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J. K. Rowling «Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone» / Chapter IV. The Keeper Of The Keys
J. K. Rowling «Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone»
Chapter IV. The Keeper Of The Keys
BOOM. They knocked again. Dudley jerked awake. "Where's the cannon?"
he said stupidly.
There was a crash behind them and Uncle Vernon came skidding
into the room. He was holding a rifle in his hands -- now they knew what had been
in the long, thin package he had brought with them.
he shouted. "I warn you -- I'm armed!"
There was a pause. Then
The door was hit with such force that it swung clean off
its hinges and with a deafening crash landed flat on the floor.
of a man was standing in the doorway. His face was almost completely hidden by
a long, shaggy mane of hair and a wild, tangled beard, but you could make out
his eyes, glinting like black beetles under all the hair.
The giant squeezed
his way into the hut, stooping so that his head just brushed the ceiling. He bent
down, picked up the door, and fitted it easily back into its frame. The noise
of the storm outside dropped a little. He turned to look at them all.
make us a cup o' tea, could yeh? It's not been an easy journey..."
He strode over to the sofa where Dudley sat frozen with fear.
up, yeh great lump," said the stranger.
Dudley squeaked and ran to
hide behind his mother, who was crouching, terrified, behind Uncle Vernon.
"An' here's Harry!" said the giant.
Harry looked up into the
fierce, wild, shadowy face and saw that the beetle eyes were crinkled in a smile.
"Las' time I saw you, you was only a baby," said the giant. "Yeh
look a lot like yet dad, but yeh've got yet mom's eyes."
made a funny rasping noise.
I demand that you leave at once, sit!"
he said. "You are breaking and entering!"
"Ah, shut up,
Dursley, yeh great prune," said the giant; he reached over the back of the
sofa, jerked the gun out of Uncle Vernon's hands, bent it into a knot as easily
as if it had been made of rubber, and threw it into a corner of the room.
Uncle Vernon made another funny noise, like a mouse being trodden on.
-- Harry," said the giant, turning his back on the Dursleys, "a very
happy birthday to yeh. Got summat fer yeh here -- I mighta sat on it at some point,
but it'll taste all right."
From an inside pocket of his black overcoat
he pulled a slightly squashed box. Harry opened it with trembling fingers. Inside
was a large, sticky chocolate cake with Happy Birthday Harry written on it in
Harry looked up at the giant. He meant to say thank you, but
the words got lost on the way to his mouth, and what he said instead was, "Who
The giant chuckled.
"True, I haven't introduced
meself. Rubeus Hagrid, Keeper of Keys and Grounds at Hogwarts."
held out an enormous hand and shook Harry's whole arm.
that tea then, eh?" he said, rubbing his hands together. "I'd not say
no ter summat stronger if yeh've got it, mind."
His eyes fell on the
empty grate with the shriveled chip bags in it and he snorted. He bent down over
the fireplace; they couldn't see what he was doing but when he drew back a second
later, there was a roaring fire there. It filled the whole damp hut with flickering
light and Harry felt the warmth wash over him as though he'd sunk into a hot bath.
The giant sat back down on the sofa, which sagged under his weight, and began
taking all sorts of things out of the pockets of his coat: a copper kettle, a
squashy package of sausages, a poker, a teapot, several chipped mugs, and a bottle
of some amber liquid that he took a swig from before starting to make tea. Soon
the hut was full of the sound and smell of sizzling sausage. Nobody said a thing
while the giant was working, but as he slid the first six fat, juicy, slightly
burnt sausages from the poker, Dudley fidgeted a little. Uncle Vernon said sharply,
"Don't touch anything he gives you, Dudley."
The giant chuckled
"Yet great puddin' of a son don' need fattenin' anymore, Dursley,
He passed the sausages to Harry, who was so hungry he
had never tasted anything so wonderful, but he still couldn't take his eyes off
the giant. Finally, as nobody seemed about to explain anything, he said, "I'm
sorry, but I still don't really know who you are."
