Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone (film)

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Dear Mr. Potter, We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone (released in the United States as Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone) is a 2001 film based on the book of the same name by J. K. Rowling.

Directed by Chris Columbus. Screenplay by Steve Kloves.
Let The Magic Begin (taglines)

Harry Potter[edit]

  • [reading his welcoming letter] "Dear Mr. Potter, We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry."

Draco Malfoy[edit]

  • You'll soon find out that some wizarding families are better than others, Potter. You don't want to go making friends with the wrong sort. I can help you there.

Severus Snape[edit]

  • [entering class room] There will be no foolish wand-waving or silly incantations in this class. As such, I don't expect many of you to appreciate the subtle science and exact art that is potion-making. However, for those select few who possess the predisposition, I can teach you how to bewitch the mind and ensnare the senses. I can tell you how to bottle fame, brew glory, and even put a stopper in death. Then again, maybe some of you have come to Hogwarts in possession of abilities so formidable that you feel confident enough to not pay attention! Mr. Potter. Our new celebrity. Tell me, what would I get if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood? You don't know? Well, let's try again. Where, Mr. Potter, would you look if I asked you to find me a bezoar?...And what is the difference between monkshood and wolfsbane?...Pity. Clearly, fame isn't everything, is it, Mr. Potter?

Dumbledore[edit]

  • It does not do to dwell on dreams, and forget to live.
  • To the well-organized mind, death is but the next great adventure.
  • The truth is a beautiful and terrible thing, and should therefore be treated with caution.
  • Only a person who wanted to find the Stone - find it, but not use it - would be able to get it. That is one of my more brilliant ideas. And between you and me, that is saying something.

Lord Voldemort[edit]

  • There is no good and evil. There is only power... and those too weak to seek it.

Dialogue[edit]

[First lines]
Dumbledore: (To cat) I should have known that you would be here... Professor McGonagall.
(The cat turns into McGonagall)
McGonagall: Good evening, Professor Dumbledore. Are the rumors true, Albus?
Dumbledore: I'm afraid so, Professor. The good and the bad.
McGonagall: And the boy?
Dumbledore: Hagrid is bringing him.
McGonagall: Do you really think it wise trusting Hagrid with something as important as this?
Dumbledore: Ah, Professor. I would trust Hagrid with my life.
(Hagrid appears on a flying motorcycle)
Hagrid: Professor Dumbledore, sir. Professor McGonagall.
Dumbledore: Ah, Hagrid. No trouble, I assume?
Hagrid: No, sir. Little tyke fell asleep just as we were flying over Bristol. (hands Dumbledore a bundle - Harry) Try not to wake him.
(Dumbledore takes Harry and heads for the Dursleys)
McGonagall: Do you think it's safe, leaving him with these people? I've watched them all day, they're the worst sort of... Muggles imaginable. They really are--
Dumbledore: The only family he has.
McGonagall: This boy will be famous. There won't be a child in our world that doesn't know his name.
Dumbledore: Exactly. He's better off growing up away from all that... until he is ready.
(Dumbledore places Harry on the doorstep. Hagrid snivels.)
Dumbledore: There, there, Hagrid. It's not really goodbye, after all.
(Hagrid nods)
Dumbledore: (Places a letter on Harry) Good luck... Harry Potter.

Dudley: How many are there?!
Uncle Vernon: 36, counted them myself.
Dudley: 36?! But last year, last year I got 37!
Uncle Vernon: Well, some are a bit bigger than last year's -
Dudley: I DON'T CARE HOW BIG THEY ARE!

Uncle Vernon: [grabs Harry by the hair] What happened?!
Harry: I swear, I don't know! One minute, the glass was there and then it was gone! It was like magic!
Uncle Vernon: [puts Harry in the stairway, in a fierce tone] There's no such thing as magic! [slam the door]

Uncle Vernon: Fine day Sunday. In my opinion, best day of the week. Why is that, Dudley?
Harry: [when Dudley doesn't answer] Because there’s no post on Sundays?
Uncle Vernon: Right you are, Harry! No post on Sundays. Hah!

Harry: Who are you?
Hagrid: Rubeus Hagrid, Keeper of Keys and Grounds at Hogwarts. Of course, you know all about Hogwarts.
Harry: Sorry, no.
Hagrid: No? Blimey, Harry, did you never wonder where yer parents learned it all?
Harry: All what?
Hagrid: Yer a wizard, Harry.
Harry: I-- I'm a what?
Hagrid: A wizard! And a thumpin' good 'un, I'll wager, once you've been trained up a bit.
Harry: I think you've made a mistake. I mean, I... can't be a... a wizard. I mean, I'm... just... Harry. Just Harry.
Hagrid: Well, "Just Harry"... did you ever make anything happen? Anything you couldn't explain when you were angry or scared?

