2023年1月2日发(作者：我受够了)
Shoo! Go on.
Fine day, Sunday.
In my opinion, best day of the week. Why is that, Dudley?
- Becau there's no post on Sundays? - Right you are, Harry!
No post on Sunday.
No blasted letters today! No, sir.
Not one single bloody letter. Not one!
No, sir, not one blasted, mirable--
Make it stop, plea!
Stop it!
Mummy, what's happening?
Give me that! Give me that letter!
Get off!
They're my letters! Let go of me!
That's it! We're going away!
Far away, where they can't find us!
Daddy's gone mad, hasn't he?
Make a wish, Harry.
Who's there?
Sorry about that.
I demand that you leave at once. You
are breaking and entering.
Dry up, Dursley, you great prune.
I haven't en you since you was a baby, Harry.
You're a bit more along than I
expected. Particularly in the middle.
I'm not Harry.
- I am. - Well, of cour you are.
Got something for you.
Afraid I sat on it, but I imagine
it'll taste fine just the same.
Baked it mylf, words and all.
Thank you.
It's not every day your young man turns 11, is it?
Excu me, but who are you?
Rubeus Hagrid, Keeper of Keys and Grounds at Hogwarts.
- Of cour, you know about Hogwarts. - Sorry, no.
Didn't you ever wonder where your mum and dad learned it all?
Learned what?
You're a wizard, Harry.
- I'm a what? - A wizard.
A good one, I'd wager, once you're trained up.
No, you've made a mistake. I mean...
...I can't be a wizard.
I mean, I'm just Harry. Just Harry.
Well, Just Harry, did you ever make anything happen?
Anything you couldn't explain, when you were angry or scared?
"Dear Mr. Potter, We are plead to accept you...
...at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry."
He will not be going! We swore we'd
put a stop to all this rubbish.
You knew? You knew all along and you never told me?
Of cour we knew. How could you not be?
My perfect sister being who she was.
My mother and father were so proud the
day she got her letter.
"We have a witch in the family. Isn't it wonderful?"
I was the only one to e her for what she was.
A freak!
Then she met that Potter, and then she had you...
...and I knew you would be the same.
Just as strange, just as abnormal.
And then she got herlf blown up, and
we got landed with you.
Blown up? You told me my parents died in a car crash.
A car crash? A car crash killed Lily and James Potter?
- We had to say something. - It's an outrage! A scandal!
He'll not be going.
A great Muggle like you is going to stop him?
Muggle?
Non-magic folk. This boy's had his
name down since he were born.
He's going to the finest school of witchcraft and wizardry.
He'll be under the finest headmaster
Hogwarts has en, Albus Dumbledore.
I will not pay to have a crackpot old
fool teach him magic tricks.
Never insult Albus Dumbledore...
...in front of me.
I'd appreciate it if you didn't tell
anyone at Hogwarts about that.
- I'm not allowed to do magic. - Okay.
We're a bit behind schedule. Best be off.
Unless you'd rather stay, of cour.
"All students must be equipped with...
...one standard size 2 pewter cauldron...
...and may bring, if they desire,
either an owl, a cat or a toad."
Can we find all this in London?
If you know where to go.
Ah, Hagrid! The usual, I presume?
No, thanks, Tom. I'm on official Hogwarts business.
Just helping Harry buy his school supplies.
Bless my soul. It's Harry Potter!
Welcome back, Mr. Potter. Welcome back.
Doris Crockford. I can't believe I'm meeting you at last.
Harry Potter. Can't tell you how plead I am to meet you.
Hello, professor. I didn't e you.
Professor Quirrell will be your
Defen Against the Dark Arts teacher.
Oh, nice to meet you.
Fearfully fascinating subject.
Not that you need it, eh, Potter?
Yes, well, must be going now. Lots to buy.
Goodbye.
- See, Harry? You're famous. - But why am I famous?
All tho people, how is it they know who I am?
I'm not sure I'm the right person to tell you that.
Welcome, Harry, to Diagon Alley.
Here, you get your quills and ink.
