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Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone (film)

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Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone (released in the United States as Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone) is a 2001 American animated science fiction adventure film about a young boy with a great destiny, rescued from the outrageous neglect of his aunt and uncle, who proves his worth while attending Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Directed by Chris Columbus. Screenplay by Steve Kloves, based on the book of the same name by J. K. Rowling.
Let the Magic Begin. (taglines)
"This boy will be famous! There won't be a child in our world that doesn't know his name!"
"Exactly. He's far better off growing up away from all of that... Until he is ready."
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.
"All students must be equipped with a one standard size two pewter cauldron, and may bring, if they desire, either an owl, a cat, or a toad. Can we find all this in London?"
"If you know where to go."
You're a wizard, Harry.

Albus Dumbledore

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  • SIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIILEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEENCE!!!!!!!!!!!! Everyone will please not panic!

Severus Snape

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  • There will be no 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.

Dialogue

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Dumbledore: [to the cat] I should have known that you would be here.... Professor McGonagall.
[The cat turns into McGonagall.]
McGonagall: [tearfully] Good evening, Professor Dumbledore. Are the rumours 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 think it wise to trust 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: No problems, I trust, Hagrid?
Hagrid: No, sir. Little tyke fell asleep just as we were flying over Bristol. [hands Dumbledore a bundle – Harry] Try not to wake him. There you go.
[Dumbledore takes Harry and heads for the Dursleys]
McGonagall: Albus, do you really think it's safe, leaving him with these people? I have 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 far better off growing up away from all of that... until he is ready. [Dumbledore places Harry on the doorstep. Hagrid snivels.] There, there, Hagrid. It's not really goodbye, after all. [Hagrid nods. Dumbledore places a letter on Harry.] Good luck, Harry Potter.
Aunt Petunia: [as the lights turn on] Up! Get up! [She knocks the cupboard door and sighs.] Now! [walks to the kitchen]
[Harry turns the lamp on and puts his glasses on. Dudley, Vernon and Petunia's son, runs down the stairs, feeling excited of his birthday today. As he stops going to the kitchen, he runs back up the stairs, jumping up and down stomping the stairs to wake Harry up.]
Dudley: [Harry looks up the staircase as dust falls.] Wake up, cousin! We're going to the zoo!
[Harry gets up off his bed. Dudley runs back down the stairs, laughing. As Harry opens the cupboard door, Dudley shoves him and closes the door.]
Aunt Petunia: [Harry opens the door and walks to the kitchen.] Oh, here he comes the birthday boy!
Uncle Vernon: Happy birthday son.
Aunt Petunia: Why don't you just cook the breakfast and try not to burn anything.
Harry: Yes, Aunt Petunia.
Aunt Petunia: [closes Dudley's eyes] I want everything to be perfect for my Dudley's special day! [Harry brings the frying pan and tries to hold the bacon with a spatula.]
Uncle Vernon: Hurry up! Bring my coffee, boy!
Harry: Yes, Uncle Vernon.
Aunt Petunia: [opens Dudley's eyes, and he looks at 36 gifts.] Aren't they wonderful, darling?
Dudley: [about his gifts] How many are there?
Uncle Vernon: 36, counted them myself.
Dudley: 36?! But last year, last year I had 37!
Uncle Vernon: [stammers] Yes, well, some are quite a bit bigger than last year's.
Dudley: I don't care how big they are!
Uncle Vernon: Oh, now, now, now, this is what we're going to do. Is that when we go out, we're going to buy you two new presents. How's that pumpkin?
[Harry and the Dursleys head to the car to London Zoo.]
Aunt Petunia: It should be a lovely day at the zoo. I'm really looking forward to it.
Uncle Vernon: I'm warning you now, boy. Any funny business, any at all, and you won't have any meals for a week. Get in.
[Dudley and Vernon are banging on the glass at a snake habitat at the reptile house in the zoo]
Dudley: Make it move.
Uncle Vernon: Move.
Dudley: MOVE!!!!
Harry: He's asleep!
Dudley: He's boring. [The Dursleys leave the snake habitat.]
Harry: Sorry about him. He doesn't understand what it's like, lying there day after day, watching people press their ugly faces in on you. [The snake looks straight at Harry.] Can you hear me? [the snake nods] It's just… I've never talked to a snake before. Do you… I mean… Do you talk to people often? [the snake shakes his head] You're from Burma, aren't you? Was it nice there? Did you miss your family? [The snake indicates a sign with its head saying "Bred in captivity".] I see. But's that's me as well. I never knew my parents, either.
