Read all Harry Potter books online for free, read all 7 books with your mobile, tablet or desktop. (Published as "Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone" in the U.K.) What happens in the book: After murdering Harry's parents, James and Lily Potter, evil Lord Voldemort puts a killing curse on Harry, then just a baby. He meets two best friends, Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger. Chapter 1 of 18 . lots of people called Potter who had a son called Harry. Come to think . he clicked the Put-Outer, until the only lights left on the whole street were two tiny . in the future - there will be books written about Harry - every child.
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Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone (Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone CHAPTER ONE THE BOY WH). Orphan Harry learns he is a wizard on his 11th birthday when Hagrid escorts him to magic-teaching Hogwarts School. As a baby, his mother's love protected. Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone (Harry Potter, #1) Rate this book I started feeling nostalgic for the whole Hogwarts gang, and I realized that I'd never .
That night, when Vernon arrives at home, he turns on the news and becomes suspicious when the newsman states that owls have been seen everywhere earlier in the day, and that fireworks have been spotted in Kent. Vernon asks Petunia if she and her sister have been in touch, but she becomes angry and denies it as she does not like to talk about her.
When the Dursleys go to bed, a long bearded old man in a purple cloak appears out of nowhere outside of their home. The man, Albus Dumbledore , syphons all of the light from the street lamps with his Deluminator , then meets with the cat that Vernon had seen earlier that morning, who transforms into a whisky old woman named Minerva McGonagall.
A few moments later, a motorbike with a gigantic man, Rubeus Hagrid , riding it lands right in front of them, carrying baby Harry.
Hagrid himself leaves to bring the motorbike back to its actual owner , but not before giving Harry a kiss goodbye on the scarred forehead which burns his lips.
McGonagall reverts back into the cat and slinks around the corner at the other end of the street, but Dumbledore stays to unsyphon the light from the street lamps and bid Harry farewell before vanishing without a trace.
Harry rolls over inside his bundle of blankets with his small hand closing on the letter as he sleeps on, not knowing he is special and famous, nor that he will be woken up the next morning by his Aunt Petunia's scream when she opens the front door to put out the milk bottles, nor that he will be spending the next few weeks being prodded and pinch by his cousin Dudley. And he will never know that at this very moment, people meeting in secret all over the country are holding up glasses and saying in hushed voices: "To Harry Potter -- the boy who lived!
The only difference is the vast number of pictures of Dudley Dursley throughout his life. Harry is trying to think about the dream he had been having. It was about a flying motorbike , and he thinks he has had the same dream before.
Aunt Petunia tells him to make some bacon, as she wants everything perfect for Dudley's 11th birthday. Harry dresses into a pair of Dudley's old clothes, and goes into the kitchen, where the table is covered in Dudley's presents. Harry has jet-black hair and green eyes. His glasses are held together by tape because Dudley has smashed them so many times.
He often wonders how he got it and the Dursleys have told him that he got it from the car crash that killed Harry's parents. Harry doesn't know much more about the accident though because the Dursleys' first rule is to not ask questions.
Dudley comes in to the kitchen and begins to count his presents, only to find 37, which he angrily recalls is one fewer than the year before. Aunt Petunia states that they are going to download him two new presents while they are out. Vernon tells Petunia that Arabella Figg , their next-door neighbour, has broken her leg and cannot take care of Harry while they are at the Zoo.
They can't think of anyone else who can take care of him, so Harry has to go with them. Dudley is allowed to take a friend to the Zoo and chooses his friend Piers Polkiss.
What could he have been thinking of? It must have been a trick of the light. Dursley blinked and stared at the cat. It stared back. As Mr. Dursley drove around the corner and up the road, he watched the cat in his mirror. It was now reading the sign that said Privet Drive -- no, looking at the sign; cats couldn't read maps or signs. Dursley gave himself a little shake and put the cat out of his mind. As he drove toward town he thought of nothing except a large order of drills he was hoping to get that day.
But on the edge of town, drills were driven out of his mind by something else. As he sat in the usual morning traffic jam, he couldn't help noticing that there seemed to be a lot of strangely dressed people about.