Over there, all your bits and bobs for doing wizardry.
It's a world-class racing broom.
Look at it! The new Nimbus 2000!
It's the fastest model yet.
But how am I to pay for all this? I haven't any money.
There's your money. Gringotts, the wizard bank.
Ain't no safer place, not one. Except perhaps Hogwarts.
Hagrid, what exactly are the things?
They're goblins. Clever as they come,
but not the most friendly of beasts.
Best stay clo.
Mr. Harry Potter wishes to make a withdrawal.
And does Mr. Harry Potter have his key?
Wait a minute. Got it here somewhere.
Ha! There's the little devil.
And there's something el as well.
Professor Dumbledore gave me this.
It's about You-Know-What in vault you-know-which.
Very well.
Vault 687.
Lamp, plea.
Key, plea.
Did you think your parents would leave you with nothing?
- Vault 713. - What's in there, Hagrid?
Can't tell you. Hogwarts business. Very cret.
Stand back.
Best not to mention this to anyone.
I still need a wand.
A wand? You want Ollivanders. There ain't no place better.
Run along there and wait. I got one
more thing to do. Won't be long.
Hello?
Hello?
I wondered when I'd be eing you, Mr. Potter.
It ems only yesterday...
...that your mother and father were in
here buying their first wands.
Here we are.
Give it a wave.
Apparently not.
Perhaps...
...this.
No, no, definitely not. No matter.
I wonder....
Curious.
Very curious.
Sorry, but what's curious?
I remember every wan
d I've ever sold, Mr. Potter.
It so happens that the phoenix...
...who tail feather resides in your
wand, gave another feather.
Just one other.
It is curious that you should be destined for this wand...
...when its brother gave you that scar.
And who owned that wand?
We do not speak his name.
The wand choos the wizard, Mr. Potter.
It's not always clear why.
But I think it is clear...
...that we can expect great things from you.
After all, He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named...
...did great things.
Terrible...
...yes, but great.
Harry! Harry!
Happy birthday.
You all right, Harry? You em very quiet.
He killed my parents, didn't he? The one who gave me this.
You know, Hagrid. I know you do.
First, and understand this becau it's very important:
Not all wizards are good.
Some of them go bad. A few years ago...
...there was a wizard who went as bad
as you can go. His name was V--
- His name was V-- - Maybe if you wrote it down?
No, I can't spell it.
- All right, Voldemort. - Voldemort?
It was dark times, Harry.
Voldemort started to gather some followers.
Brought them over to the Dark Side.
Anyone that stood up to him ended up dead.
Your parents fought against him.
But nobody lived once he decided to kill them.
Nobody, not one.
Except you.
Me? Voldemort tried to kill me?
Yes. That ain't no ordinary cut on your forehead, Harry.
A mark like that only comes from being
touched by a cur, an evil cur.
What happened to V--? To You-Know-Who?
Well, some say he died.
Codswallop, in my opinion.
Nope, I reckon he's out there still...
...too tired to carry on.
But one thing's certain. Something
about you stumped him that night.
That's why you're famous. That's why
everybody knows your name.
You're the boy who lived.
What are you looking at?
Blimey, is that the time?
I'm gonna have to leave you. Dumbledore will be wanting his--
Well, he'll be wanting to e me. Your
train leaves in 10 minutes.
Here's your ticket. Stick to your
ticket, that's very important.
"Platform 9 3/4"?
But, Hagrid, there must be a mistake.
This says platform 9 3/4.
There's no such thing, is there?
Sorry.
Excu me. Excu me.
On your left.
Can you tell me where I might find platform 9 3/4?
Think you're being funny, do you?
It's the same every year, packed with Muggles.
- Muggles? - Platform 9 3/4, this way.
All right, Percy, you first.
Fred, you next.
- He's not Fred, I am. - You call yourlf our mother?
I'm sorry, George.
I'm only joking. I am Fred.
Excu me.
Could you tell me how to...?
How to get onto the platform? Not to worry, dear.
It's Ron's first time to Hogwarts as well.
All you do is walk straight at the
wall between platforms 9 and 10.