Dudley: [rushing over and shoving Harry out of the way] Mummy, Dad, come here; you won't believe what this snake is doing! [Harry looks at Dudley, the entire pane of glass vanishes; Dudley stumbles and falls in the water] Whoa! Whoa! Ah!
[The snake slithers out and looks at Harry]
Snake: Thankssss.
Harry: Any time.
[The snake makes his escape, heading for the door]
Man: SNAKE!
[The crowd panics. Dudley gets up, but panics when he finds the glass has reappeared]
Dudley: MUMMY!! MUMMY!! [Petunia notices him and screams in horror] MUM, HELP ME!! HELP ME!!
Aunt Petunia: My darling boy! How did you get in there! Who did this? [Harry chuckles] How did you get in there? Is there a… Is there a snake? [Vernon glares at Harry]
Aunt Petunia: It's all right, sweetheart. It's all right. We'll get you out of these terrible clothes.
Uncle Vernon: [closes the door] WHAT HAPPENED?!?!
Harry: I swear, I don't know! [Vernon growls] One minute the glass was there then it was gone, it was like magic!
[Vernon scoffs. He shoves Harry into the cupboard under the stairs, closes the cupboard door and locks it]
Uncle Vernon: There's no such thing as magic! [closes the shutter]
[Harry walks into the kitchen with mail, delivered by an owl. He gives the mail to Vernon except the letter as he looks at it.]
Uncle Vernon: Oh, Marge is ill. Ate a funny whelk. [Dudley sees Harry's letter]
Dudley: Dad! Look! Harry's got a letter!
Harry: Hey, give it back! It's mine!
Uncle Vernon: Yours? Who'd be writing to you? [He looks at the back of the letter saying "MR H. POTTER. THE CUPBOARD UNDER THE STAIRS.", and the front with the Hogwarts logo. He looks at Harry, as Harry gulps in horror.]
Uncle Vernon: Fine day Sunday. In my opinion, best day of the week. Why is that, Dudley?
Harry: [when Dudley doesn't answer] 'Cause there's no post on Sundays?
Uncle Vernon: Right you are, Harry. [takes cookie from Harry] No post on Sundays. HAH!! [Harry looks at the window and he sees an owl's silhouette.] No blasted letters today! No, sir. Not one single bloody letter. Not one! [Harry looks through the window and looks at a flock of owls all over the Dursleys' house.] No, sir, not one blasted, miserable– [A letter comes out of the fireplace, which hits Vernon's face.]
[The house quakes as Harry and the Dursleys look at the fireplace and Vernon covers his ears. Several letters come out of the fireplace and scatter all around house.]
Dudley: Aah! Make it stop! Please make it stop!
Uncle Vernon: STOP IT!! STOP IT!!!!
Dudley: What is it?!
[Harry walks onto the table to catch a letter.]
Dudley: Please tell me what's happening?!
Uncle Vernon: Go away! AAH!! [Harry catches a letter.] Give me that! Give me that letter!
[Harry runs to the cupboard, but Vernon grabs him.]
Harry: Get off! [they shout] They're my letters! Let go of me! [The plank that Vernon screwed to the door blocking the mail slot breaks in half, and the letters come out the mail slot.]
Uncle Vernon: [angry] That's it! We're going away, FAR AWAY! Where they can't find us!
Dudley: [to Aunt Petunia] Daddy's gone mad, hasn't he?!
[The Dursleys and Harry are now in a shack in the middle of the ocean; Someone begins banging on the door as if to knock it in]
Uncle Vernon: [nervously, wielding a double-barreled shotgun] Who's there?
[The door breaks off its hinges and an enormous, towering man steps inside]
Hagrid: Sorry 'bout that. [Picks the door up and puts it back]
Uncle Vernon: I demand that you leave at once, sir! You are breaking and entering!
Hagrid: [contemptuously] Dry up, Dursley, you great prune. [grabs the shotgun and bends the barrels, Vernon fires into the ceiling. Hagrid looks at Dudley] Well, I haven't seen you since you was a baby, Harry, but you're a bit more along then I would have expected; particularly 'round the middle.
Dudley: I'm not... I'm not Harry.
Harry: I am.
Hagrid: Well of course you are! Got somethin' for yer. [Gives Harry a box] 'fraid I might have sat on it at some point but I imagine it'll taste fine just the same. Baked it myself, words and all.
Harry: Thank you! [Harry opens the box to reveal a small cake with pink icing and the words "HAPPEE BIRTHDAE HARRY" written in green]
Hagrid: It's not everyday your young man turns 11, now is it?
Harry: Excuse me, but, 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 ever wonder where your Mum and Dad learned it all?
Harry: Learnt what?
Hagrid: You're 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? Um Hum.
Harry: [Hagrid pulls a letter from his pocket and hands it to Harry] Dear Mr. Potter, we are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
Uncle Vernon: He will not be going! We swore when we took him in that we would put a stop to all of this rubbish!
Harry: [to the Dursleys; angrily after Vernon refuses Harry's entrance to Hogwarts because they swore when they took him in to "put a stop to all this rubbish"] 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: [shocked and angry] A car crash?! A car crash killed Lily and James Potter?!