The giant took
a gulp of tea and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.
me Hagrid," he said, "everyone does. An' like I told yeh, I'm Keeper
of Keys at Hogwarts -- yeh'll know all about Hogwarts, o' course.
-- no," said Harry.
Hagrid looked shocked.
Harry said quickly.
"Sony?" barked Hagrid, turning to stare at
the Dursleys, who shrank back into the shadows. "It' s them as should be
sorry! I knew yeh weren't gettin' yer letters but I never thought yeh wouldn't
even know abou' Hogwarts, fer cryin' out loud! Did yeh never wonder where yet
parents learned it all?"
"All what?" asked Harry.
"ALL WHAT?" Hagrid thundered. "Now wait jus' one second!"
He had leapt to his feet. In his anger he seemed to fill the whole hut. The Dursleys
were cowering against the wall.
"Do you mean ter tell me," he
growled at the Dursleys, "that this boy -- this boy! -- knows nothin' abou'
-- about ANYTHING?"
Harry thought this was going a bit far. He had
been to school, after all, and his marks weren't bad.
"I know some
things," he said. "I can, you know, do math and stuff." But Hagrid
simply waved his hand and said, "About our world, I mean. Your world. My
world. Yer parents' world."
looked as if he was about to explode.
"DURSLEY!" he boomed.
Uncle Vernon, who had gone very pale, whispered something that sounded like "Mimblewimble."
Hagrid stared wildly at Harry.
"But yeh must know about yet mom and
dad," he said. "I mean, they're famous. You're famous."
"What? My -- my mom and dad weren't famous, were they?"
don' know... yeh don' know..." Hagrid ran his fingers through his hair, fixing
Harry with a bewildered stare.
"Yeh don' know what yeh are?"
he said finally.
Uncle Vernon suddenly found his voice.
he commanded. "Stop right there, sit! I forbid you to tell the boy anything!"
A braver man than Vernon Dursley would have quailed under the furious look Hagrid
now gave him; when Hagrid spoke, his every syllable trembled with rage.
"You never told him? Never told him what was in the letter Dumbledore left
fer him? I was there! I saw Dumbledore leave it, Dursley! An' you've kept it from
him all these years?"
"Kept what from me?" said Harry eagerly.
"STOP! I FORBID YOU!" yelled Uncle Vernon in panic.
gave a gasp of horror.
"Ah, go boil yet heads, both of yeh,"
said Hagrid. "Harry -- yet a wizard."
There was silence inside
the hut. Only the sea and the whistling wind could be heard.
what?" gasped Harry.
"A wizard, o' course," said Hagrid,
sitting back down on the sofa, which groaned and sank even lower, "an' a
thumpin' good'un, I'd say, once yeh've been trained up a bit. With a mum an' dad
like yours, what else would yeh be? An' I reckon it's abou' time yeh read yer
Harry stretched out his hand at last to take the yellowish
envelope, addressed in emerald green to Mr. H. Potter, The Floor, Hut-on-the-Rock,
The Sea. He pulled out the letter and read:
HOGWARTS SCHOOL of WITCHCRAFT
Headmaster: ALBUS DUMBLEDORE
(Order of Merlin, First
Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock, Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards)
Dear Mr. Potter,
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted
at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of
all necessary books and equipment.
Term begins on September 1. We await
your owl by no later than July 31. Yours sincerely,
Questions exploded inside Harry's head like fireworks
and he couldn't decide which to ask first. After a few minutes he stammered, "What
does it mean, they await my owl?"
"Gallopin' Gorgons, that reminds
me," said Hagrid, clapping a hand to his forehead with enough force to knock
over a cart horse, and from yet another pocket inside his overcoat he pulled an
owl -- a real, live, rather ruffled-looking owl -- a long quill, and a roll of
parchment. With his tongue between his teeth he scribbled a note that Harry could
read upside down:
Dear Professor Dumbledore,
Given Harry his letter.
Taking him to buy his things tomorrow.
Weather's horrible. Hope you're
Hagrid rolled up the note, gave it to the owl, which
clamped it in its beak, went to the door, and threw the owl out into the storm.
Then he came back and sat down as though this was as normal as talking on the
Harry realized his mouth was open and closed it quickly.