- Best to run if you're ner
you now. Follow me.
The ceiling isn't real. It's bewitched
to look like the night sky.
I read about it in Hogwarts, A History.
Will you wait along here, plea?
Now, before we begin...
...Professor Dumbledore would like to say a few words.
I have a few start-of-term notices I wish to announce.
The first years, plea note...
...that the Dark Forest is strictly
forbidden to all students.
Also, our caretaker, Mr. Filch, has asked me to remind you...
...that the third-floor corridor is out of bounds...
...to everyone who does not wish to die a most painful death.
Thank you.
When I call your name, you will come forth.
I shall place the Sorting Hat on your head...
...and you will be sorted into your hous.
Hermione Granger.
Oh, no. Okay, relax.
Mental, that one, I'm telling you.
Right, then. Right.
Okay. Gryffindor!
Draco Malfoy.
Slytherin!
Every wizard who went bad was in Slytherin.
Susan Bones.
Harry, what is it?
Nothing. Nothing, I'm fine.
Let's e....
I know! Hufflepuff!
Ronald Weasley.
Another Weasley! I know just what to do with you.
Gryffindor!
Harry Potter.
Difficult, very difficult.
Plenty of courage, I e. Not a bad mind, either.
There's talent, oh, yes.
And a thirst to prove yourlf.
But where to put you?
Not Slytherin, not Slytherin!
Not Slytherin, eh? Are you sure?
You could be great, you know. It's all here, in your head.
And Slytherin will help you on the way
to greatness, no doubt about that.
No? Well, if you're sure.
Better be...
...Gryffindor!
Your attention, plea.
Let the feast begin.
I'm half and half.
Me dad's a Muggle. Mum's a witch.
Bit of a nasty shock for him when he found out.
Percy, who's that teacher talking to Professor Quirrell?
Professor Snape, head of Slytherin hou.
- What's he teach? - Potions.
But he fancies the Dark Arts. He's
been after Quirrell's job for years.
Hello! How are you?
Welcome to Gryffindor.
It's the Bloody Baron!
Hello, Sir Nicholas. Have a nice summer?
Dismal. Once again, my request to join
the Headless Hunt has been denied.
I know you. You're Nearly Headless Nick.
I prefer Sir Nicholas, if you don't mind.
"Nearly" headless? How can you be nearly headless?
Like this.
Gryffindors, follow me, plea. Keep up. Thank you.
Ravenclaw, follow me. This way.
This is the most direct path to the dormitories.
Keep an eye on the staircas. They like to change.
Keep up, plea, and follow me.
Quickly now, come on. Come on.
That picture's moving.
- Look at that one. - I think she fancies you.
- Look! - Who's that girl?
Welcome to Hogwarts.
Password?
Caput Draconis.
Follow me, everyone. Keep up. Quickly, come on.
Gather around here.
Welcome to the Gryffindor common room.
Boys'dormi
tory is upstairs to the
left. Girls, the same on your right.
Your belongings have already been brought up.
Made it!
Can you imagine the look on old
McGonagall's face if we were late?
- That was bloody brilliant! - Thank you for that asssment.
It'd be better if I transfigured Mr.
Potter and you into a watch.
- Then one of you might be on time. - We got lost.
Then perhaps a map? I trust you don't
need one to find your ats.
There will be no foolish wand-waving
or silly incantations in this class.
As such, I don't expect many of you to appreciate...
...the subtle science and exact art that is potion-making.
However, for tho lect few...
...who posss the predisposition...
...I can teach you how to bewitch the mind...
...and ensnare the ns.
I can tell you how to bottle fame...
...brew glory and even put a stopper in death.
Then again, maybe some of you have
come to Hogwarts in posssion of abilities...
...so formidable that you feel confident enough...
...to not pay attention.
Mr. Potter.
Our new celebrity.
What would I get if I added root of
asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?
You don't know? Let's try again.
Where would you look if I asked you to find a bezoar?
I don't know, sir.
What is the difference between monkshood and wolfsbane?
I don't know, sir.
Pity.
