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

by J.K. Rowling

The cat didn’t move. It just gave him a stern look. Was this normal cat behavior?

“I would trust Hagrid with my life,” said Dumbledore.

“Harry — yer a wizard.”

“Could you write it down?” Harry suggested. “Nah — can’t spell it. All right — Voldemort.”

It is very curious indeed that you should be destined for this wand when its brother — why, its brother gave you that scar.”

If only the hat had mentioned a House for people who felt a bit queasy, that would have been the one for him.

year at Hogwarts! Before we begin our banquet, I would like to say a few words. And here they are: Nitwit! Blubber! Oddment! Tweak!

“He’s a genius! Best wizard in the world! But he is a bit mad, yes.

Sprout say? — it likes the dark and the damp —” “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?”

Harry breathed in the funny smell that seemed to come from Quirrell’s turban.

As much money and life as you could want! The two things most human beings would choose above all — the trouble is, humans do have a knack of choosing precisely those things that are worst for them.”

“It takes a great deal of bravery to stand up to our enemies, but just as much to stand up to our friends.