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J. K. Rowling «Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone» / Chapter VI. The Journey From Platform Nine And Three-Quarters
J. K. Rowling «Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone»
Chapter VI. The Journey From Platform Nine And Three-Quarters
Harry's last month with the Dursleys wasn't fun. True, Dudley was now so scared
of Harry he wouldn't stay in the same room, while Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon
didn't shut Harry in his cupboard, force him to do anything, or shout at him --
in fact, they didn't speak to him at all. Half terrified, half furious, they acted
as though any chair with Harry in it were empty. Although this was an improvement
in many ways, it did become a bit depressing after a while.
to his room, with his new owl for company. He had decided to call her Hedwig,
a name he had found in A History of Magic. His school books were very interesting.
He lay on his bed reading late into the night, Hedwig swooping in and out of the
open window as she pleased. It was lucky that Aunt Petunia didn't come in to vacuum
anymore, because Hedwig kept bringing back dead mice. Every night before he went
to sleep, Harry ticked off another day on the piece of paper he had pinned to
the wall, counting down to September the first.
On the last day of August
he thought he'd better speak to his aunt and uncle about getting to King's Cross
station the next day, so he went down to the living room where they were watching
a quiz show on television. He cleared his throat to let them know he was there,
and Dudley screamed and ran from the room.
"Er -- Uncle Vernon?"
Uncle Vernon grunted to show he was listening.
"Er -- I need to be
at King's Cross tomorrow to -- to go to Hogwarts."
Uncle Vernon grunted
"Would it be all right if you gave me a lift?"
Grunt. Harry supposed that meant yes.
was about to go back upstairs when Uncle Vernon actually spoke.
way to get to a wizards' school, the train. Magic carpets all got punctures, have
Harry didn't say anything.
"Where is this school,
"I don't know," said Harry, realizing this for
the first time. He pulled the ticket Hagrid had given him out of his pocket.
"I just take the train from platform nine and three-quarters at eleven o'clock,"
His aunt and uncle stared.
"Nine and three-quarters."
"Don't talk rubbish," said
Uncle Vernon. "There is no platform nine and three-quarters."
"It's on my ticket."
"Barking," said Uncle Vernon,
"howling mad, the lot of them. You'll see. You just wait. All right, we'll
take you to King's Cross. We're going up to London tomorrow anyway, or I wouldn't
"Why are you going to London?" Harry asked, trying
to keep things friendly.
"Taking Dudley to the hospital," growled
Uncle Vernon. "Got to have that ruddy tail removed before he goes to Smeltings."
Harry woke at five o'clock the next morning and was too excited and nervous to
go back to sleep. He got up and pulled on his jeans because he didn't want to
walk into the station in his wizard's robes -- he'd change on the train. He checked
his Hogwarts list yet again to make sure he had everything he needed, saw that
Hedwig was shut safely in her cage, and then paced the room, waiting for the Dursleys
to get up. Two hours later, Harry's huge, heavy trunk had been loaded into the
Dursleys' car, Aunt Petunia had talked Dudley into sitting next to Harry, and
they had set off.
They reached King's Cross at half past ten. Uncle Vernon
dumped Harry's trunk onto a cart and wheeled it into the station for him. Harry
thought this was strangely kind until Uncle Vernon stopped dead, facing the platforms
with a nasty grin on his face.
"Well, there you are, boy. Platform
nine -- platform ten. Your platform should be somewhere in the middle, but they
don't seem to have built it yet, do they?"
He was quite right, of
course. There was a big plastic number nine over one platform and a big plastic
number ten over the one next to it, and in the middle, nothing at all.
"Have a good term," said Uncle Vernon with an even nastier smile. He
left without another word. Harry turned and saw the Dursleys drive away. All three
of them were laughing. Harry's mouth went rather dry. What on earth was he going
to do? He was starting to attract a lot of funny looks, because of Hedwig. He'd
have to ask someone.
