Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone (Harry Potter, #1)

by J.K. Rowling

because he didn’t approve of imagination.

What a drab

“It’s the best place for him,” said Dumbledore firmly. “His aunt and uncle will be able to explain everything to him when he’s older. I’ve written them a letter.”

“To Harry Potter—the boy who lived!”

“No, thanks,” said Harry. “The poor toilet’s never had anything as horrible as your head down it—it might be sick.” Then he ran, before Dudley could work out what he’d said.

“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. “A wizard, o’ course,”