More on this book
Community
Kindle Notes & Highlights
by
J.K. Rowling
Read between
July 26 - August 18, 2020
Ron and Hermione in the distance, jumping up and down, Ron cheering through a heavy nosebleed.
Gliding silently over the castle
He flew in circles, lower and lower, brushing the top branches of trees until he heard voices. He glided toward them and landed noiselessly in a towering beech tree.
“And I gave Malfoy a black eye, and Neville tried to take on Crabbe and Goyle single-handed! He’s still out cold but Madam Pomfrey says he’ll be all right
Everyone’s waiting for you in the common room, we’re having a party, Fred and George stole some cakes and stuff from the kitchens.”
I reckon there are other things guarding the stone apart from Fluffy, loads of enchantments, probably, and Quirrell would have done some anti-Dark Arts spell that Snape needs to break through —”
“It’ll be gone by next Tuesday,” said Ron.
(8-16-20/9:45am) Ron didn't have to do him like that. 😂😂💀
Quirrell, however, must have been braver than they’d thought. In the weeks that followed he did seem to be getting paler and thinner,
She had started drawing up study schedules and color-coding all her notes. Harry and Ron wouldn’t have minded, but she kept nagging them to do the same.
“That’s not ages, that’s like a second to Nicolas Flamel.”
It was hard to relax with Hermione next to you reciting the twelve uses of dragon’s blood or practicing wand movements. Moaning and yawning, Harry and Ron spent most of their free time in the library with her, trying to get through all their extra work.
Harry, who was looking up “Dittany” in One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi,
“Yer not still lookin’ fer Nicolas Flamel, are yeh?” “Oh, we found out who he is ages ago,” said Ron impressively.
“about what’s guarding the Stone apart from Fluffy
but don’ go rabbitin’ about it in here, students aren’ s’pposed ter know.
“I’m going to see what section he was in,” said Ron, who’d had enough of working.
“Dragons!” he whispered. “Hagrid was looking up stuff about dragons! Look at these: Dragon Species of Great Britain and Ireland; From Egg to Inferno, A Dragon Keeper’s Guide.”
“But it’s against our laws,” said Ron. “Dragon breeding was outlawed by the Warlocks’ Convention of 1709, everyone knows that.
“But there aren’t wild dragons in Britain?” said Harry.
“Common Welsh Green and Hebridean Blacks.
“So what on earth’s Hagrid up to?” said Hermione.
Even though it was such a warm day, there was a blazing fire in the grate. Hagrid made them tea and offered them stoat sandwiches, which they refused.
“Oh, come on, Hagrid, you might not want to tell us, but you do know, you know everything that goes on round here,” said Hermione in a warm, flattering voice.
“We wondered who Dumbledore had trusted enough to help him, apart from you.” Hagrid’s chest swelled at these last words.
then some o’ the teachers did enchantments . . . Professor Sprout — Professor Flitwick — Professor McGonagall —” he ticked them off on his fingers, “Professor Quirrell — an’ Dumbledore himself did somethin’,
Hang on, I’ve forgotten someone. Oh yeah, Professor Snape.” “Snape?”
Look, Snape helped protect the Stone, he’s not abo...
This highlight has been truncated due to consecutive passage length restrictions.
If Snape had been in on protecting the Stone, it must have been easy to find out how the other teachers had guarded it. He probably knew everything — except, it seemed...
This highlight has been truncated due to consecutive passage length restrictions.
“And you wouldn’t tell anyone, would you? Not even one of the teachers?”
“Can’t, Harry, sorry,” said Hagrid. Harry noticed him glance at the fire. Harry looked at it, too.
In the very heart of the fire, underneath the kettle, was a huge, black egg.
“Where did you get it, Hagrid?” said Ron, crouching over the fire to get a closer look at the egg. “It must’ve cost you a fortune.”
a few drinks an’ got into a game o’ cards with a stranger.
“Got this outta the library — Dragon Breeding for Pleasure and Profit — it’s a bit outta date, o’ course, but it’s all in here. Keep the egg in the fire, ’cause their mothers breathe on ’em, see, an’ when it hatches, feed it on a bucket o’ brandy mixed with chicken blood every half hour.
what I got there’s a Norwegian Ridgeback. They’re rare, them.”
“Hagrid, you live in a wooden house,” she said.
what might happen to Hagrid if anyone found out he was hiding an illegal dragon in his hut.
Hermione had now started making study schedules for Harry and Ron, too. It was driving them nuts.
It’s hatching. Ron wanted to skip Herbology and go straight down to the hut.
“Hermione, how many times in our lives are we going to see a dragon hatching?”
“Shut up!” Harry whispered. Malfoy was only a few feet away and he had stopped dead to listen.
When the bell sounded from the castle at the end of their lesson, the three of them dropped their trowels at once and hurried through the grounds to the edge of the forest.
The egg was lying on the table. There were deep cracks in it. Something was moving inside; a funny clicking noise was coming from it.
The baby dragon flopped onto the table. It wasn’t exactly pretty; Harry thought it looked like a crumpled, black umbrella.
It sneezed. A couple of sparks flew out of its snout.
“Isn’t he beautiful?” Hagrid murmured. He reached out a hand to stroke the dragon’s head.
“Bless him, look, he knows his mummy!...
This highlight has been truncated due to consecutive passage length restrictions.
“Charlie,” he said. “You’re losing it, too,” said Ron. “I’m Ron, remember?”
(8-17-20/6:26am) 😂😂😂
Every now and then a ray of moonlight through the branches above lit a spot of silver-blue blood on the fallen leaves.
“Could a werewolf be killing the unicorns?” Harry asked. “Not fast enough,” said Hagrid. “It’s not easy ter catch a unicorn, they’re powerful magic creatures.
