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[CAT MEOWS]

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.

[ENGINE ROARS]

Professor Dumbledore, sir.
Professor McGonagall.

- No problems, I trust, Hagrid?
- No, sir.

Little tyke fell asleep
as we were flying over Bristol.

Try not to wake him.

There you go.

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.

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

He'll be famous. Every child
in our world will 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.

WOMAN:
Up. Get up!

Now!

DUDLEY: Wake up, cousin!
We're going to the zoo!

PETUNIA: Here comes the birthday boy.
VERNON: Happy birthday, son.

Cook 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.

PETUNIA:
Aren't they wonderful, darling?

- How many are there?
-36. Counted them myself.

36?! But last year I had 37!

- But some are bigger than last year's.
- I don't care!

This is what we're going to do.

We're going to buy you two
new presents. How's that, pumpkin?

PETUNIA: It should be a lovely day
at the zoo. I'm 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.

DUDLEY:
Make it move.

Move!

- Move!
- He's asleep!

He's boring.

Sorry about him. He doesn't understand
what it's like, lying there...

...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...?

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, you won't believe
what this snake is doing!

Thanks.

Anytime.

MAN:
Snake!

[SCREAMING]

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!

The glass was there
and then it was gone, like magic.

There's no such thing as magic.

PETUNIA:
And smile.

[PETUNIA GASPS]

Vernon, just look at him.
I can't believe it.

In just a week, he'll be off to Smeltings.

Caveat to Smeltonia.
Proudest moment of my life.

Will I have to wear that too?

- What? You, go to Smeltings?
- Ha!

[BOTH LAUGHING]

Don't be so stupid. You're going to go
to the state school, where you belong.

This is what you're going to be wearing
when I finish dyeing it.

But that's Dudley's old uniform.
It'll fit me like bits of old elephant skin.

It'll fit you well enough.

Go get the post. Go!

VERNON:
Marge is ill. Ate a funny whelk.

- Dad, look! Harry's got a letter!
- It's mine!

Yours? Who'd be writing to you?

[DRILL WHIRS]

VERNON:
No more mail through this letterbox.

PETUNIA:
Have a lovely day at the office, dear.

[OWL HOOTS]

Shoo! Go on.

[OWLS HOOTING]

[YELLS]

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.

VERNON:
No blasted letters today! No, sir.

Not one single bloody letter. Not one!

No, sir, not one blasted, miserable...

[RUMBLING]

DUDLEY:
Make it stop, please!

VERNON:
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.

[CRASHING]

Who's there?

Sorry about that.

I demand that you leave at once.
You are breaking and entering.

Dry up, Dursley, you great prune.

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

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

I'm not Harry.

- I am.
- Well, of course you are.

Got something for you.

Afraid I sat on it, 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, is it?

Excuse me, but who are you?

Rubeus Hagrid, Keeper of Keys
and Grounds at Hogwarts.

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

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.

A good one, I'd wager,
once you're trained up.

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?

Hm.

HARRY: "Dear Mr. Potter,
We are pleased to accept you...

...at Hogwarts School
of Witchcraft and Wizardry."

He will not be going! We swore
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 she 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?

PETUNIA: We had to say something.
- It's an outrage! A scandal!

He'll not be going.

A great Muggle like you
is going to stop him?

Muggle?

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

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

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

I will not pay to have a 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.

- I'm not allowed to do magic.
- Okay.

We're a bit behind schedule.
Best be off.

Unless you'd rather stay, of course.

HARRY: "First-year students will require
three sets of plain work robes...

...one wand."

Essential bit of equipment, Harry.

"One pair of dragon-hide gloves."

Hagrid, do they mean from a real dragon?

Well, they don't mean a penguin, do they?
Ha.

- Crikey, I'd love a dragon.
- You'd like a dragon?

Vastly misunderstood beasts, Harry.

Vastly misunderstood.

HARRY:
"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 Harry buy
his school supplies.

Bless my soul. It's Harry Potter!

Welcome back, Mr. Potter.
Welcome back.

Doris Crockford. 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.

Professor Quirrell will be your
Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher.

Oh, nice to meet you.

Fearfully fascinating subject.

Not that you need it, eh, Potter?

Yes, well, must be going now.
Lots to buy.

HARRY:
Goodbye.

- See, Harry? You're famous.
- But why am I famous?

