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

At this, Hermione stood up, her hand stretching toward the dungeon ceiling.

“I have no idea,” stated Harry quietly. “I suppose Hermione does, although, why don’t you try her?”

a couple of men and women laughed; Harry caught Seamus’s eye, and Seamus winked.

Snape, however, was once now not cheerful.

“take a seat down,” he snapped at Hermione. “on your expertise, Potter, asphodel and wormwood make a sleeping potion so robust it is referred to as the Draught of living demise. A bezoar is a stone taken from the belly of a goat and it’s going to prevent from most poisons. As for monkshood and wolfsbane, they’re the equal plant, which also goes by way of the name of aconite. Well? Why aren’t you all copying that down?”

There used to be a surprising rummaging for quills and parchment. Over the noise, Snape stated, “And a point can be taken from Gryffindor condominium on your cheek, Potter.”

things didn’t improve for the Gryffindors because the Potions lesson persisted. Snape put them all into pairs and set them to mixing up a easy potion to medication boils. He swept round in his lengthy black cloak, looking at them weigh dried nettles and crush snake fangs, criticizing virtually everybody except Malfoy, whom he gave the impression to like. He was once just telling everybody to appear on the superb manner Malfoy had stewed his horned slugs when clouds of acid inexperienced smoke and a loud hissing crammed the dungeon. Neville had somehow managed to soften Seamus’s cauldron right into a twisted blob, and their potion used to be seeping across the stone flooring, burning holes in men and women’s sneakers. Inside seconds, the whole type used to be standing on their stools at the same time Neville, who had been sopping wet within the potion when the cauldron collapsed, moaned in soreness as angry crimson boils sprang up all over the place his arms and legs.

“idiot boy!” tousled Snape, clearing the spilled potion away with one wave of his wand. “I think you brought the porcupine quills before taking the cauldron off the fireplace?”

Neville whimpered as boils began to pop up in every single place his nostril.

“Take him as much as the clinic wing,” Snape spat at Seamus. Then he rounded on Harry and Ron, who had been working next to Neville.

“You — Potter — why did not you inform him to not add the quills? Notion he’d make you look just right if he received it flawed, did you? That’s a different factor you have misplaced for Gryffindor.”

This was so unfair that Harry opened his mouth to argue, but Ron kicked him at the back of their cauldron.

“Doi* push it,” he muttered, “I’ve heard Snape can turn very nasty.”

As they climbed the steps out of the dungeon an hour later, Harry’s mind was racing and his spirits have been low. He’d lost two facets for Gryffindor in his very first week — why did Snape hate him a lot? “Cheer up,”

stated Ron, “Snape’s consistently taking features off Fred and George. Can i come and meet Hagrid with you?”

At 5 to three they left the fort and made their manner across the grounds. Hagrid lived in a small picket condo on the brink of the forbidden wooded area. A crossbow and a pair of galoshes had been outside the entrance door.

When Harry knocked they heard a frantic scrabbling from inside of and a number of booming barks. Then Hagrid’s voice rang out, pronouncing, “back, Fang — again.”

Hagrid’s enormous, bushy face regarded in the crack as he pulled the door open.

“hang on,” he stated. “again, Fang.”

He let them in, struggling to maintain a maintain on the collar of an tremendous black boarhound.

There used to be just one room inside of. Hams and pheasants had been placing from the ceiling, a copper kettle was once boiling on the open fireplace, and in the nook stood a massive bed with a patchwork quilt over it.

“Make yerselves at dwelling,” said Hagrid, letting go of Fang, who bounded straight at Ron and started licking his ears. Like Hagrid, Fang was clearly now not as fierce as he appeared.

“that is Ron,” Harry instructed Hagrid, who used to be pouring boiling water into a tremendous teapot and putting rock desserts onto a plate.

“one more Weasley, eh?” mentioned Hagrid, glancing at Ron’s freckles. I spent half of me existence chasin’ yer twin brothers faraway from the woodland.”

