Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone Audiobook by Stephen Fry

Uncle Vernon’s rations became out to be a bag of chips each and four bananas. He tried to a hearth but the empty chip baggage just smoked and shriveled up.

“would do with some of those letters now, eh?” he mentioned cheerfully.

He was once in a very good temper. Absolutely he notion no one stood a risk of reaching them here in a storm to provide mail. Harry privately agreed, although the notion did not cheer him up at all.

As night time fell, the promised storm blew up around them. Spray from the excessive waves splattered the walls of the hut and a fierce wind rattled the filthy windows. Aunt Petunia found just a few moldy blankets in the 2nd room and made up a bed for Dudley on the moth-eaten sofa. She and Uncle Vernon went off to the lumpy bed next door, and Harry used to be left to seek out the softest bit of ground he could and to twist up underneath the thinnest, most ragged blanket.

The storm raged more and more ferociously as the night went on. Harry couldn’t sleep. He shivered and grew to become over, trying to get at ease, his belly rumbling with hunger. Dudley’s snores had been drowned by using the low rolls of thunder that started close midnight. The lighted dial of Dudley’s watch, which used to be dangling over the threshold of the couch on his fat wrist, informed Harry he’d be eleven in ten minutes’ time. He lay and watched his birthday tick nearer, wondering if the Dursleys would bear in mind in any respect, questioning where the letter creator was now.

5 minutes to move. Harry heard anything creak outside. He hoped the roof wasn’t going to fall in, even though he maybe hotter if it did.

4 minutes to head. Possibly the apartment in Privet drive would be so stuffed with letters once they got back that he’d be in a position to steal one someway.

Three minutes to go. Was that the sea, slapping hard on the rock like that? And (two minutes to move) what was once that humorous crunching noise? Was the rock crumbling into the ocean? One minute to go and he’d be eleven. Thirty seconds… Twenty … Ten…

Nine perhaps he’d wake Dudley up, just to irritate him three.

The entire shack shivered and Harry sat bolt upright, staring at the door. Someone used to be external, knocking to come back in.



increase. They knocked again. Dudley jerked wakeful. “where’s the cannon?” he mentioned stupidly.

There was once a crash behind them and Uncle Vernon came skidding into the room. He was conserving a rifle in his fingers — now they knew what had been within the lengthy, skinny package deal he had introduced with them.

“Who’s there?” he shouted. “I warn you — i’m armed!”

There used to be a pause. Then –


The door used to be hit with such force that it swung clean off its hinges and with a deafening crash landed flat on the floor.

A huge of a person used to be standing within the doorway. His face was almost entirely hidden through a protracted, shaggy mane of hair and a wild, tangled beard, but you could make out his eyes, glinting like black beetles underneath all the hair.

The massive squeezed his means into the hut, stooping in order that his head simply brushed the ceiling. He bent down, picked up the door, and outfitted it without problems again into its body. The noise of the storm outside dropped somewhat. He turned to appear at all of them.

“could not make us a cup o’ tea, might yeh? It is now not been an handy journey…”

He strode over to the sofa where Dudley sat frozen with worry.

“Budge up, yeh nice lump,” stated the stranger.

Dudley squeaked and ran to hide in the back of his mom, who was crouching, terrified, at the back of Uncle Vernon.

“An’ here’s Harry!” said the significant.

Harry regarded up into the fierce, wild, shadowy face and noticed that the beetle eyes were crinkled in a smile.

“Las’ time I noticed you, you was once simplest a youngster,” said the huge. “Yeh appear a lot like but dad, but yeh’ve got yet mother’s eyes.”

Uncle Vernon made a funny rasping noise.

I demand that you simply go away immediately, sit!” he stated. “you’re breaking and coming into!”

“Ah, shut up, Dursley, yeh great prune,” mentioned the massive; he reached over the back of the sofa, jerked the gun out of Uncle Vernon’s palms, bent it right into a knot as with no trouble as if it had been manufactured from rubber, and threw it into a nook of the room.

Uncle Vernon made yet another humorous noise, like a mouse being trodden on.

“Anyway — Harry,” said the giant, turning his back on the Dursleys, “an extraordinarily comfortable birthday to yeh. Got summat fer yeh right here — I mighta sat on it at some factor, but it’s going to taste all proper.”

From an inside of pocket of his black overcoat he pulled a rather squashed box. Harry opened it with trembling fingers. Inside was a gigantic, sticky chocolate cake with comfortable Birthday Harry written on it in green icing.

Harry seemed up on the enormous. He supposed to assert thanks, but the phrases received misplaced as a way to his mouth, and what he stated instead was once, “who’re you?”

The significant chuckled.

“authentic, i have never presented meself. Rubeus Hagrid, Keeper of Keys and Grounds at Hogwarts.”

He held out an big hand and shook Harry’s entire arm.

“What about that tea then, eh?” he stated, rubbing his fingers collectively.

“i’d no longer say no ter summat improved if yeh’ve bought it, intellect.”

His eyes fell on the empty grate with the shriveled chip baggage in it and he snorted. He bent down over the fireplace; they couldn’t see what he was once doing however when he drew back a second later, there was a roaring hearth there. It filled the entire damp hut with flickering light and Harry felt the warmness wash over him as if he’d sunk into a scorching bath.

The tremendous sat backtrack on the couch, which sagged under his weight, and started taking all forms of matters out of the pockets of his coat: a copper kettle, a squashy package of sausages, a poker, a teapot, a few chipped mugs, and a bottle of some amber liquid that he took a swig from earlier than starting to make tea. Soon the hut was once filled with the sound and odor of sizzling sausage. Nobody said a thing at the same time the enormous was working, but as he slid the primary six fats, juicy, somewhat burnt sausages from the poker, Dudley fidgeted a bit of. Uncle Vernon said sharply, “do not touch something he gives you, Dudley.”

The massive chuckled darkly.

“yet exceptional puddin’ of a son don’ want fattenin’ anymore, Dursley, don’ fear.”

He passed the sausages to Harry, who was once so hungry he had on no account tasted some thing so unusual, but he nonetheless could not take his eyes off the significant. Subsequently, as nobody appeared about to give an explanation for whatever, he stated, “i am sorry, however I still don’t relatively be aware of who you’re.”

The giant took a gulp of tea and wiped his mouth with the again of his hand.

“name me Hagrid,” he mentioned, “everybody does. An’ like I told yeh, i’m Keeper of Keys at Hogwarts — yeh’ll be aware of all about Hogwarts, o’ path.

“Er — no,” stated Harry.

Hagrid appeared stunned.

“Sorry,” Harry stated rapidly.

“Sony?” barked Hagrid, turning to stare on the Dursleys, who shrank back into the shadows. “It’ s them as must be sorry! I knew yeh weren’t gettin’ yer letters but I by no means suggestion yeh would not even recognize abou’ Hogwarts, fer cryin’ out loud! Did yeh certainly not wonder where yet mom and dad discovered it all?”

“All what?” asked Harry.

“ALL WHAT?” Hagrid thundered. “Now wait jus’ one 2nd!”

He had leapt to his ft. In his anger he seemed to fill the entire hut.

The Dursleys have been cowering towards the wall.

“Do you imply ter inform me,” he growled at the Dursleys, “that this boy — this boy! — is aware of nothin’ abou’ — about anything?”

Harry proposal this used to be going a bit some distance. He had been to university, in the end, and his marks weren’t unhealthy.

“i do know some matters,” he mentioned. “i will, you understand, do math and stuff.” but Hagrid easily waved his hand and said, “About our world, I imply. Your world. My world. Yer mom and dad’ world.”