Aunt Petunia: [sheepishly] We had to say 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: 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 whips 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 Dudley's bottom. The Dursleys scream and run out of the room] I'd appreciate it if you didn't tell anyone at Hogwarts about that. Strictly speakin' I'm not supposed to do magic.
Harry: Ok.
Hagrid: We're a bit behind schedule. Best be off. Unless you'd rather stay, of course.
Harry: All students must be equipped with a one standard size two pewter cauldron, and may bring, if they desire, either an owl, a cat, or a toad. Can we find all this in London?
Hagrid: If you know where to go.
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! After all, He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named did great things. 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 to 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 ya 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] 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. 'cept 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: [clears throat] 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.] 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: [chagrined] 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 sniggers; Draco turns to glare at him] Think my name's funny, do you? 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 and Ron run into McGonagall's classroom. She is in cat form sitting on her desk]
Ron: Whew! Made it! Can you imagine the look on old McGonagall's face if we were late?
[The cat leaps from the desk and turns into McGonagall, who goes over to Harry and Ron.]
Ron: That was bloody brilliant!
McGonagall: Oh, thank you for that assessment, Mr. Weasley. Perhaps it would be more useful if I were to transfigure Mr. Potter and yourself into a pocket watch? That way, one of you might be on time.
Harry: We got lost.
McGonagall: Then perhaps a map? I trust you don't need one to find your seats.
[As McGonagall goes over to her desk, Harry and Ron sit next to each other.]
[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 badly! 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!
[After their fiasco with a three-headed dog.]
Ron: What do they think they're doing? Keepin' a thing like that locked up in a school?
Hermione: You don't use your eyes, do you? Didn't you see what it was standing on?
Ron: I wasn't lookin' at its feet! I was a bit preoccupied with its heads. Or maybe you didn't notice. There were three!
Hermione: It was standing on a trapdoor. Which means, it wasn't there by accident. It's guarding something.
Harry: Guarding something?
Hermione: That's right. Now, if you two don't mind, I'm going to bed before either of you come up with another clever idea to get us killed. Or worse, expelled. [Goes into the girl’s dormitory]
Ron: She needs to sort out her priorities!
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 right through the gap of a statue that has crossed swords] 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.
[Talking about Snape after the Quidditch match when he was accused of jinxing Harry's broom]
Hagrid: Nonsense! Why would Snape put a curse on Harry's broom?
Harry: Who knows? Why was he trying to get past that three-headed dog on Halloween?
Hagrid: Who told you about Fluffy?
Ron: "Fluffy"?!
Hermione: That thing has a name?
Hagrid: Of course, he's got a name! He's mine! I bought him off an Irish feller I met down at the pub last year. Then I lent him to Dumbledore to guard the–
Harry: Yes?
Hagrid: Shouldn't have said that. No more questions! Don't ask any more questions. That's top-secret, that is.
Harry: But, Hagrid, whatever Fluffy's guarding, Snape's trying to steal it.
Hagrid: Codswallop! Professor Snape is a Hogwarts teacher!
Hermione: Hogwarts teacher or not, I know a spell when I see one. I've read all about them. You've got to keep eye contact and Snape wasn't blinking.
Harry: Exactly.
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: Okay, then I get Fang.
Hagrid: Fine. Just so's you know, he's a bloody coward.
[Malfoy and Harry look over at Fang, who whimpers]
Firenze: Harry Potter, you must leave. You are known to many creatures here. The Forest is not safe at this time, especially for you.
Harry: But what was that thing you saved me from?
Firenze: A monstrous creature. [indicates the dead Unicorn] It is a terrible crime to slay a Unicorn. Drinking a Unicorn's blood will keep you alive even if you are an inch from death, but at a terrible price, for you have slain something so pure, that from the moment the blood touches your lips, you will have a half-life. A cursed life.
Harry: But who would choose such a life?
Firenze: Can you think of no one?
Harry: Do you mean to say, that-that thing that killed the Unicorn, that was drinking its blood... that was Voldemort?
Firenze: Do you know what is hidden in the school at this very moment, Mr. Potter?
Harry: The Sorcerer's Stone.
[Hagrid, Ron and Hermione appear]
Hermione: Harry!
Hagrid: Hello there, Firenze. See you've met our young Mr. Potter. You alright there, Harry?
Harry: [nods] Mm-hm.