He stopped a passing guard, but didn't dare mention
platform nine and three-quarters. The guard had never heard of Hogwarts and when
Harry couldn't even tell him what part of the country it was in, he started to
get annoyed, as though Harry was being stupid on purpose. Getting desperate, Harry
asked for the train that left at eleven o'clock, but the guard said there wasn't
one. In the end the guard strode away, muttering about time wasters. Harry was
now trying hard not to panic. According to the large clock over the arrivals board,
he had ten minutes left to get on the train to Hogwarts and he had no idea how
to do it; he was stranded in the middle of a station with a trunk he could hardly
lift, a pocket full of wizard money, and a large owl.
Hagrid must have
forgotten to tell him something you had to do, like tapping the third brick on
the left to get into Diagon Alley. He wondered if he should get out his wand and
start tapping the ticket inspector's stand between platforms nine and ten.
At that moment a group of people passed just behind him and he caught a few words
of what they were saying.
"-- packed with Muggles, of course --"
Harry swung round. The speaker was a plump woman who was talking to four boys,
all with flaming red hair. Each of them was pushing a trunk like Harry's in front
of him -- and they had an owl.
Heart hammering, Harry pushed his cart after
them. They stopped and so did he, just near enough to hear what they were saying.
"Now, what's the platform number?" said the boys' mother.
and three-quarters!" piped a small girl, also red-headed, who was holding
her hand, "Mom, can't I go... "
"You're not old enough,
Ginny, now be quiet. All right, Percy, you go first."
like the oldest boy marched toward platforms nine and ten. Harry watched, careful
not to blink in case he missed it -- but just as the boy reached the dividing
barrier between the two platforms, a large crowd of tourists came swarming in
front of him and by the time the last backpack had cleared away, the boy had vanished.
"Fred, you next," the plump woman said.
"I'm not Fred, I'm
George," said the boy. "Honestly, woman, you call yourself our mother?
CarA you tell I'm George?"
"Sorry, George, dear."
"Only joking, I am Fred," said the boy, and off he went. His twin called
after him to hurry up, and he must have done so, because a second later, he had
gone -- but how had he done it?
Now the third brother was walking briskly
toward the barrier he was almost there -- and then, quite suddenly, he wasn't
There was nothing else for it.
Harry said to the plump woman.
"Hello, dear," she said. "First
time at Hogwarts? Ron's new, too."
She pointed at the last and youngest
of her sons. He was tall, thin, and gangling, with freckles, big hands and feet,
and a long nose.
"Yes," said Harry. "The thing is -- the
thing is, I don't know how to --"
"How to get onto the platform?"
she said kindly, and Harry nodded.
"Not to worry," she said.
"All you have to do is walk straight at the barrier between platforms nine
and ten. Don't stop and don't be scared you'll crash into it, that's very important.
Best do it at a bit of a run if you're nervous. Go on, go now before Ron."
"Er -- okay," said Harry.
He pushed his trolley around and stared
at the barrier. It looked very solid.
He started to walk toward it. People
jostled him on their way to platforms nine and ten. Harry walked more quickly.
He was going to smash right into that barrier and then he'd be in trouble -- leaning
forward on his cart, he broke into a heavy run -- the barrier was coming nearer
and nearer -- he wouldn't be able to stop -- the cart was out of control -- he
was a foot away -- he closed his eyes ready for the crash --
come... he kept on running... he opened his eyes. A scarlet steam engine was waiting
next to a platform packed with people. A sign overhead said Hogwarts Express,
eleven O'clock. Harry looked behind him and saw a wrought-iron archway where the
barrier had been, with the words Platform Nine and Three-Quarters on it, He had
Smoke from the engine drifted over the heads of the chattering
crowd, while cats of every color wound here and there between their legs. Owls
hooted to one another in a disgruntled sort of way over the babble and the scraping
of heavy trunks.
The first few carriages were already packed with students,
some hanging out of the window to talk to their families, some fighting over seats.
Harry pushed his cart off down the platform in search of an empty seat. He passed
a round-faced boy who was saying, "Gran, I've lost my toad again."