"Where was I?" said Hagrid, but at that moment, Uncle Vernon, still
ashen-faced but looking very angry, moved into the firelight.
not going," he said.
"I'd like ter see
a great Muggle like you stop him," he said.
"A what?" said
"A Muggle," said Hagrid, "it's what we
call nonmagic folk like thern. An' it's your bad luck you grew up in a family
o' the biggest Muggles I ever laid eyes on."
"We swore when we
took him in we'd put a stop to that rubbish," said Uncle Vernon, "swore
we'd stamp it out of him! Wizard indeed!"
"You knew?" said
Harry. "You knew I'm a -- a wizard?"
Aunt Petunia suddenly. "Knew! Of course we knew! How could you not be, my
dratted sister being what she was? Oh, she got a letter just like that and disappeared
off to that-that school-and came home every vacation with her pockets full of
frog spawn, turning teacups into rats. I was the only one who saw her for what
she was -- a freak! But for my mother and father, oh no, it was Lily this and
Lily that, they were proud of having a witch in the family!"
to draw a deep breath and then went ranting on. It seemed she had been wanting
to say all this for years.
"Then she met that Potter at school and
they left and got married and had you, and of course I knew you'd be just the
same, just as strange, just as -- as -- abnormal -- and then, if you please, she
went and got herself blown up and we got landed with you!"
gone very white. As soon as he found his voice he said, "Blown up? You told
me they died in a car crash!"
"CAR CRASH!" roared Hagrid,
jumping up so angrily that the Dursleys scuttled back to their corner. "How
could a car crash kill Lily an' James Potter? It's an outrage! A scandal! Harry
Potter not knowin' his own story when every kid in our world knows his name!"
"But why? What happened?" Harry asked urgently.
The anger faded
from Hagrid's face. He looked suddenly anxious.
"I never expected
this," he said, in a low, worried voice. "I had no idea, when Dumbledore
told me there might be trouble gettin' hold of yeh, how much yeh didn't know.
Ah, Harry, I don' know if I'm the right person ter tell yeh -- but someone 3 s
gotta -- yeh can't go off ter Hogwarts not knowin'."
He threw a dirty
look at the Dursleys.
"Well, it's best yeh know as much as I can tell
yeh -- mind, I can't tell yeh everythin', it's a great myst'ry, parts of it...."
He sat down, stared into the fire for a few seconds, and then said, "It begins,
I suppose, with -- with a person called -- but it's incredible yeh don't know
his name, everyone in our world knows --"
"Well -- I don' like sayin' the name if I can help it. No one does."
"Gulpin' gargoyles, Harry, people are still scared.
Blimey, this is difficult. See, there was this wizard who went... bad. As bad
as you could go. Worse. Worse than worse. His name was..."
gulped, but no words came out.
"Could you write it down?" Harry
"Nah -can't spell it. All right -- Voldemort. " Hagrid
shuddered. "Don' make me say it again. Anyway, this -- this wizard, about
twenty years ago now, started lookin' fer followers. Got 'em, too -- some were
afraid, some just wanted a bit o' his power, 'cause he was gettin' himself power,
all right. Dark days, Harry. Didn't know who ter trust, didn't dare get friendly
with strange wizards or witches... terrible things happened. He was takin' over.
'Course, some stood up to him -- an' he killed 'em. Horribly. One o' the only
safe places left was Hogwarts. Reckon Dumbledore's the only one You-Know-Who was
afraid of. Didn't dare try takin' the school, not jus' then, anyway.
yer mum an' dad were as good a witch an' wizard as I ever knew. Head boy an' girl
at Hogwarts in their day! Suppose the myst'ry is why You-Know-Who never tried
to get 'em on his side before... probably knew they were too close ter Dumbledore
ter want anythin' ter do with the Dark Side.
"Maybe he thought he
could persuade 'em... maybe he just wanted 'em outta the way. All anyone knows
is, he turned up in the village where you was all living, on Halloween ten years
ago. You was just a year old. He came ter yer house an' -- an' --"
Hagrid suddenly pulled out a very dirty, spotted handkerchief and blew his nose
with a sound like a foghorn.