Clearly, fame isn't everything...
...is it, Mr. Potter?
Eye of rabbit, harp string hum Turn this water into rum
Eye of rabbit....
What's Seamus trying to do to the water?
Turn it to rum. Actually managed a
weak tea yesterday, before--
Mail's here.
Can I borrow this? Thanks.
Look, Neville's got a Remembrall.
I've read about tho. The smoke turns
red when you've forgotten something.
The problem is, I can't remember what I've forgotten.
Somebody broke into Gringotts. Listen.
"Believed to be the work of Dark wizards or witches...
...Gringotts goblins acknowledge the
breach but insist nothing was taken.
The vault in question, number 713, had
been emptied earlier that same day."
That's odd. That's the vault Hagrid and I went to.
- Good afternoon, class. - Good afternoon, Madam Hooch.
Good afternoon, Amanda. Good afternoon.
Welcome to your first flying lesson.
What are you waiting for? Step up to your broomstick.
Come on now, hurry up. Stick your hand
over the broom and say, "Up."
Up!
Up.
Up.
Up. Up!
With feeling.
Shut up, Harry.
Now, once you've got hold of your
broom, I want you to mount it.
Grip it tight. You don't wanna be sliding off the end.
When I blow my whistle, I want you to
kick off from the ground, hard.
Keep your broom steady, hover for a moment...
...then lean forward slightly and touch back down.
On my whistle. Three, two....
Mr. Longbottom.
- Mr. Longbottom! - Down, do
ow, if you two don't mind, I'm going to bed...
...before you come up with another idea to get us killed.
Or wor, expelled.
She needs to sort out her priorities.
Quidditch is easy to understand. Each team has ven players.
Three Chars, two Beaters, one Keeper
and a Seeker. That's you.
There are three kinds of balls. This
one's called the Quaffle.
The Chars handle the Quaffle and try
to put it through one of tho hoops.
The Keeper, that's me, defends the hoops. With me so far?
I think so. What are tho?
You better take this.
Careful now, it's coming back.
Not bad, Potter. You'd make a fair Beater.
What was that?
Bludger. Nasty little buggers.
But you are a Seeker.
The only thing I want you to worry about is this.
The Golden Snitch.
- I like this ball. - You like it now.
Just wait. It's wicked fast and damn near impossible to e.
What do I do with it?
You catch it. Before the other team's Seeker.
You catch this, the game's over.
You catch this, Potter, and we win.
One of a wizard's most rudimentary skills is levitation...
...or the ability to make objects fly.
Do you have your feathers? Good.
Now, don't forget the nice wrist
movement we've been practicing.
The swish and flick. Everyone.
The swish and flick. Good. Oh, and enunciate.
Wingardium Leviosa. Off you go, then.
Wingardium Leviosa.
Wingardium Leviosa.
No, stop, stop, stop! You're going to take someone's eye out.
Besides, you're saying it wrong. It's Leviosa, not Leviosar.
You do it then, if you're so clever. Go on, go on.
Wingardium Leviosa.
Well done! See here, everyone, Miss Granger's done it!
Splendid!
Well done, dear.
I think we're going to need another feather over here.
"It's Leviosa, not Leviosar."
She's a nightmare, honestly! No wonder
she hasn't got any friends.
I think she heard you.
Where's Hermione?
Parvati said she wouldn't come out of the bathroom.
She said that she'd been in there all afternoon, crying.
Troll in the dungeon!
Troll in the dungeon!
Thought you ought to know.
Silence!
Everyone will plea not panic!
Now...
...prefects will lead their hou back to the dormitories.
Teachers will follow me to the dungeons.
Gryffindors, keep up, plea, and stay alert.
How could a troll get in?
Not on its own. Trolls are really
stupid. Probably people playing jokes.
- What? - Hermione! She doesn't know.
I think the troll's left the dungeon.
It's going into the girls'bathroom.
Hermione, move!
Help! Help!
Hey, pea brain!
Help!
Do something!
- What? - Anything!
- Hurry up! - Swish and flick.
Wingardium Leviosa.
Cool.