Harry: [to the Dursleys; angrily] You knew! You knew all along and you never told me?!
Aunt Petunia: [bitterly] Of course we knew! How could you not be? My perfect sister being what she was? My mother and father were so proud the day she got her letter. "We have a witch in the family. Isn't it wonderful?" I was the only one who saw her for what she was: a freak! And then she met that Potter, and she had you, and I knew you'd be the same. Just as strange, just as... abnormal. And then, if you please, she went and got herself blown up and we got landed with you!
Harry: "Blown up"?! You told me my parents died in a car crash!
Hagrid: A CAR CRASH?! A car crash kill Lily an' James Potter?!
Aunt Petunia: [sheepishly] We had to tell him something...
Hagrid: It's an outrage! It's a scandal!
Uncle Vernon: He will not be going!
Hagrid: [somewhat amused] Oh, and I suppose a great Muggle like yourself's gonna stop him, are ya?
Harry: "Muggle"?
Hagrid: Err, non-magic folk. [to the Dursleys, angrily] This boy's had his name down ever since he was born! He's going to the finest school of Witchcraft and Wizardry in the world, and he'll be under the finest headmaster that Hogwarts has ever seen: Albus Dumbledore. [In the meantime, Hagrid is unaware of Dudley stealing the cake he made for Harry]
Uncle Vernon: I will not pay to have some crackpot old fool teach him magic tricks!
[Visibly angered, Hagrid takes out his umbrella and points it threateningly at Uncle Vernon.]
Hagrid: Never. Insult. Albus Dumbledore. In front of me.
[Hagrid sees Dudley eating Harry's cake and points his umbrella at him. A Pig's tail appears on his backside. The Dursley scream and run out of the room]

Ollivander: Curious.... Very curious...
Harry: Sorry...but what's curious?
Ollivander: I remember every wand I've ever sold, Mr Potter. Every single wand. And it just so happens that the phoenix, whose tail feather resides in your wand, gave another feather. Just one other. It is curious that you should be destined for this wand, when its brother gave you that scar.
Harry: ....And who owned that wand?
Ollivander: We do not speak his name. The wand chooses the wizard, Mr. Potter. It's not always clear why. But. I think it is clear that we can expect great things from you, Mr Potter. After all, He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named did great things also. Terrible, yes... but great.

Harry: He killed my parents, didn't he? The one who gave me this. [points to his scar. Hagrid looks hesitant respond] You know, Hagrid, I know you do.
Hagrid: [sighs and leans towards him] First - and understand this, Harry, 'cause it's very important - not all wizards are good. Some of them go bad. And a few years ago, there was one wizard who went as bad as you can go. And his name was V-- [becomes tense] His name was V--
Harry: Maybe if you wrote it down?
Hagrid: Nah, I can't spell it. All right... [in a whisper] Voldemort.
Harry: Voldemort?
Hagrid: [frantically] Shh! It was dark times, Harry, dark times.
[As Hagrid narrates, we see a flashback of a robed, hooded figure - Voldemort - breaking into Harry's parents' home and striking his mother dead; it ends just as Voldemort aims his wand at baby Harry]
Hagrid: Voldemort started to gather some followers; brought 'em over to the dark side. Anyone that stood up to him ended up dead. Your parents fought against him, but nobody lived once he decided to kill 'em. Nobody. Not one. Except you.
Harry: Me? Voldemort tried to kill... me?
Hagrid: Yes. That ain't no ordinary cut on yer forehead. A mark like that only comes from bein' touched by a curse, and an evil curse at that.
Harry: And what happened to Vol-- To You-Know-Who?
Hagrid: Well, some say he died. Codswallop in my opinion. Nope, I reckon he's still out there somewhere, too tired to carry on. But one thing's fer certain: Somethin' about you stumped him that night. That's why you're famous. That's why everyone knows your name. You're the Boy Who Lived.

Hermione: Has anyone seen a toad? A boy named Neville has lost one.
Ron: No.
Hermione: [sees Ron attempting magic] Oh, are you doing magic? Let's see then.
Ron: Sunshine, daisies, butter mellow... turn this stupid, fat rat yellow!
[Nothing happens]
Hermione: Are you sure that's a real spell? Well, it's not very good is it? [Ron gives Harry an indignant and exasperated look] Of course, I've only tried a few simple ones myself, but they've all worked for me. For example, [sits in front of Harry] Oculus Reparo.
[She waves her wand and Harry's glasses are immediately fixed.]
Hermione: That's better, isn't it? [realizes who he is] Holy cricket, you're Harry Potter! I'm Hermione Granger. [looks at Ron] And... you are?
Ron: [muffled] Um, Ron Weasley.
Hermione: Pleasure. You two best change into robes, I expect we'll be arriving soon. [leaves, but turns around to face Ron] You've got dirt on your nose, by the way. Did you know? Just there.
[Ron, annoyed, rubs his nose and finds she is right]