"Oh, Neville," he heard the old woman sigh.
A boy with dreadlocks
was surrounded by a small crowd.
"Give us a look, Lee, go on."
The boy lifted the lid of a box in his arms, and the people around him shrieked
and yelled as something inside poked out a long, hairy leg.
on through the crowd until he found an empty compartment near the end of the train.
He put Hedwig inside first and then started to shove and heave his trunk toward
the train door. He tried to lift it up the steps but could hardly raise one end
and twice he dropped it painfully on his foot.
"Want a hand?"
It was one of the red-haired twins he'd followed through the barrier.
please," Harry panted.
"Oy, Fred! C'mere and help!"
With the twins' help, Harry's trunk was at last tucked away in a corner of the
"Thanks," said Harry, pushing his sweaty hair out
of his eyes.
"What's that?" said one of the twins suddenly, pointing
at Harry's lightning scar.
"Blimey," said the other twin. "Are
"He is," said the first twin. "Aren't you?" he
added to Harry.
"What?" said Harry.
"chorused the twins.
"Oh, him," said Harry. "I mean,
yes, I am."
The two boys gawked at him, and Harry felt himself turning
red. Then, to his relief, a voice came floating in through the train's open door.
"Fred? George? Are you there?"
With a last look at Harry, the twins hopped off the train.
Harry sat down
next to the window where, half hidden, he could watch the red-haired family on
the platform and hear what they were saying. Their mother had just taken out her
"Ron, you've got something on your nose."
The youngest boy tried to jerk out of the way, but she grabbed him and began rubbing
the end of his nose.
"Mom -- geroff" He wriggled free.
"Aaah, has ickle Ronnie got somefink on his nosie?" said one of the
"Shut up," said Ron.
said their mother.
"He's coming now."
The oldest boy came
striding into sight. He had already changed into his billowing black Hogwarts
robes, and Harry noticed a shiny silver badge on his chest with the letter P on
"Can't stay long, Mother," he said. "I'm up front, the
prefects have got two compartments to themselves --"
you a prefect, Percy?" said one of the twins, with an air of great surprise.
"You should have said something, we had no idea."
on, I think I remember him saying something about it," said the other twin.
"Or twice --"
"A minute --"
"All summer --"
"Oh, shut up," said Percy the Prefect.
"How come Percy gets new robes, anyway?" said one of the twins.
"Because he's a prefect," said their mother fondly. "All right,
dear, well, have a good term -- send me an owl when you get there."
She kissed Percy on the cheek and he left. Then she turned to the twins.
"Now, you two -- this year, you behave yourselves. If I get one more owl
telling me you've -- you've blown up a toilet or --"
a toilet? We've never blown up a toilet."
"Great idea though,
"It's not funny. And look after Ron."
"Don't worry, ickle Ronniekins is safe with us."
said Ron again. He was almost as tall as the twins already and his nose was still
pink where his mother had rubbed it.
"Hey, Mom, guess what? Guess
who we just met on the train?"
Harry leaned back quickly so they couldn't
see him looking.
"You know that black-haired boy who was near us in
the station? Know who he is?"
Harry heard the little girl's voice.
can I go on the train and see him, Mom, eh please...."
already seen him, Ginny, and the poor boy isn't something you goggle at in a zoo.
Is he really, Fred? How do you know?"
"Asked him. Saw his scar.
It's really there - like lightning."
"Poor dear - no wonder he
was alone, I wondered. He was ever so polite when he asked how to get onto the
"Never mind that, do you think he remembers what You-Know-Who
Their mother suddenly became very stern.
forbid you to ask him, Fred. No, don't you dare. As though he needs reminding
of that on his first day at school."
"All right, keep your hair
A whistle sounded.
"Hurry up!" their mother
said, and the three boys clambered onto the train. They leaned out of the window
for her to kiss them good-bye, and their younger sister began to cry.
Ginny, we'll send you loads of owls."