The rock truffles were shapeless lumps with raisins that virtually broke their enamel, but Harry and Ron pretended to be having fun with them as they advised Hagrid all about their first -lessons. Fang rested his head on Harry’s knee and drooled in all places his robes.

Harry and Ron were delighted to listen to Hagrid call Fitch “that ancient git.”

“An’ as fer that cat, Mrs. Norris, i might like ter introduce her to Fang someday. D’yeh know, every time i go up ter the college, she follows me all over? Can’t eliminate her — Fitch puts her as much as it.”

Harry told Hagrid about Snape’s lesson. Hagrid, like Ron, instructed Harry to not fear about it, that Snape appreciated infrequently any of the pupils.

“but he perceived to fairly hate me.”

“rubbish!” mentioned Hagrid. “Why should he?”

but Harry couldn’t support pondering that Hagrid did not rather meet his eyes when he said that.

“How’s yer brother Charlie?” Hagrid asked Ron. “I liked him rather a lot — high-quality with animals.”

Harry wondered if Hagrid had converted the area on motive. Even as Ron advised Hagrid all about Charlie’s work with dragons, Harry picked up a piece of paper that was once mendacity on the table underneath the tea comfy. It was once a cutting from the daily Prophet: GRINGOTTS smash-IN state-of-the-art Investigations continue into the smash-in at Gringotts on 31 July, widely believed to be the work of dark wizards or witches unknown.

Gringotts goblins at present insisted that nothing had been taken. The vault that used to be searched had in fact been emptied the identical day.

“however we’re now not telling you what was once in there, so hold your noses out if what’s excellent for you,” mentioned a Gringotts spokesgoblin this afternoon.

Harry remembered Ron telling him on the teach that anyone had tried to rob Gringotts, but Ron hadn’t recounted the date.

“Hagrid!” mentioned Harry, “that Gringotts break-in occurred on my birthday! It could’ve been going down whilst we have been there!”

There was once certainly about it, Hagrid obviously failed to meet Harry’s eyes this time. He grunted and provided him an additional rock cake. Harry learn the story again. The vault that was searched had in fact been emptied earlier that identical day. Hagrid had emptied vault seven-hundred and 13, for those who could name it emptying, disposing of that grubby little package deal. Had that been what the thieves were watching for? As Harry and Ron walked again to the fort for dinner, their pockets weighed down with rock truffles they’d been too polite to refuse, Harry notion that none of the classes he’d had so far had given him as a lot to think about as tea with Hagrid. Had Hagrid accrued that package simply in time? Where was it now? And did Hagrid understand some thing about Snape that he failed to need to inform Harry? CHAPTER nine

THE middle of the night DUEL

Harry had under no circumstances believed he would meet a boy he hated more than Dudley, however that used to be earlier than he met Draco Malfoy. Nonetheless, first-yr Gryffindors most effective had Potions with the Slytherins, so that they did not need to put up with Malfoy much. Or at least, they did not except they noticed a become aware of pinned up within the Gryffindor original room that made all of them groan.

Flying classes could be starting on Thursday — and Gryffindor and Slytherin would be finding out collectively.

“common,” stated Harry darkly. “simply what I always desired. To make a fool of myself on a broomstick in front of Malfoy.”

He had been watching ahead to finding out to fly more than something else.

“you do not know that you’ll be able to make a fool of your self,” stated Ron reasonably. “Anyway, i do know Malfoy’s normally happening about how good he’s at Quidditch, but I guess that is all talk.”

Malfay undoubtedly did talk about flying lots. He complained loudly about first years in no way getting on the residence Quidditch groups and told lengthy, boastful studies that constantly looked as if it would end with him narrowly escaping Muggles in helicopters. He wasn’t the only one, though: the best way Seamus Finnigan instructed it, he’d spent most of his childhood zooming around the geographical region on his broomstick. Even Ron would inform any individual who’d listen concerning the time he’d practically hit a cling glider on Charlie’s ancient broom.