Draco Malfoy: So it's true, then. What they're saying on the train. Harry Potter has come to Hogwarts. [All the first years murmur in excitement; Draco indicates two boys next to him] This is Crabbe, and Goyle. And I'm Malfoy. Draco Malfoy. [Ron snickers; Draco turns to glare at him] Think my name's funny, do you? Well, no need to ask yours. Red hair, and a hand-me-down-robe? You must be a Weasley. [turns back to Harry] You'll soon find out some wizarding families are better than others, Potter. You don't want to go making friends with the wrong sort. I can help you there. [offers his hand]
Harry: [coldly] I think I can tell the wrong sort for myself, thanks.

[Harry has just joined the Gryffindor Quidditch team.]
Ron: Fred and George are on the team too. Beaters.
Fred: Our job is to make sure that you don't get bloodied up too much! Can't make any promises. Rough game, Quidditch.
George: Brutal! But no one's died in years. Someone will vanish occasionally (Harry and Ron walk off) but they'll turn up in a month or two!

Oliver: (Leading Harry to practice, carrying a trunk) Quidditch is easy enough to understand. Each team has seven players: Three Chasers, two Beaters, one Keeper, and a Seeker. That's you. (Opens trunk and takes a round ball with four indents in it out) There are three kinds of balls. (Tosses it to Harry) This one's called the Quaffle. The Chasers handle the Quaffle and try to put it through one of those three hoops. (Points to three hoops on opposite end of field.) The Keeper, that's me, defends the hoops. With me so far?
Harry: I think so. (Tosses Quaffle back to Oliver) What are those? (Acknowledges two other balls)
Oliver: Oh. (Takes out a bat, a little shorter that a baseball bat) You better take this. (Hands bat to Harry, then unlatches one of the balls from trunk. It shoots up into the air, then zooms back down) Careful now, it's comin' back.
(Harry whacks the ball with the bat. The ball zooms off in another direction)
Oliver: Not bad, Potter. You'd make a fair Beater. (The ball comes back heading directly for Oliver) Uh-oh. (It whacks him in the chest, knocking him over. He fights with it to get it back in the trunk. He eventually succeeds, and locks it back in)
Harry: What was that thing?
Oliver: (Panting) Bludger. Nasty little buggers. But you... (Points to Harry)...are a Seeker. (Takes out walnut-sized gold ball with silver wings) The only thing I want you to worry about is this. The Golden Snitch. (Hands it to Harry)
Harry: I like this ball.
Oliver: Ah, you like it now. Just wait. It's wicked fast and damn near impossible to see.
Harry: What do I do with it?
Oliver: You catch it... before the other team's Seeker. You catch this, the game's over. You catch this, Potter, and we win.

Hagrid: Ron, Hermione, you'll come with me.
Ron: (In a timid, high voice) Okay.
Hagrid: And Harry, you'll go with Malfoy.
[Harry nods]
Malfoy: Alright, then I get Fang.
Hagrid: Fine. Just so you know, he's a bloody coward.
(Malfoy and Harry look over at Fang, who whimpers)