"We'll send you a Hogwarts
"Only joking, Mom."
The train began to move. Harry saw the boys' mother waving and their sister, half
laughing, half crying, running to keep up with the train until it gathered too
much speed, then she fell back and waved.
Harry watched the girl and her
mother disappear as the train rounded the corner. Houses flashed past the window.
Harry felt a great leap of excitement. He didn't know what he was going to but
it had to be better than what he was leaving behind.
The door of the compartment
slid open and the youngest redheaded boy came in.
there?" he asked, pointing at the seat opposite Harry. "Everywhere else
Harry shook his head and the boy sat down. He glanced at
Harry and then looked quickly out of the window, pretending he hadn't looked.
Harry saw he still had a black mark on his nose.
The twins were back.
"Listen, we're going down the middle of the train
-- Lee Jordan's got a giant tarantula down there."
"Harry," said the other twin, "did we introduce
ourselves? Fred and George Weasley. And this is Ron, our brother. See you later,
"Bye," said Harry and Ron. The twins slid the compartment
door shut behind them.
"Are you really Harry Potter?" Ron blurted
"Oh -well, I thought it might be one of
Fred and George's jokes," said Ron. "And have you really got -- you
He pointed at Harry's forehead.
Harry pulled back
his bangs to show the lightning scar. Ron stared.
"So that's where
"Yes," said Harry, "but I can't remember it."
"Nothing?" said Ron eagerly.
"Well -- I remember a lot of
green light, but nothing else."
"Wow," said Ron. He sat
and stared at Harry for a few moments, then, as though he had suddenly realized
what he was doing, he looked quickly out of the window again.
all your family wizards?" asked Harry, who found Ron just as interesting
as Ron found him.
"Er -- Yes, I think so," said Ron. "I
think Mom's got a second cousin who's an accountant, but we never talk about him."
"So you must know loads of magic already."
The Weasleys were
clearly one of those old wizarding families the pale boy in Diagon Alley had talked
"I heard you went to live with Muggles," said Ron. "What
are they like?"
"Horrible -well, not all of them. My aunt and
uncle and cousin are, though. Wish I'd had three wizard brothers."
"Five," said Ron. For some reason, he was looking gloomy. "I'm
the sixth in our family to go to Hogwarts. You could say I've got a lot to live
up to. Bill and Charlie have already left -- Bill was head boy and Charlie was
captain of Quidditch. Now Percy's a prefect. Fred and George mess around a lot,
but they still get really good marks and everyone thinks they're really funny.
Everyone expects me to do as well as the others, but if I do, it's no big deal,
because they did it first. You never get anything new, either, with five brothers.
I've got Bill's old robes, Charlie's old wand, and Percy's old rat."
Ron reached inside his jacket and pulled out a fat gray rat, which was asleep.
"His name's Scabbers and he's useless, he hardly ever wakes up. Percy got
an owl from my dad for being made a prefect, but they couldn't aff -- I mean,
I got Scabbers instead."
Ron's ears went pink. He seemed to think
he'd said too much, because he went back to staring out of the window.
Harry didn't think there was anything wrong with not being able to afford an owl.
After all, he'd never had any money in his life until a month ago, and he told
Ron so, all about having to wear Dudley's old clothes and never getting proper
birthday presents. This seemed to cheer Ron up.
"... and until Hagrid
told me, I didn't know anything about be ing a wizard or about my parents or Voldemort"
"What?" said Harry.
"You said You-Know-Who's
name!" said Ron, sounding both shocked and impressed. "I'd have thought
you, of all people --"
"I'm not trying to be brave or anything,
saying the name," said Harry, I just never knew you shouldn't. See what I
mean? I've got loads to learn.... I bet," he added, voicing for the first
time something that had been worrying him a lot lately, "I bet I'm the worst
in the class."
"You won't be. There's loads of people who come
from Muggle families and they learn quick enough."
While they had
been talking, the train had carried them out of London. Now they were speeding
past fields full of cows and sheep. They were quiet for a time, watching the fields
and lanes flick past.