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

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

Welcome, Harry, to Diagon Alley.

Here, you get your quills and ink.

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

BOY 1:
It's a world-class racing broom.

Look at it! The new Nimbus 2000!

BOY 2:
It's the fastest model yet.

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

There's your money.
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,
but not the most friendly of beasts.

Best stay close.

[HAGRID CLEARS THROAT]

Mr. Harry Potter wishes
to make a withdrawal.

And does Mr. Harry Potter
have his key?

Wait a minute.
Got it here somewhere.

Ha! There's the little devil.

And there's something else as well.

Professor Dumbledore gave me this.

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

Very well.

Vault 687.

Lamp, please.

Key, please.

Did you think your parents
would leave you with nothing?

GOBLIN: Vault 713.
HARRY: What's in there, Hagrid?

HAGRID: Can't tell you.
Hogwarts business. Very secret.

GOBLIN:
Stand back.

Best not to mention this to anyone.

I still need a wand.

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

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

Hello?

Hello?

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

It seems only yesterday...

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

Here we are.

Give it a wave.

Apparently not.

Perhaps...

...this.

No, no, definitely not. No matter.

I wonder...

Curious.

Very curious.

Sorry, but what's curious?

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

It so happens that the phoenix...

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

Just one other.

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

...when its brother gave you that scar.

And who owned that wand?

We do not speak his name.

The wand chooses
the wizard, Mr. Potter.

It's not always clear why.

But I think it is clear...

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

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

...did great things.

Terrible...

...yes, but great.

[KNOCKING]

HAGRID:
Harry! Harry!

Happy birthday.

HARRY:
Wow.

You all right, Harry?
You seem very quiet.

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

You know, Hagrid. I know you do.

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

Not all wizards are good.

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

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

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

No, I can't spell it.

- All right, Voldemort.
- Voldemort?

Shh.

It was dark times, Harry.

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.

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

Well, some say he died.

Codswallop, in my opinion.

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

...too tired to carry on.

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

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

You're the boy who lived.

What are you looking at?

Blimey, is that the time?

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

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

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

"Platform 9 3/4"?

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

There's no such thing, is there?

MAN:
Sorry.

Excuse me. Excuse me.

On your left.

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

Think you're being funny, do you?

MRS. WEASLEY: It's the same
every year, packed with Muggles.

- Muggles?
MRS. WEASLEY: Platform 9 3/4, this way.

All right, Percy, you first.

Fred, you next.

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

I'm sorry, George.

I'm only joking. I am Fred.

Excuse me.

Could you tell me how to...?

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

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

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

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

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

Not at all.

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

I'm Harry. Harry Potter.

So it's true!

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

- The what?
- The scar?

Oh, yeah.

Wicked!

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

We'll take the lot.

Whoa.

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

There's chocolate
and peppermint and also...

...spinach, liver and tripe.

George sweared he got
a booger-flavored one once.

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

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

Watch it!

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

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

Hey, he's gone!

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

This is Scabbers. Pathetic, isn't he?

A little.

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

Yeah.

Has anyone seen a toad?

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

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

Sunshine, daisies, butter mellow

Turn this stupid, fat rat yellow

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

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

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

For example:

Oculus Reparo.

That's better, isn't it?

Holy cricket, you're Harry Potter!

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

- I'm Ron Weasley.
- Pleasure.

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

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

Just there.

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

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

- Hello, Harry.
- Hi, Hagrid.

Whoa.

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

Wow.

Wicked.

Welcome to Hogwarts.

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

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

They are Gryffindor, Hufflepuff...

...Ravenclaw and Slytherin.

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

Your triumphs will earn you points.

Any rule-breaking
and you will lose points.

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

Trevor!

Sorry.

The Sorting Ceremony
will begin momentarily.

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

Harry Potter has come to Hogwarts.

Harry Potter?

This is Crabbe and Goyle.

And I'm Malfoy.

Draco Malfoy.

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

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

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

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

I can help you there.

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

We're ready for you now.
Follow me.

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

I read about it
in Hogwarts, A History.

Will you wait along here, please?

Now, before we begin...

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

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

The first years, please note...

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

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

...that the third-floor corridor
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.

Ah, right, then. Mm, right.

Okay. Gryffindor!

Draco Malfoy.

Slytherin!

Every wizard who went bad
was in Slytherin.

Susan Bones.

Ah!