People in cloaks. Dursley couldn't bear people who dressed in funny clothes -- the getups you saw on young people! He supposed this was some stupid new fashion. He drummed his fingers on the steering wheel and his eyes fell on a huddle of these weirdos standing quite close by. They were whispering excitedly together. Dursley was enraged to see that a couple of them weren't young at all; why, that man had to be older than he was, and wearing an emerald-green cloak!
The nerve of him! But then it struck Mr.
Dursley that this was probably some silly stunt -- these people were obviously collecting for something. The traffic moved on and a few minutes later, Mr.
Dursley arrived in the Grunnings parking lot, his mind back on drills. Dursley always sat with his back to the window in his office on the ninth floor. If he hadn't, he might have found it harder to concentrate on drills that morning.
He didn't see the owls swooping past in broad daylight, though people down in the street did; they pointed and gazed open-mouthed as owl after owl sped overhead.
Most of them had never seen an owl even at nighttime. Dursley, however, had a perfectly normal, owl-free morning. He yelled at five different people. He made several important telephone calls and shouted a bit more.
He was in a very good mood until lunchtime, when he thought he'd stretch his legs and walk across the road to download himself a bun from the bakery. He'd forgotten all about the people in cloaks until he passed a group of them next to the baker's. He eyed them angrily as he passed. He didn't know why, but they made him uneasy. This bunch were whispering excitedly, too, and he couldn't see a single collecting tin. It was on his way back past them, clutching a large doughnut in a bag, that he caught a few words of what they were saying.
Dursley stopped dead. Fear flooded him. He looked back at the whisperers as if he wanted to say something to them, but thought better of it. He dashed back across the road, hurried up to his office, snapped at his secretary not to disturb him, seized his telephone, and had almost finished dialing his home number when he changed his mind.
He put the receiver back down and stroked his mustache, thinking. Potter wasn't such an unusual name. He was sure there were lots of people called Potter who had a son called Harry. Come to think of it, he wasn't even sure his nephew was called Harry.
He'd never even seen the boy. It might have been Harvey. Or Harold. There was no point in worrying Mrs. Dursley; she always got so upset at any mention of her sister. He didn't blame her -- if he'd had a sister like that. He found it a lot harder to concentrate on drills that afternoon and when he left the building at five o'clock, he was still so worried that he walked straight into someone just outside the door.
It was a few seconds before Mr. Dursley realized that the man was wearing a violet cloak. He didn't seem at all upset at being almost knocked to the ground. On the contrary, his face split into a wide smile and he said in a squeaky voice that made passersby stare, "Don't be sorry, my dear sir, for nothing could upset me today!
Rejoice, for You-Know-Who has gone at last! Even Muggles like yourself should be celebrating, this happy, happy day! Dursley around the middle and walked off. Dursley stood rooted to the spot. He had been hugged by a complete stranger. He also thought he had been called a Muggle, whatever that was.
He was rattled. He hurried to his car and set off for home, hoping he was imagining things, which he had never hoped before, because he didn't approve of imagination. As he pulled into the driveway of number four, the first thing he saw -- and it didn't improve his mood -- was the tabby cat he'd spotted that morning. It was now sitting on his garden wall. He was sure it was the same one; it had the same markings around its eyes.
Dursley loudly. The cat didn't move. It just gave him a stern look. Was this normal cat behavior?
Dursley wondered. Trying to pull himself together, he let himself into the house. He was still determined not to mention anything to his wife.
Dursley had had a nice, normal day. She told him over dinner all about Mrs. Next Door's problems with her daughter and how Dudley had learned a new word "Won't! Dursley tried to act normally. When Dudley had been put to bed, he went into the living room in time to catch the last report on the evening news: "And finally, bird-watchers everywhere have reported that the nation's owls have been behaving very unusually today.
Although owls normally hunt at night and are hardly ever seen in daylight, there have been hundreds of sightings of these birds flying in every direction since sunrise. Experts are unable to explain why the owls have suddenly changed their sleeping pattern.
And now, over to Jim McGuffin with the weather.
Going to be any more showers of owls tonight, Jim? Viewers as far apart as Kent, Yorkshire, and Dundee have been phoning in to tell me that instead of the rain I promised yesterday, they've had a downpour of shooting stars!
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