Everybody from wizarding families pointed out Quidditch constantly. Ron had already had a giant argument with Dean Thomas, who shared their dormitory, about soccer. Ron couldn’t see what used to be pleasing a couple of game with only one ball where nobody was once allowed to fly. Harry had caught Ron prodding Dean’s poster of West Ham soccer workforce, looking to make the avid gamers move.

Neville had in no way been on a broomstick in his lifestyles, on account that his grandmother had in no way let him close one. Privately, Harry felt she’d had excellent intent, on account that Neville managed to have an distinct quantity of accidents even with both toes on the bottom.

Hermione Granger used to be nearly as fearful about flying as Neville was. This was some thing you couldn’t learn with the aid of coronary heart out of a guide — no longer that she hadn’t tried. At breakfast on Thursday she bored all of them stupid with flying hints she’d gotten out of a library publication known as Quidditch by way of the a while. Neville used to be putting on to her every phrase, desperate for something that could support him dangle on to his broomstick later, however each person else was once very cheerful when Hermione’s lecture was once interrupted by way of the advent of the mail.

Harry hadn’t had a single letter on the grounds that Hagrid’s notice, whatever that Malfoy had been fast to notice, of direction. Malfoy’s eagle owl was once perpetually bringing him applications of sweets from home, which he opened gloatingly on the Slytherin table.

A barn owl brought Neville a small package from his grandmother. He opened it excitedly and confirmed them a tumbler ball the dimensions of a gigantic marble, which gave the impression to be full of white smoke.

“it is a Remembrall!” he defined. “Gran is aware of I put out of your mind things — this tells you if there’s some thing you have forgotten to do. Look, you keep it tight like this and if it turns purple — oh…” His face fell, in view that the Remembrall had instantly glowed scarlet, “you have forgotten something…”

Neville was looking to keep in mind what he’d forgotten when Draco Malfoy, who was passing the Gryffindor table, snatched the Remembrall out of his hand.

Harry and Ron jumped to their feet. They were half hoping for a cause to fight Malfay, but Professor McGonagall, who could spot concern faster than any trainer in the college, was there in a flash.

“what is going on on?”

“Malfoy’s received my Remembrall, Professor.”

Scowling, Malfoy swiftly dropped the Remembrall again on the table.

“simply looking,” he stated, and he sloped away with Crabbe and Goyle at the back of him.

At three-thirty that afternoon, Harry, Ron, and the opposite Gryffindors hurried down the entrance steps onto the grounds for their first flying lesson. It used to be a transparent, breezy day, and the grass rippled beneath their feet as they marched down the sloping lawns toward a delicate, flat lawn on the opposite part of the grounds to the forbidden woodland, whose trees had been swaying darkly in the distance.

The Slytherins had been already there, and so had been twenty broomsticks lying in neat lines on the ground. Harry had heard Fred and George Weasley complain about the college brooms, pronouncing that a few of them began to vibrate for those who flew too excessive, or perpetually flew moderately to the left.

Their instructor, Madam Hooch, arrived. She had quick, grey hair, and yellow eyes like a hawk.

“good, what are you all waiting for?” she barked. “everybody stand by using a broomstick. Come on, hurry up.”

Harry glanced down at his broom. It was historical and one of the twigs caught out at strange angles.

“Stick out your right quit your broom,” referred to as Madam Hooch on the entrance, “and say ‘Up!”‘ “UPF each person shouted.

Harry’s broom jumped into his hand directly, but it was once some of the few that did. Hermione Granger’s had conveniently rolled over on the ground, and Neville’s hadn’t moved at all. Maybe brooms, like horses, would tell whilst you had been afraid, idea Harry; there was a quaver in Neville’s voice that mentioned most effective too obviously that he wanted to keep his feet on the bottom.