Harry, what is it?

Nothing. Nothing, I'm fine.

SORTING HAT:
Let's see...

I know! Hufflepuff!

Ronald Weasley.

Ha, another Weasley!
I know just what to do with you.

Gryffindor!

Harry Potter.

[WHISPERING]

Hm, 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, no doubt about that.

- No? Well, if you're sure.
- Please, no.

Better be...

...Gryffindor!

Your attention, please.

Let the feast begin.

Wow.

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.

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

PERCY: Professor Snape,
head of Slytherin house.

- What's he teach?
- Potions.

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

Hello! How are you?

Welcome to Gryffindor.

GIRL:
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.

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

Ravenclaw, follow me. This way.

PERCY: 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.

RON:
That picture's moving.

RON: Look at that one.
HARRY: I think she fancies you.

GIRL 1: Look!
GIRL 2: Who's that girl?

MAN IN PICTURE:
Welcome to Hogwarts.

GIRL 3:
Who's that?

Password?

Caput Draconis.

Wow.

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

Gather around here.

Welcome to the Gryffindor
common room.

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

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.

It'd be better if I transfigured
Mr. Potter and you into a watch.

- Then 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 with abilities...

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

...to not pay attention.

Mr. Potter.

Our new celebrity.

What would I get if I added root of
asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?

You don't know? Let's try again.

Where would you look
if I asked you to find a bezoar?

I don't know, sir.

SNAPE: What is the difference
between monkshood and wolfsbane?

I don't know, sir.

Pity.

Clearly, fame isn't everything...

...is it, Mr. Potter?

Clearly, Hermione knows.

It seems a pity not to ask her.

[ALL GIGGLING]

SNAPE:
Silence.

Put your hand down, you silly girl.

For your information, Potter...

...asphodel and wormwood
make a sleeping potion so powerful...

...it is known as
the Draught of the Living Dead.

A bezoar is a stone
taken from the stomach of a goat...

...and it will save you from most poisons.

As for monkshood and wolfsbane,
they are the same plant...

...which also goes by the name of aconite.

Well...

...why aren't you all copying this down?

And Gryffindors...

...note that five points
will be taken from your house...

...for your classmate's cheek.

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

Eye of rabbit...

What's Seamus trying to do
to the water?

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

[EXPLODES]

[OWL CRIES]

Mail's here.

Can I borrow this? Thanks.

Look, Neville's got a Remembrall.

I've read about those. The smoke turns
red when you've forgotten something.

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

Somebody broke into Gringotts. Listen.

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

...Gringotts goblins acknowledge
the breach but insist nothing was taken.

The vault in question, number 713,
had been emptied earlier that 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.

What are you waiting for?
Step up to your broomstick.

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

Up!

- Up.
- Up.

Up. Up!

With feeling.

ALL:
Up!

- Up. Up.
- Up. Up.

Up! Oh!

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 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!

Mr. Longbo...

[NEVILLE SCREAMS]

NEVILLE:
Whoa!

Ow!

MADAM HOOCH:
Everyone out of the way!

Is he all right?

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

Keep your feet on the ground
while I take him to the hospital wing.

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

...the one riding it will be expelled
before they can say Quidditch.

Did you see his face?

If he had squeezed this, he'd have
remembered to fall on his arse.

Give it here, Malfoy.

No. 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 or I'll
knock you off your broom!

Is that so?

Have it your way, then.

BOY 1: Nice going, Harry.
BOY 2: That was wicked, Harry!

Harry Potter!

Follow me.

You wait here.

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

Yes, of course.

[LIZARD GROWLS]

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 player in...
- A century, McGonagall says.

Well done, Harry.
Wood's just told us.

Fred and George are on the team.
Beaters.

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

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

But no one's died in years.
Someone vanishes occasionally.

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

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

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

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

Whoa.

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.

HARRY:
Who doesn't?

What's happening?

The staircases change, remember?

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

Does anybody feel like
we shouldn't be here?

HERMIONE:
We're not supposed to be here.

This is the third floor.
It's forbidden.

Let's go.

[CAT MEOWS]

HERMIONE: It's Filch's cat!
HARRY: 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.

FILCH:
Anyone here, my sweet?

[CAT MEOWS]

Come on.

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

- It was locked.
- And for good reason.

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

Didn't you see what
it was standing on?

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

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

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

- It's guarding something.
- Guarding something?