Around half past twelve there was a great clattering
outside in the corridor and a smiling, dimpled woman slid back their door and
said, "Anything off the cart, dears?"
Harry, who hadn't had any
breakfast, leapt to his feet, but Ron's ears went pink again and he muttered that
he'd brought sandwiches. Harry went out into the corridor.
He had never
had any money for candy with the Dursleys, and now that he had pockets rattling
with gold and silver he was ready to buy as many Mars Bars as he could carry --
but the woman didn't have Mars Bars. What she did have were Bettie Bott's Every
Flavor Beans, Drooble's Best Blowing Gum, Chocolate Frogs. Pumpkin Pasties, Cauldron
Cakes, Licorice Wands, and a number of other strange things Harry had never seen
in his life. Not wanting to miss anything, he got some of everything and paid
the woman eleven silver Sickles and seven bronze Knuts.
Ron stared as Harry
brought it all back in to the compartment and tipped it onto an empty seat.
"Hungry, are you?"
"Starving," said Harry, taking a
large bite out of a pumpkin pasty.
Ron had taken out a lumpy package and
unwrapped it. There were four sandwiches inside. He pulled one of them apart and
said, "She always forgets I don't like corned beef."
you for one of these," said Harry, holding up a pasty. "Go on --"
"You don't want this, it's all dry," said Ron. "She hasn't got
much time," he added quickly, "you know, with five of us."
"Go on, have a pasty," said Harry, who had never had anything to share
before or, indeed, anyone to share it with. It was a nice feeling, sitting there
with Ron, eating their way through all Harry's pasties, cakes, and candies (the
sandwiches lay forgotten).
"What are these?" Harry asked Ron,
holding up a pack of Chocolate Frogs. "They're not really frogs, are they?"
He was starting to feel that nothing would surprise him.
said Ron. "But see what the card is. I'm missing Agrippa."
"Oh, of course, you wouldn't know -- Chocolate Frogs have cards, inside them,
you know, to collect -- famous witches and wizards. I've got about five hundred,
but I haven't got Agrippa or Ptolemy."
Harry unwrapped his Chocolate
Frog and picked up the card. It showed a man's face. He wore half- moon glasses,
had a long, crooked nose, and flowing silver hair, beard, and mustache. Underneath
the picture was the name Albus Dumbledore.
"So this is Dumbledore!"
"Don't tell me you'd never heard of Dumbledore!"
said Ron. "Can I have a frog? I might get Agrippa -- thanks
turned over his card and read:
Considered by many the greatest wizard of modern times, Dumbledore
is particularly famous for his defeat of the dark wizard Grindelwald in 1945,
for the discovery of the twelve uses of dragon's blood, and his work on alchemy
with his partner, Nicolas Flamel. Professor Dumbledore enjoys chamber music and
Harry turned the card back over and saw, to his astonishment,
that Dumbledore's face had disappeared.
you can't expect him to hang around all day," said Ron. "He'll be back.
No, I've got Morgana again and I've got about six of her... do you want it? You
can start collecting."
Ron's eyes strayed to the pile of Chocolate
Frogs waiting to be unwrapped.
"Help yourself," said Harry. "But
in, you know, the Muggle world, people just stay put in photos."
they? What, they don't move at all?" Ron sounded amazed. "weird!"
Harry stared as Dumbledore sidled back into the picture on his card and gave him
a small smile. Ron was more interested in eating the frogs than looking at the
Famous Witches and Wizards cards, but Harry couldn't keep his eyes off them. Soon
he had not only Dumbledore and Morgana, but Hengist of Woodcroft, Alberic Grunnion,
Circe, Paracelsus, and Merlin. He finally tore his eyes away from the druidess
Cliodna, who was scratching her nose, to open a bag of Bertie Bott's Every Flavor
"You want to be careful with those," Ron warned Harry.