Madam Hooch then confirmed them how you can mount their brooms without sliding off the end, and walked up and down the rows correcting their grips.

Harry and Ron had been delighted when she told Malfoy he’d been doing it incorrect for years.

“Now, once I blow my whistle, you kick off from the bottom, rough,” said Madam Hooch. “keep your brooms consistent, rise a couple of ft, after which come straight backtrack by means of leaning forward rather. On my whistle — three — two –”

but Neville, apprehensive and jumpy and afraid of being left on the ground, pushed off rough earlier than the whistle had touched Madam Hooch’s lips.

“Come back, boy!” she shouted, but Neville was once rising straight up like a cork shot out of a bottle — twelve toes — twenty feet. Harry saw his scared white face seem down at the ground falling away, saw him gasp, slip sideways off the broom and — WHAM — a thud and a nasty crack and Neville lay facedown on the grass in a heap. His broomstick was still rising bigger and better, and started to float lazily toward the forbidden forest and out of sight.

Madam Hooch used to be bending over Neville, her face as white as his.

“broken wrist,” Harry heard her mutter. “Come on, boy — it can be all proper, up you get.”.

She became to the leisure of the class.

“None of you is to move whilst I take this boy to the clinic wing! You depart those brooms the place they’re or you can be out of Hogwarts earlier than that you can say ‘Quidditch.’ Come on, dear.”

Neville, his face tear-streaked, clutching his wrist, hobbled off with Madam Hooch, who had her arm round him.

No quicker have been they out of earshot than Malfoy burst into laughter.

“Did you see his face, the high-quality lump?”

the opposite Slytherins joined in.

“Shut up, Malfoy,” snapped Parvati Patil.

“Ooh, sticking up for Longbottom?” said Pansy Parkinson, a rough-faced Slytherin lady. “by no means thought you’d like fats little crybabies, Parvati.”

“look!” said Malfoy, darting ahead and snatching something out of the grass. “it’s that silly thing Longbottom’s gran despatched him.”

The Remembrall glittered in the solar as he held it up.

“provide that here, Malfoy,” said Harry quietly. Everybody stopped speaking to look at.

Malfoy smiled nastily.

“I think i’ll depart it someplace for Longbottom to search out — how about — up a tree?”

“give it here!” Harry yelled, but Malfoy had leapt onto his broomstick and brought off. He hadn’t been mendacity, he might fly good. Hovering level with the topmost branches of an alrighthe called, “Come and get it, Potter!”

Harry grabbed his broom.

“No!” shouted Hermione Granger. “Madam Hooch instructed us to not move — you’ll be able to get us all into problem.”

Harry neglected her. Blood was once pounding in his ears. He mounted the broom and kicked hard towards the bottom and up, up he soared; air rushed by means of his hair, and his robes whipped out in the back of him -and in a rush of fierce joy he realized he’d determined whatever he could do without being taught — this used to be convenient, this used to be amazing. He pulled his broomstick up a bit to take it even higher, and heard screams and gasps of women back on the ground and an admiring whoop from Ron.

He grew to become his broomstick sharply to face Malfoy in midair. Malfoy appeared stunned.

“give it right here,” Harry referred to as, “or i will knock you off that broom!” “Oh, yeah?” mentioned Malfoy, looking to sneer, but looking involved.

Harry knew, somehow, what to do. He leaned ahead and grasped the broom tightly in each hands, and it shot towards Malfay like a javelin. Malfoy simplest simply received out of the best way in time; Harry made a sharp about-face and held the broom constant. A couple of folks below had been clapping.

“No Crabbe and Goyle up right here to save your neck, Malfoy,” Harry called.

The same idea looked as if it would have struck Malfoy.

“seize it if that you would be able to, then!” he shouted, and he threw the glass ball excessive into the air and streaked again toward the ground.