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

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

Or worse, expelled.

She needs to sort out her priorities.

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

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

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

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

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

I think so. What are those?

You better take this.

Careful now, it's coming back.

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

Uh-oh.

What was that?

Bludger. Nasty little buggers.

But you are a Seeker.

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

The Golden Snitch.

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

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

What do I do with it?

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

You catch this, the game's over.

You catch this, Potter,
and we win.

Whoa.

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.

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.

[EXPLODES]

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

"It's Leviosa, not Leviosar."

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

I think she heard you.

Where's Hermione?

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

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

Troll in the dungeon!

Troll in the dungeon!

Thought you ought to know.

Silence!

Everyone will please not panic!

Now...

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

Teachers will follow me
to the dungeons.

Gryffindors, keep up, please,
and stay alert.

HARRY:
How could a troll get in?

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

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

[GROWLS]

I think the troll's left the dungeon.

HARRY:
It's going into the girls' bathroom.

[HERMIONE SCREAMS]

Hermione, move!

HERMIONE:
Help! Help!

Hey, pea brain!

[HERMIONE SCREAMS]

Help!

Whoa!

Ugh.

Do something!

- What?
- Anything!

- Hurry up!
- Swish and flick.

Wingardium Leviosa.

Cool.

Is it dead?

I don't think so. Just knocked out.

Ugh. Troll boogers.

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

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

Miss Granger?

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

But I was wrong.

If Harry and Ron hadn't come
and found me...

...I'd probably be dead.

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

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

Five points will be taken
from Gryffindor...

...for your serious lack of judgment.

As for you two gentlemen...

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

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

...and live to tell the tale.

Five points...

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

...for sheer dumb luck.

Perhaps you ought to go.
It might wake up.

[TROLL GROWLS]

HARRY: Good of you to
get us out of trouble like that.

RON:
Mind you, we did save her life.

Mind you, she might not have
needed saving if you hadn't insulted her.

What are friends for?

RON:
Take a bit of toast, mate. Go on.

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

I'm not hungry.

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

A game of Quidditch
should be easy work.

Even if it is against Slytherin.

- That explains the blood.
- Blood?

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

...so he could get past that dog.

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

But why would anyone go near that dog?

At Gringotts, Hagrid took
something out of the vault.

Said it was Hogwarts business,
very secret.

HERMIONE:
You're saying...

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

[OWL CRIES]

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

Let's open it.

HARRY:
It's a broomstick.

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

But who...?

- Scared, Harry?
- A little.

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

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

I took a Bludger to the head
two minutes in.

Woke up in hospital a week later.

Welcome to Hogwarts' first
Quidditch game of the season.

Today's game,
Slytherin versus Gryffindor!

Gryffindor!

LEE:
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!

LEE: 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!

Yes... Whoa.

Well done!

LEE: Slytherin takes the Quaffle.
Bletchley passes to Captain Marcus Flint.

- Yes!
- Another 10 points to Gryffindor!

Give me that!

Take that side!

Whoa. Whoa!

HAGRID: 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.

MAN:
Fire! You're on fire!

Go, go, go, go!

Looks like he's gonna be sick.

LEE:
He's got the Snitch!

Harry Potter receives 150 points
for catching the Snitch!

Gryffindor wins!

Oh, no.

Yes!

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

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

- Who told you about Fluffy?
- Fluffy?

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

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

Yes?

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

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

Codswallop. Professor Snape
is a Hogwarts teacher.

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

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

Exactly.

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

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

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

Nicholas Flamel?

I shouldn't have said that.
I should not 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 went
to Romania to visit my brother Charlie.

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

He's going to the library
to look up 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.

RON: 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.

RON:
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.

Whoa!

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?

FILCH:
Who's there?

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

Who is it? Show yourself.

[CAT MEOWS]

QUIRRELL:
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?

HARRY: Ron, you've really gotta
see this! Ron, you've gotta see this!

Ron, come on, get out of bed!

- Why?
- There's something you've got to see!

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.

- Do you like yours, Ron?
- Are you staying here for Christmas?

GIRL:
Yeah, actually I am.

GEORGE: Ron? Ron?
- I'll be right back.

Wanna play chess?

- No.
- Wanna go and visit Hagrid?

No.

Harry, I know what you're thinking,
but don't.

There's something not right
about that mirror.

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.