"When they say every flavor, they mean every flavor -- you know, you get
all the ordinary ones like chocolate and peppermint and mar- malade, but then
you can get spinach and liver and tripe. George reckons he had a booger- flavored
Ron picked up a green bean, looked at it carefully, and
bit into a corner.
"Bleaaargh -- see? Sprouts."
a good time eating the Every Flavor Beans. Harry got toast, coconut, baked bean,
strawberry, curry, grass, coffee, sardine, and was even brave enough to nibble
the end off a funny gray one Ron wouldn't touch, which turned out to be pepper.
The countryside now flying past the window was becoming wilder. The neat fields
had gone. Now there were woods, twisting rivers, and dark green hills.
There was a knock on the door of their compartment and the round-faced boy Harry
had passed on platform nine and threequarters came in. He looked tearful.
"Sorry," he said, "but have you seen a toad at all?"
When they shook their heads, he wailed, "I've lost him! He keeps getting
away from me!"
"He'll turn up," said Harry.
said the boy miserably. "Well, if you see him..."
"Don't know why he's so bothered," said Ron. "If I'd brought a
toad I'd lose it as quick as I could. Mind you, I brought Scabbers, so I can't
The rat was still snoozing on Ron's lap.
have died and you wouldn't know the difference," said Ron in disgust. "I
tried to turn him yellow yesterday to make him more interesting, but the spell
didn't work. I'll show you, look..."
He rummaged around in his trunk
and pulled out a very battered-looking wand. It was chipped in places and something
white was glinting at the end.
"Unicorn hair's nearly poking out.
He had just raised his 'wand when the compartment door slid open
again. The toadless boy was back, but this time he had a girl with him. She was
already wearing her new Hogwarts robes.
"Has anyone seen a toad? Neville's
lost one," she said. She had a bossy sort of voice, lots of bushy brown hair,
and rather large front teeth.
"We've already told him we haven't seen
it," said Ron, but the girl wasn't listening, she was looking at the wand
in his hand.
"Oh, are you doing magic? Let's see it, then."
She sat down. Ron looked taken aback.
"Er -- all right."
He cleared his throat.
"Sunshine, daisies, butter mellow, Turn this
stupid, fat rat yellow."
He waved his wand, but nothing happened.
Scabbers stayed gray and fast asleep.
"Are you sure that's a real
spell?" said the girl. "Well, it's not very good, is it? I've tried
a few simple spells just for practice and it's all worked for me. Nobody in my
family's magic at all, it was ever such a surprise when I got my letter, but I
was ever so pleased, of course, I mean, it's the very best school of witchcraft
there is, I've heard -- I've learned all our course books by heart, of course,
I just hope it will be enough -- I'm Hermione Granger, by the way, who are you.
She said all this very fast.
Harry looked at Ron, and was relieved to see
by his stunned face that he hadn't learned all the course books by heart either.
"I'm Ron Weasley," Ron muttered.
"Harry Potter," said
"Are you really?" said Hermione. "I know all about
you, of course -- I got a few extra books. for background reading, and you're
in Modern Magical History and The Rise and Fall of the Dark Arts and Great Wizarding
Events of the Twentieth Century.
"Am I?" said Harry, feeling
"Goodness, didn't you know, I'd have found out everything I
could if it was me," said Hermione. "Do either of you know what house
you'll be in? I've been asking around, and I hope I'm in Gryffindor, it sounds
by far the best; I hear Dumbledore himself was in it, but I suppose Ravenclaw
wouldn't be too bad.... Anyway, we'd better go and look for Neville's toad. You
two had better change, you know, I expect we'll be there soon."
she left, taking the toadless boy with her.
"Whatever house I'm in,
I hope she's not in it," said Ron. He threw his wand back into his trunk.
"Stupid spell -- George gave it to me, bet he knew it was a dud."
"What house are your brothers in?" asked Harry.
said Ron. Gloom seemed to be settling on him again. "Mom and Dad were in
it, too. I don't know what they'll say if I'm not. I don't suppose Ravenclaw would
be too bad, but imagine if they put me in Slytherin."
the house Vol-, I mean, You-Know-Who was in?"
