it?

Use the boy.

Come here, Potter! Now!

Tell me, what do you see?

What is it? What do you see?

I'm shaking hands with Dumbledore.
I've won the house cup.

He lies.

Tell the truth! What do you see?

Let me speak to him.
Master, you are not strong enough.

I have strength enough for this.

Harry Potter...

we meet again.

Voldemort.

Yes. You see what I've become?

See what I must do to survive?

Live off another. A mere parasite.

Unicorn blood can sustain me...

but it cannot give me
a body of my own.

But there is something that can.

Something that, conveniently enough,
lies in your pocket.

Stop him!

Don't be a fool.

Why suffer an horrific death...

when you can join me and live?

Never!

Bravery. Your parents had it too.

Tell me, Harry...

would you like to see
your mother and father again?

Together...

we can bring them back.

All I ask is for something in return.

That's it, Harry.

There is no good and evil.

There is only power...

and those too weak to seek it.

Together, we'll do
extraordinary things.

Just give me the Stone!

You liar!

Kill him!

What is this magic?
Fool, get the Stone!

Good afternoon, Harry.

Tokens from your admirers?
Admirers?

What happened down in the dungeons between
you and Professor Quirrell is a complete secret.

So, naturally, the whole school knows.

I see that your friend Ronald
has saved you the trouble...

of opening your Chocolate Frogs.

Ron was here? Is he all right?
What about Hermione?

Fine. They're both just fine.

What happened to the Stone?
Relax, dear boy.

The Stone has been destroyed.

My friend Nicholas and I
have had a little chat...

and agreed it was best all around.

But then, Flamel,
he'll die, won't he?

He has enough Elixir
to set his affairs in order.

But yes, he will die.

How is it I got the Stone, sir?

One minute I was staring
in the mirror and...

You see, only a person...

who wanted to find the Stone,
find it...

but not use it,
would be able to get it.

That is one of my more brilliant ideas.

And between you and me,
that is saying something.

Does that mean, with the Stone gone that is,
that Voldemort can never come back?

I'm afraid...

there are ways
in which he can return.

Harry, do you know why...

Professor Quirrell couldn't bear
to have you touch him?

It was because of your mother.
She sacrificed herself for you.

And that kind of act leaves a mark.

No, this kind of mark cannot be seen.

It lives in your very skin.
What is it?

Love, Harry. Love.

Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans.

I was most unfortunate in my youth
to come across a vomit-flavored one.

And since then, I'm afraid,
I've lost my liking for them.

But I think I could be safe...

with a nice toffee.

Alas!

Earwax.

All right there, Ron?
All right. You?

All right. Hermione?

Never better.

Another year gone.

And now, as I understand it,
the house cup needs awarding.

And the points stand thus:

In fourth place,
Gryffindor with 312 points.

Third place,
Hufflepuff with 352 points.

In second place...

Ravenclaw with 426 points.

And in first place...

with 472 points, Slytherin house.

Nice one, mate.

Yes, yes, well done, Slytherin.
Well done, Slytherin...

However, recent events must
be taken into account.

And I have a few last-minute points
to award.

To Miss Hermione Granger,
for the cool use of intellect...

while others were in grave peril...

50 points.

Good job.

Second, to Mr. Ronald Weasley,
for the best-played game of chess...

that Hogwarts has seen
these many years, 50 points.

And third...

to Mr. Harry Potter...

for pure nerve
and outstanding courage...

I award Gryffindor house... 60 points.

We're tied with Slytherin!

And finally, it takes a great deal of bravery
to stand up to your enemies...

but a great deal more
to stand up to your friends.

I award 10 points...

to Neville Longbottom.

Assuming that my calculations
are correct, I believe...

that a change of decoration is in order.

Gryffindor wins the house cup.

Come on, now.
Hurry up, you'll be late.

Train's leaving. Go on, go on.
Come on, hurry up.

Come on, Harry.
One minute.

Thought you were leaving
without saying goodbye, did you?

This is for you.

Thanks, Hagrid.

Go on. On with you. On with you now. On with ya.
Oh, listen, Harry.

If that dolt of a cousin of yours,
Dudley, gives you any grief...

you could always, um, threaten him...

with a nice pair of ears
to go with that tail of his.

But, Hagrid, we're not allowed to do magic
away from Hogwarts. You know that.

I do. But your cousin don't, do he?
Eh?

Feels strange to be going home,
doesn't it?

I'm not going home.

Not really.