[Harry enters a dungeon and discovers Quirrell in front of the Mirror of Erised]
Harry: You?! No, it can't-- it can't be! Snape, he was-- he was the one who--
Quirrell: Yes, Snape. He does seem the type, doesn't he? Next to him, who would suspect p-p-p-poor st-st-st-stuttering Professor Quirrell?
Harry: But that day, during the Quidditch match, Snape tried to kill me.
Quirrell: No, dear boy. I tried to kill you! And trust me, if Snape's cloak hadn't caught fire and broken my eye contact, I would have succeeded! Even with Snape muttering his little counter-curse.
Harry: Snape was... trying to save me?
Quirrell: I knew you were a danger to me right from the off. Especially after Halloween.
Harry: Th-th-then you let the troll in!
Quirrell: Very good, Potter, yes. Snape, unfortunately, wasn't fooled. While everyone else was running about the dungeons, he went to the third floor to head me off. He, of course, never trusted me again. He barely left me alone. But he doesn't understand - I'm never alone. Never. Now, what does this mirror do? Yes, I see what I desire. I see myself holding the stone. But how do I get it?!
Creepy Voice: Use the boy.
Quirrell: Come here, Potter! NOW!
[Harry walks to Quirrell and the Mirror of Erised]
Quirrell: Now... tell me. What do you see?
[Harry sees his reflection take out the Philosopher's Stone, then places it into his pocket. He realizes that it actually is in his pocket.]
Quirrell: What is it, what do you see?!
Harry: I-- I'm shaking hands with Dumbledore. I've won the House Cup.
Creepy Voice: He lies.
Quirrell: Tell the truth! What do you see?!
Creepy Voice: Let me speak to him.
Quirrell: Master, you are not strong enough!
Creepy Voice: I have strength enough for this...
[Quirrell unwraps his turban, revealing a hideous face on the back of his head - Voldemort.]
Voldemort: Harry Potter. We meet again.
Harry: Voldemort?
Voldemort: Yes. You see what I've become? See what I must do to survive? Live off another, a mere parasite. Unicorn blood can sustain me, but it cannot give me a body of my own. But there is something that can. Something that, conviently enough, lies in your pocket!
[Harry attempts to escape]
Voldemort: Stop him!
[Quirrell blocks Harry by snapping his fingers, causing a large fire to block off the entrance]
Voldemort: Don't be a fool. Why suffer a horrific death, when you can join me and live?
Harry: Never!
Voldemort: [laughs] Bravery. Your parents had it too. Tell me, Harry... would you like to see your mother and father again? [Harry's parents appear in the Mirror of Erised] Together, we can bring them back. All I ask is for something in return.
[Harry pulls the Stone out of his pocket.]
Voldemort: That's it, Harry. There is no good and evil. There is only power... and those too weak to seek it. Together, we'll do extraordinary things! Just give me the Stone!
[Harry's parents disappear from the mirror]
Harry: You liar!
Voldemort: Kill him!
[Quirrell flies into the air and begins choking Harry. Harry grabs Quirrell's wrist, which immediately begins to burn and turn into ash. Quirrell lets go of Harry in fear.]
Quirrell: [panicking] What is this magic?!
Voldemort: Fool! Get the Stone!
[Quirrell reaches for the Stone with his other hand. Harry puts his hands on Quirrell's face, causing his face to burn and turn to ash too. Quirrell screams in agony, and turns to ash, until there is nothing but his robes. Harry grabs the Stone. Behind him the ghost of Voldemort rushes at Harry, knocks him out and escapes while the camera pans towards the Stone.]

[Last lines]
Hermione: Feels strange to be going home, doesn't it?
Harry: I'm not going home... not really.

Deleted Scenes[edit]

Hermione: Look at you playing with your cards. Pathetic! We've got final exams coming up soon.
Ron: I'm ready! Ask me any question.
Hermione: All right, what are the three most crucial ingredients in a Forgetfulness Potion?
Ron: ... I forgot.
Hermione: And what, may I ask, do you plan to do if this comes up in the final exam?
Ron: Copy off you?
Hermione: No, you won't! Besides, according to Professor McGonagall, we're to be given special quills bewitched with an anti-cheating spell.
Ron: That's insulting! It's as if they don't trust us! [checks a card, irritated] Dumbledore again!

Ron: [Neville comes hopping in, his legs apparently stuck together] Leg-Locker Curse?
Harry: Malfoy.
Ron: You have got to start standing up to people, Neville.
Neville Longbottom: [wobbling uncontrollably] How? I can barely stand at all!
Seamus Finnigan: [jumping up, wand at the ready] I'll do the counter-curse!
Neville Longbottom: No, that's all I need... you to set my bloody kneecaps on fire!
Seamus Finnigan: [slamming his wand down] I don't appreciate the insinuation, Longbottom. Besides, if anyone cares to notice, my eyebrows have completely grown back! [stalks off angrily, showing a large chunk of hair missing from the back of his head]
Harry: I found him! [hands Ron a Chocolate Frog card of Dumbledore]
Ron: 'Dumbledore is particularly famous for his defeat of the Dark Wizard Grindelwald in 1945-'
Harry: Go on.
Ron: '-for his discovery of the 12 uses of Dragon Blood, and his work on alchemy with his partner Nicolas Flamel!'
Harry: I knew the name sounded familiar, I read it on the train that day.
Hermione: [beaming excitedly] Follow me!
[the Trio tears out of the Great Hall, leaving poor Neville still flailing around]
Neville Longbottom: Hey, wait, where are you going? What about the counter-curse?! [before he can say another word he topples over backwards, sparking a fresh round of laughter from the other students]

Taglines[edit]

  • Let The Magic Begin.
  • Journey Beyond Your Imagination.

Cast[edit]

External links[edit]

Harry Potter
Film series
Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone book film
Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets book film
Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban book film
Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire book film
Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix book film
Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince book film
Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows book Part 1 film - Part 2 film