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

by J.K. Rowling

Mr. and Mrs. Dursley, of number four, Privet Drive, were proud to say that they were perfectly normal, thank you very much.

When Mr. and Mrs. Dursley woke up on the dull, gray Tuesday our story starts,

“Seventeen silver Sickles to a Galleon and twenty-nine Knuts to a Sickle,

imagine being in Hufflepuff, I think I’d leave, wouldn’t you?”

“There’s not a single witch or wizard who went bad who wasn’t in Slytherin. You-Know-Who was one.”

“I’m not sayin’ that’s not a good idea, but yer not ter use magic in the Muggle world except in very special circumstances,” said Hagrid.

holly and phoenix feather, eleven inches, nice and supple.”

“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.”

“Nine and three-quarters!” piped a small girl,

“First time at Hogwarts? Ron’s new, too.” She pointed at the last and youngest of her sons. He was tall, thin, and gangling, with freckles, big hands and feet, and a long nose.

“Oh, shut up,” said Percy the Prefect.

“Oh, Mum, can I go on the train and see him, Mum, oh please. . . .” “You’ve already seen him, Ginny, and the poor boy isn’t something you goggle at in a zoo.

“Anyone sitting there?” he asked, pointing at the seat opposite Harry. “Everywhere else is full.”

“Yes,” said Harry, “but I can’t remember it.”

and his work on alchemy with his partner, Nicolas Flamel.

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.

are: Nitwit! Blubber! Oddment! Tweak!

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.