Is it dead?
I don't think so. Just knocked out.
Troll boogers.
Oh, my goodness! Explain yourlves, both of you!
- Well, what it is-- - It's my faul
trying to get
past that three-headed dog?
- Who told you about Fluffy? - Fluffy?
- That thing has a name?
- Of cour he has a name. He's mine.
I bought him off an Irishman. I lent
him to Dumbledore to guard--
Shouldn't have said that. No more
questions! That's top-cret.
But whatever Fluffy's guarding, Snape's trying to steal it.
Codswallop. Professor Snape is a Hogwarts teacher.
Teacher or not, I know a spell when I
e one. I've read all about them.
You've got to keep eye contact, and Snape wasn't blinking.
Exactly.
Now, you listen to me, all three of you.
You're meddling in things that ought
not to be meddled in. It's dangerous.
What that dog is guarding is between
Dumbledore and Nicholas Flamel.
Nicholas Flamel?
I shouldn't have said that. I should not have said that.
Nicholas Flamel. Who's Nicholas Flamel?
I don't know.
Merry Christmas Merry Christmas
Ring the Hogwart bell
Merry Christmas Merry Christmas
Cast a Christmas spell
Knight to E-5.
Queen to E-5.
That's totally barbaric!
That's wizard's chess. I e you've packed.
I e you haven't.
Change of plans. My parents went to
Romania to visit my brother Charlie.
- He's studying dragons there. - Good. You can help Harry.
He's going to the library to look up Nicholas Flamel.
We've looked a hundred times!
Not in the restricted ction. Happy Christmas.
I think we've had a bad influence on her.
Harry, wake up! Come on, Harry, wake up!
- Happy Christmas, Harry. - Happy Christmas, Ron.
What are you wearing?
Oh, my mum made it. Looks like you've got one too.
- I've got prents? - Yeah.
There they are.
"Your father left this in my posssion before he died.
It is time it was returned to you. U it well."
- What is it? - Some kind of cloak.
Well, let's e, then. Put it on.
My body's gone!
I know what that is. That's an invisibility cloak!
I'm invisible?
They're really rare. I wonder who gave it to you.
There was no name. It just said, "U it well."
Famous Fire-Eaters. Fifteenth-Century Fiends.
Flamel. Nicholas Flamel. Where are you?
Who's there?
I know you're in there. You can't hide.
Who is it? Show yourlf.
Severus, I....
You don't want me as your enemy, Quirrell.
- I don't know what you mean.
- You know perfectly well what I mean.
We'll have another little chat soon.
When you've had time to decide where your loyalties lie.
Professors. I found this in the restricted ction.
It's still hot. That means there's a student out of bed.
Mum?
Dad?
Ron, you've really gotta e this!
Ron, you've gotta e this!
Ron, come on, get out of bed!
- Why? - There's something you've got to e!
Come on! Come! Come look, it's my parents!
I only e us.
Look in properly. Go on, stand there.
- There. You e
them, don't you?
- That's me! Only I'm head boy.
And I'm holding the Quidditch Cup.
And bloody hell! I'm Quidditch captain too!
I look good.
Harry, do you think this mirror shows the future?
How can it? Both my parents are dead.
Back again, Harry?
I e that you, like many before you...
...have discovered the delights of the Mirror of Erid.
I trust by now you realize what it does.
Let me give you a clue.
The happiest man on earth...
...would look in the mirror and e only himlf...
...exactly as he is.
So then, it shows us what we want. Whatever we want.
Yes. And no.
It shows us nothing more or less...
...than the deepest and most desperate desires of our hearts.
Now you, Harry, who have never known your family...
...you e them standing beside you.
But remember this, Harry.
This mirror gives us neither knowledge...
...or truth.
Men have wasted away in front of it. Even gone mad.
That is why tomorrow, it will be moved to a new home.
And I must ask you...
...not to go looking for it again.
It does not do to dwell on dreams...
...and forget to live.
I had you looking in the wrong
ction. How could I be so stupid?
I checked this out weeks ago for a bit of light reading.
This is light?