"Sorry," he said. "But it's
that sad -- knew yer mum an' dad, an' nicer people yeh couldn't find -- anyway..."
"You-Know-Who killed 'em. An' then -- an' this is the real myst'ry of the
thing -- he tried to kill you, too. Wanted ter make a clean job of it, I suppose,
or maybe he just liked killin' by then. But he couldn't do it. Never wondered
how you got that mark on yer forehead? That was no ordinary cut. That's what yeh
get when a Powerful, evil curse touches yeh -- took care of yer mum an' dad an'
yer house, even -- but it didn't work on you, an' that's why yer famous, Harry.
No one ever lived after he decided ter kill 'em, no one except you, an' he'd killed
some o' the best witches an' wizards of the age -- the McKinnons, the Bones, the
Prewetts -- an' you was only a baby, an' you lived."
painful was going on in Harry's mind. As Hagrid's story came to a close, he saw
again the blinding flash of green light, more clearly than he had ever remembered
it before -- and he remembered something else, for the first time in his life:
a high, cold, cruel laugh.
Hagrid was watching him sadly.
yeh from the ruined house myself, on Dumbledore's orders. Brought yeh ter this
"Load of old tosh," said Uncle Vernon. Harry jumped;
he had almost forgotten that the Dursleys were there. Uncle Vernon certainly seemed
to have got back his courage. He was glaring at Hagrid and his fists were clenched.
"Now, you listen here, boy," he snarled, "I accept there's something
strange about you, probably nothing a good beating wouldn't have cured -- and
as for all this about your parents, well, they were weirdos, no denying it, and
the world's better off without them in my opinion -- asked for all they got, getting
mixed up with these wizarding types -- just what I expected, always knew they'd
come to a sticky end --"
But at that moment, Hagrid leapt from the
sofa and drew a battered pink umbrella from inside his coat. Pointing this at
Uncle Vernon like a sword, he said, "I'm warning you, Dursley -I'm warning
you -- one more word... "
In danger of being speared on the end of
an umbrella by a bearded giant, Uncle Vernon's courage failed again; he flattened
himself against the wall and fell silent.
"That's better," said
Hagrid, breathing heavily and sitting back down on the sofa, which this time sagged
right down to the floor.
Harry, meanwhile, still had questions to ask,
hundreds of them.
"But what happened to Vol--, sorry -- I mean, You-Know-Who?"
"Good question, Harry. Disappeared. Vanished. Same night he tried ter kill
you. Makes yeh even more famous. That's the biggest myst'ry, see... he was gettin'
more an' more powerful -- why'd he go?
"Some say he died. Codswallop,
in my opinion. Dunno if he had enough human left in him to die. Some say he's
still out there, bidin' his time, like, but I don' believe it. People who was
on his side came back ter ours. Some of 'em came outta kinda trances. Don~ reckon
they could've done if he was comin' back.
"Most of us reckon he's
still out there somewhere but lost his powers. Too weak to carry on. 'Cause somethin'
about you finished him, Harry. There was somethin' goin' on that night he hadn't
counted on -- I dunno what it was, no one does -- but somethin' about you stumped
him, all right."
Hagrid looked at Harry with warmth and respect blazing
in his eyes, but Harry, instead of feeling pleased and proud, felt quite sure
there had been a horrible mistake. A wizard? Him? How could he possibly be? He'd
spent his life being clouted by Dudley, and bullied by Aunt Petunia and Uncle
Vernon; if he was really a wizard, why hadn't they been turned into warty toads
every time they'd tried to lock him in his cupboard? If he'd once defeated the
greatest sorcerer in the world, how come Dudley had always been able to kick him
around like a football?
"Hagrid," he said quietly, "I think
you must have made a mistake. I don't think I can be a wizard."
his surprise, Hagrid chuckled.
"Not a wizard, eh? Never made things
happen when you was scared or angry?"
Harry looked into the fire.