Harry saw, as if in gradual movement, the ball stand up within the air after which to fall. He leaned ahead and pointed his broom manage down — subsequent 2nd he used to be gathering speed in a steep dive, racing the ball — wind whistled in his ears, mingled with the screams of individuals observing — he stretched out his hand — a foot from the bottom he caught it, just in time to tug his broom straight, and he toppled gently onto the grass with the Remembrall clutched safely in his fist.


His heart sank faster than he’d simply dived. Professor McGonagall was strolling towards them. He got to his feet, trembling.

“under no circumstances — in all my time at Hogwarts –”

Professor McGonagall used to be practically speechless with shock, and her glasses flashed furiously, “– how dare you — might have broken your neck –”

“It wasn’t his fault, Professor –”

“Be quiet, leave out Patil “but Malfoy –”

“that is ample, Mr. Weasley. Potter, comply with me, now.”

Harry caught sight of Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle’s triumphant faces as he left, going for walks numbly in Professor McGonagall’s wake as she strode toward the citadel. He was once going to be expelled, he just knew it. He desired to assert whatever to protect himself, however there gave the look to be something wrong together with his voice. Professor McGonagall used to be sweeping alongside with out even looking at him; he needed to jog to keep up. Now he’d performed it. He hadn’t even lasted two weeks. He’d be packing his baggage in ten minutes. What would the Dursleys say when he turned up on your step? Up the entrance steps, up the marble staircase inside, and nonetheless Professor McGonagall failed to say a phrase to him. She wrenched open doorways and marched alongside corridors with Harry trotting miserably behind her. Perhaps she used to be taking him to Dumbledore. He thought of Hagrid, expelled however allowed to remain on as gamekeeper. Perhaps he might be Hagrid’s assistant. His belly twisted as he imagined it, looking at Ron and the others becoming wizards, while he stumped around the grounds carrying Hagrid’s bag.

Professor McGonagall stopped external a lecture room. She opened the door and poked her head within.

“Excuse me, Professor Flitwick, could I borrow timber for a moment?”

wood? Proposal Harry, bewildered; used to be wooden a cane she was once going to use on him? However timber became out to be a person, a burly fifth-yr boy who got here out of Flitwicles class watching burdened.

“follow me, you two,” stated Professor McGonagall, they usually marched on up the corridor, wood looking curiously at Harry.

“In here.”

Professor McGonagall pointed them right into a classroom that was empty except for Peeves, who was once busy writing rude phrases on the blackboard.

“Out, Peeves!” she barked. Peeves threw the chalk right into a bin, which clanged loudly, and he swooped out cursing. Professor McGonagall slammed the door behind him and turned to face the two boys.

“Potter, that is Oliver timber. Wooden — I’ve found you a Seeker.”

wood’s expression modified from puzzlement to pride.

“Are you critical, Professor?”

“definitely,” mentioned Professor McGonagall crisply. “The boy’s a usual.

I’ve by no means noticeable something adore it. Was once that your first time on a broomstick, Potter?”

Harry nodded silently. He did not have a clue what used to be going on, however he did not look to be being expelled, and one of the feeling started coming back to his legs.

“He caught that thing in his hand after a fifty-foot dive,” Professor McGonagall informed wooden. “did not even scratch himself. Charlie Weasley couldn’t have executed it.”

timber was once now watching as though all his dreams had come true without delay.

“Ever noticeable a sport of Quidditch, Potter?” he requested excitedly.

“wooden’s captain of the Gryffindor team,” Professor McGonagall explained.

“he’s simply the build for a Seeker, too,” said timber, now strolling around Harry and staring at him. “gentle — fast — we’ll ought to get him a good broom, Professor — a Nimbus Two Thousand or a Cleansweep Seven, i might say.”

I shall converse to Professor Dumbledore and spot if we cannot bend the first-12 months rule. Heaven is aware of, we want a greater crew than last 12 months.

Flattened in that final in shape with the aid of Slytherin, i could not look Severus Snape in the face for weeks….”

Professor McGonagall peered sternly over her glasses at Harry.