Of cour! Here it is!
Nicholas Flamel is the only known
maker of the Philosopher's Stone.
The what?
Honestly, don't you two read?
"The Philosopher's Stone is a
legendary substance with astonishing powers.
It'll transform any metal into pure gold...
...and produces the Elixir of Life
which will make the drinker immortal."
- Immortal? - It means you'll never die.
I know what it means!
"The only Stone currently in existence
belongs to Mr. Nicholas Flamel...
...the noted alchemist who last year
celebrated his 665th birthday."
That's what Fluffy's guarding.
That's what's under the trap door. The Philosopher's Stone.
Don't wish to be rude, but I'm in no state to entertain.
We know about the Philosopher's Stone.
- We think Snape's trying to steal it.
- Are you still on about him?
We know he's after it. We don't know why.
Snape is one of the teachers
protecting the Stone. He won't steal it.
What?
You heard. Come on, I'm a bit preoccupied today.
Wait a minute. "One of the teachers"?
There are other things defending the Stone, aren't there?
- Spells, enchantments. - Right.
Waste of bloody time, if you ask me.
Ain't no one gonna get past Fluffy.
Ain't a soul knows how, except for me and Dumbledore.
I shouldn't have told you that. I
should not have told you that.
- Hagrid, what exactly is that? - That? It's....
I know what that is!
But, Hagrid, how did you get one?
I won it. Off a stranger I met down at the pub.
Seemed quite glad to be rid of it, as a matter of fact.
Is that...
.
terrible price. For you have
slain something so pure...
...that the moment the blood touches
your lips, you will have a half-life.
A curd life.
- Who would choo such a life? - Can you think of no one?
Do you mean to say that that thing that killed the unicorn...
...that was drinking its blood, that was Voldemort?
Do you know what is hidden in the school at this very moment?
The Philosopher's Stone.
Harry!
Hello there, Firenze. See you've met our young Mr. Potter.
You all right there, Harry?
Harry Potter, this is where I leave you.
You're safe now. Good luck.
You mean, You-Know-Who is out there right now in the Forest?
But he's weak. He's living off the unicorns.
Don't you e? We had it wrong.
Snape doesn't want the Stone for
himlf. He wants it for Voldemort.
With the Elixir of Life, Voldemort will be strong again.
He'll come back.
But if he comes back...
...you don't think he'll try to kill you, do you?
If he'd had the chance, he might have tried tonight.
And to think I've been worrying about my Potions final.
Hang on a minute. We're forgetting one thing.
Who's the one wizard Voldemort always feared?
Dumbledore. As long as Dumbledore is
around, Harry, you're safe.
As long as Dumbledore is around, you can't be touched.
I'd heard Hogwarts'final exams were
frightful, but I found that enjoyable.
Speak for yourlf. All right there, Harry?
- My scar. It keeps burning. - It's happened before.
- Not like this. - You should e the nur.
I think it's a warning. It means danger's coming.
- Of cour! - What is it?
Isn't it odd that what Hagrid wants
more than anything is a dragon...
...and a stranger just happens to have one?
How many people wander around with dragon eggs?
Why didn't I e it before?
Who gave you the egg? What did he look like?
I never saw his face. He kept his hood up.
You and this stranger must have talked.
He wanted to know what sort of creatures I looked after.
I said, "After Fluffy, a dragon's gonna be no problem."
- Was he interested in Fluffy? - Of cour he was interested.
How often do you come across a three-headed dog?
But I told him, "The trick with any
beast is to know how to calm him."
Take Fluffy, for example. Play him
music and he falls straight to sleep.
I shouldn't have told you that.
Where are you going?
We have to e Dumbledore. Immediately!
I'm afraid he's not here.
He received an urgent owl from the
Ministry of Magic and left.
He's gone? But this is important!
This is about the Philosopher's Stone!
- How do you know--? - Someone's going to try and steal it.
I don't know how you know, but I
assure you it is well protected.
Now would you go back to your dormitories? Quietly.
That was no stranger Hagrid met. It was Snape.
Which means he knows how to