Now he came to think about it... every odd thing that had ever made his aunt and
uncle furious with him had happened when he, Harry, had been upset or angry...
chased by Dudley's gang, he had somehow found himself out of their reach... dreading
going to school with that ridiculous haircut, he'd managed to make it grow back...
and the very last time Dudley had hit him, hadn't he got his revenge, without
even realizing he was doing it? Hadn't he set a boa constrictor on him?
Harry looked back at Hagrid, smiling, and saw that Hagrid was positively beaming
"See?" said Hagrid. "Harry Potter, not a wizard
-- you wait, you'll be right famous at Hogwarts."
But Uncle Vernon
wasn't going to give in without a fight.
"Haven't I told you he's
not going?" he hissed. "He's going to Stonewall High and he'll be grateful
for it. I've read those letters and he needs all sorts of rubbish -- spell books
and wands and --"
"If he wants ter go, a great Muggle like you
won't stop him," growled Hagrid. "Stop Lily an' James Potter' s son
goin' ter Hogwarts! Yer mad. His name's been down ever since he was born. He's
off ter the finest school of witchcraft and wizardry in the world. Seven years
there and he won't know himself. He'll be with youngsters of his own sort, fer
a change, an' he'll be under the greatest headmaster Hogwarts ever had Albus Dumbled--"
"I AM NOT PAYING FOR SOME CRACKPOT OLD FOOL To TEACH HIM MAGIC TRICKS!"
yelled Uncle Vernon.
But he had finally gone too far. Hagrid seized his
umbrella and whirled it over his head, "NEVER," he thundered, "-
INSULT- ALBUS- DUMBLEDORE- IN- FRONT- OF- ME!"
He brought the umbrella
swishing down through the air to point at Dudley -- there was a flash of violet
light, a sound like a firecracker, a sharp squeal, and the next second, Dudley
was dancing on the spot with his hands clasped over his fat bottom, howling in
pain. When he turned his back on them, Harry saw a curly pig's tail poking through
a hole in his trousers.
Uncle Vernon roared. Pulling Aunt Petunia and Dudley
into the other room, he cast one last terrified look at Hagrid and slammed the
door behind them.
Hagrid looked down at his umbrella and stroked his beard.
"Shouldn'ta lost me temper," he said ruefully, "but it didn't work
anyway. Meant ter turn him into a pig, but I suppose he was so much like a pig
anyway there wasn't much left ter do."
He cast a sideways look at
Harry under his bushy eyebrows.
"Be grateful if yeh didn't mention
that ter anyone at Hogwarts," he said. "I'm -- er -- not supposed ter
do magic, strictly speakin'. I was allowed ter do a bit ter follow yeh an' get
yer letters to yeh an' stuff -- one o' the reasons I was so keen ter take on the
"Why aren't you supposed to do magic?" asked Harry.
"Oh, well -- I was at Hogwarts meself but I -- er -- got expelled, ter tell
yeh the truth. In me third year. They snapped me wand in half an' everything.
But Dumbledore let me stay on as gamekeeper. Great man, Dumbledore." "Why
were you expelled?"
"It's gettin' late and we've got lots ter
do tomorrow," said Hagrid loudly. "Gotta get up ter town, get all yer
books an' that."
He took off his thick black coat and threw it to
"You can kip under that," he said. "Don' mind if
it wriggles a bit, I think I still got a couple o' dormice in one o' the pockets."
Chapter I. The Boy Who Lived
Chapter II. The Vanishing Glass
Chapter III. The Letters From No One
Chapter IV. The Keeper Of The Keys
Chapter V. Diagon Alley
Chapter VI. The Journey From Platform Nine And Three-Quarters
Chapter VII. The Sorting Hat
Chapter VIII. The Potions Master
Chapter IX. The Midnight Duel
Chapter X. Halloween
Chapter XI. Quidditch
Chapter XII. The Mirror Of Erised
Chapter XIII. Nicolas Flamel
Chapter XIV. Norbert The Norwegian Ridgeback
Chapter XV. The Forbidden Forest
Chapter XVI. Through The Trapdoor
Chapter XVII. The Man With Two Faces
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