Ron. He flopped back into his seat, looking depressed.
I think the ends of Scabbers' whiskers are a bit lighter," said Harry, trying
to take Ron's mind off houses. "So what do your oldest brothers do now that
they've left, anyway?"
Harry was wondering what a wizard did once
he'd finished school.
"Charlie's in Romania studying dragons, and
Bill's in Africa doing something for Gringotts," said Ron. "Did you
Gringotts? It's been all over the Daily Prophet, but I don't
suppose you get that with the Muggles -- someone tried to rob a high security
"Really? What happened to them?"
"Nothing, that's why it's such big news. They haven't been caught. My dad
says it must've been a powerful Dark wizard to get round Gringotts, but they don't
think they took anything, that's what's odd. 'Course, everyone gets scared when
something like this happens in case You-Know-Who's behind it."
turned this news over in his mind. He was starting to get a prickle of fear every
time You- Know-Who was mentioned. He supposed this was all part of entering the
magical world, but it had been a lot more comfortable saying "Voldemort"
"What's your Quidditch team?" Ron asked.
"Er -- I don't know any," Harry confessed.
Ron looked dumbfounded. "Oh, you wait, it's the best game in the world --"
And he was off, explaining all about the four balls and the positions of the seven
players, describing famous games he'd been to with his brothers and the broomstick
he'd like to get if he had the money. He was just taking Harry through the finer
points of the game when the compartment door slid open yet again, but it wasn't
Neville the toadless boy, or Hermione Granger this time.
Three boys entered,
and Harry recognized the middle one at once: it was the pale boy from Madam Malkin's
robe shop. He was looking at Harry with a lot more interest than he'd shown back
in Diagon Alley.
"Is it true?" he said. "They're saying
all down the train that Harry Potter's in this compartment. So it's you, is it?"
"Yes," said Harry. He was looking at the other boys. Both of them were
thickset and looked extremely mean. Standing on either side of the pale boy, they
looked like bodyguards.
"Oh, this is Crabbe and this is Goyle,"
said the pale boy carelessly, noticing where Harry was looking. "And my name's
Malfoy, Draco Malfoy."
Ron gave a slight cough, which might have been
hiding a snigget. Draco Malfoy looked at him.
"Think my name's funny,
do you? No need to ask who you are. My father told me all the Weasleys have red
hair, freckles, and more children than they can afford."
back to Harry. "You'll soon find out some wizarding families are much better
than others, Potter. You don't want to go making friends with the wrong sort.
I can help you there."
He held out his hand to shake Harry's, but
Harry didn't take it.
"I think I can tell who the wrong sort are for
myself, thanks," he said coolly.
Draco Malfoy didn't go red, but a
pink tinge appeared in his pale cheeks.
"I'd be careful if I were
you, Potter," he said slowly. "Unless you're a bit politer you'll go
the same way as your parents. They didn't know what was good for them, either.
You hang around with riffraff like the Weasleys and that Hagrid, and it'll rub
off on you."
Both Harry and Ron stood up.
"Say that again,"
Ron said, his face as red as his hair.
"Oh, you're going to fight
us, are you?" Malfoy sneered.
"Unless you get out now,"
said Harry, more bravely than he felt, because Crabbe and Goyle were a lot bigger
than him or Ron.
"But we don't feet like leaving, do we, boys? We've
eaten all our food and you still seem to have some."
toward the Chocolate Frogs next to Ron - Ron leapt forward, but before he'd so
much as touched Goyle, Goyle let out a horrible yell.
Scabbers the rat
was hanging off his finger, sharp little teeth sunk deep into Goyle's knuckle
- Crabbe and Malfoy backed away as Goyle swung Scabbers round and round, howling,
and when Scabbets finally flew off and hit the window, all three of them disappeared
at once. Perhaps they thought there were more rats lurking among the sweets, or
perhaps they'd heard footsteps, because a second later, Hermione Granger had come
"What has been going on?" she said, looking at the sweets
all over the floor and Ron picking up Scabbers by his tail.
