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by
J.K. Rowling
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July 26 - August 18, 2020
“Search me.”
Professor Flitwick, who had golden bubbles blossoming out of his wand and was trailing them over the branches of the new tree.
you needed a specially signed note from one of the teachers to look in any of the restricted books, and he knew he’d never get one. These were the books containing powerful Dark Magic never taught at Hogwarts, and only read by older students studying advanced Defense Against the Dark Arts.
Once the holidays had started, Ron and Harry were having too good a time to think much about Flamel. They had the dormitory to themselves and the common room was far emptier than usual, so they were able to get the good armchairs by the fire. They sat by the hour eating anything they could spear on a toasting fork — bread, English muffins, marshmallows — and plotting ways of getting Malfoy expelled, which were fun to talk about even if they wouldn’t work.
Harry picked the shining, silvery cloth off the floor. It was strange to the touch, like water woven into material.
Their peeling, faded gold letters spelled words in languages Harry couldn’t understand. Some had no title at all. One book had a dark stain on it that looked horribly like blood.
the Cloak didn’t stop him from being solid.
It was a magnificent mirror, as high as the ceiling, with an ornate gold frame, standing on two clawed feet. There was an inscription carved around the top: Erised stra ehru oyt ube cafru oyt on wohsi.
“Strange how nearsighted being invisible can make you,” said Dumbledore, and Harry was relieved to see that he was smiling.
He’d just gotten very angry with the Weasleys, who kept dive-bombing each other and pretending to fall off their brooms.
Snape’s refereeing this time, and he’ll be looking for any excuse to knock points off Gryffindor!” George Weasley really did fall off his broom at these words.
How he had managed to climb through the portrait hole was anyone’s guess, because his legs had been stuck together with what they recognized at once as the Leg-Locker Curse. He must have had to bunny hop all the way up to Gryffindor Tower.
“You’re worth twelve of Malfoy,” Harry said. “The Sorting Hat chose you for Gryffindor, didn’t it? And where’s Malfoy? In stinking Slytherin.”
“Oh, honestly, don’t you two read?
The Stone will transform any metal into pure gold. It also produces the Elixir of Life, which will make the drinker immortal.
but the only Stone currently in existence belongs to Mr. Nicolas Flamel, the noted alchemist and opera lover.
quiet life in Devon with his wife, Perenelle (six hundred and fifty-eight).
“A stone that makes gold and stops you from ever dying!” said Harry. “No wonder Snape’s after it! Anyone would want it.”
The next morning in Defense Against the Dark Arts, while copying down different ways of treating werewolf bites, Harry and Ron were still discussing what they’d do with a Sorcerer’s Stone if they had one. It wasn’t until Ron said he’d buy his own Quidditch team that Harry remembered about Snape and the coming match.
“Now, don’t forget, it’s Locomotor Mortis,” Hermione muttered as Ron slipped his wand up his sleeve.
The stands erupted; it had to be a record, no one could ever remember the Snitch being caught so quickly.
He’d done it — the game was over; it had barely lasted five minutes.
He’d really done something to be proud of now — no one could say he was just a famous name any more.