I think he's
been knocked out," Ron said to Harry. He looked closer at Scabbers. "No
-- I don't believe it -- he's gone back to sleep-"
And so he had.
"You've met Malfoy before?"
Harry explained about their meeting
in Diagon Alley.
"I've heard of his family," said Ron darkly.
"They were some of the first to come back to our side after You-Know-Who
disappeared. Said they'd been bewitched. My dad doesn't believe it. He says Malfoy's
father didn't need an excuse to go over to the Dark Side." He turned to Hermione.
"Can we help you with something?"
"You'd better hurry up
and put your robes on, I've just been up to the front to ask the conductor, and
he says we're nearly there. You haven't been fighting, have you? You'll be in
trouble before we even get there!"
"Scabbers has been fighting,
not us," said Ron, scowling at her. "Would you mind leaving while we
"All right -- I only came in here because people outside
are behaving very childishly, racing up and down the corridors," said Hermione
in a sniffy voice. "And you've got dirt on your nose, by the way, did you
Ron glared at her as she left. Harry peered out of the window.
It was getting dark. He could see mountains and forests under a deep purple sky.
The train did seem to be slowing down.
He and Ron took off their jackets
and pulled on their long black robes. Ron's were a bit short for him, you could
see his sneakers underneath them.
A voice echoed through the train: "We
will be reaching Hogwarts in five minutes' time. Please leave your luggage on
the train, it will be taken to the school separately."
lurched with nerves and Ron, he saw, looked pale under his freckles. They crammed
their pockets with the last of the sweets and joined the crowd thronging the corridor.
The train slowed right down and finally stopped. People pushed their way toward
the door and out on to a tiny, dark platform. Harry shivered in the cold night
air. Then a lamp came bobbing over the heads of the students, and Harry heard
a familiar voice: "Firs' years! Firs' years over here! All right there, Harry?"
Hagrid's big hairy face beamed over the sea of heads.
me -- any more firs' years? Mind yer step, now! Firs' years follow me!"
Slipping and stumbling, they followed Hagrid down what seemed to be a steep, narrow
path. It was so dark on either side of them that Harry thought there must be thick
trees there. Nobody spoke much. Neville, the boy who kept losing his toad, sniffed
once or twice.
"Ye' all get yer firs' sight o' Hogwarts in a sec,"
Hagrid called over his shoulder, "jus' round this bend here."
There was a loud "Oooooh!"
The narrow path had opened suddenly
onto the edge of a great black take. Perched atop a high mountain on the other
side, its windows sparkling in the starry sky, was a vast castle with many turrets
"No more'n four to a boat!" Hagrid called, pointing
to a fleet of little boats sitting in the water by the shore. Harry and Ron were
followed into their boat by Neville and Hermione. "Everyone in?" shouted
Hagrid, who had a boat to himself. "Right then -- FORWARD!"
the fleet of little boats moved off all at once, gliding across the lake, which
was as smooth as glass. Everyone was silent, staring up at the great castle overhead.
It towered over them as they sailed nearer and nearer to the cliff on which it
"Heads down!" yelled Hagrid as the first boats reached
the cliff; they all bent their heads and the little boats carried them through
a curtain of ivy that hid a wide opening in the cliff face. They were carried
along a dark tunnel, which seemed to be taking them right underneath the castle,
until they reached a kind of underground harbor, where they clambered out onto
rocks and pebbles.
"Oy, you there! Is this your toad?" said Hagrid,
who was checking the boats as people climbed out of them.
cried Neville blissfully, holding out his hands. Then they clambered up a passageway
in the rock after Hagrid's lamp, coming out at last onto smooth, damp grass right
in the shadow of the castle.
They walked up a flight of stone steps and
crowded around the huge, Oak front door.
"Everyone here? You there,
still got yer toad?"
Hagrid raised a gigantic fist and knocked three
times on the castle door.
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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