Firenze: Harry Potter, this is where I leave you. You're safe now. Good luck.
[Snape has approached Harry, Ron and Hermione]
Snape: Now, what would three young Gryffindors such as yourselves be doing inside on a day like this?
Hermione: We... [Snape looks to her, expecting an answer]...we were just...
Snape: You ought to be more careful. People may think you're...[Snape notices Harry eyeing him cautiously. He glares sharply at Harry]...up to something.
[Harry enters a room 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. He does seem the type, doesn't he? But 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?!
Voldemort: Use the boy.
Quirrell: COME HERE, POTTER! NOW! [Harry walks to Quirrell and the Mirror of Erised] Tell me. What do you see? [Harry sees his reflection take out the Sorcerer's Stone, then places it into his pocket. He realizes that it actually is in his pocket.] What is it, what do you see?!
Harry: I– I'm shaking hands with Dumbledore. I've won the House Cup.
Voldemort: [in a voiceover] He lies.
Quirrell: TELL THE TRUTH! WHAT DO YOU SEE?!?
Voldemort: Let me speak to him.
Quirrell: Master, you are not strong enough!
Voldemort: 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, conveniently enough, lies in your pocket. [Harry attempts to escape] STOP HIM! [Quirrell blocks Harry by snapping his fingers, causing a large fire to block off the entrance] Don't be a fool. Why suffer a horrific death, when you can join me and live?
Harry: [angrily] 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.] That's it, Harry. There is no good and evil. There is only power... and those too weak to seek it. Together, we can do extraordinary' things. Just give me the Stone!
[Harry's parents disappear from the mirror]
Harry: [screams] YOU LIAR!!!!
Voldemort: KILL HIM!!!!!!!!!!!! [Quirrell flies through the air and begins choking Harry. Harry tries to reach for the Stone, but grabs Quirrell's wrist, and suddenly makes it immediately begin to burn and turn into ash. Quirrell gasps, screams in pain and horror, and lets go of Harry as his hand crumbles away]
Quirrell: 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 left but his robes. Harry grabs the Stone. Behind him, the spirit of Voldemort rushes at Harry, knocks him out and escapes while the camera pans towards the Stone.]
[Harry wakes up in the hospital wing, puts on his glasses, and smiled to see his presents on the table]
Dumbledore: Good afternoon, Harry. [sees candies and cards on table] Ah, tokens from your admirers.
Harry: Admirers?
Dumbledore: What happened down in the dungeons between you and Professor Quirrell is a complete secret. So, naturally, the whole school knows. Ah, I see your friend Ronald has saved you the trouble of opening your Chocolate Frogs.
Harry: Ron was here? Is he alright? What about Hermione?
Dumbledore: Fine. They're both just fine.
Harry: But what happened to the Stone?
Dumbledore: Relax, dear boy. The Stone has been destroyed. My friend Nicholas and I have had a little chat, and agreed it was best, all around.
Harry: But, then Flamel... he'll die, won't he?
Dumbledore: He has enough elixir to set his affairs in order. But yes, he will die.
Harry: How is it I got the Stone, Sir? One minute I was standing in the Mirror, and the next...
Dumbledore: Ah, you see, 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.
Harry: Does that mean, with the Stone gone that is, that Voldemort can never come back?
Dumbledore: Ah, I'm afraid... there are ways in which he can return. Harry, do you know why Professor Quirrell couldn't bear to have you touch him? [Harry shakes his head] It was because of your mother. She sacrificed herself for you, and that kind of act leaves a mark. [Harry reaches up to touch his scar] No, no. This kind of mark cannot be seen. It lives in your very skin.
Harry: What is it?
Dumbledore: [smiling] Love, Harry. Love. [walks back to the table] Ah, Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans. [picks it up] I was most unfortunate in my youth to come across a vomit-flavored one, and since then I'm afraid I've lost my liking for them. But, I think I could be safe with a nice toffee. [eats one bean] Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm, alas. Earwax.
[Harry smiles]
[Last lines]
Hermione: Feels strange to be going home, doesn't it?
Harry: I'm not going home, not really.

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[Dudley is in his new school uniform having his picture taken. Harry enters the room as Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia proudly snap pictures of their son.].
Harry: Will I have to wear that too?
Petunia: You? Go to Smeltings? [Harry nods, questionably]
Uncle Vernon: HA!!!!
[The family laughs.]
Aunt Petunia: Don't be so stupid, you're going to go the state school where you belong. [Goes to the kitchen and fishes out a grey shirt in a boiler.] And this is what you're gonna be wearing when I've finished dyeing it.
Harry: But that's Dudley's old uniform. It'll fit me like bits of old elephant skin.
[Hedwig has just flown down to the table where Harry, Ron and Hermoine are studying]
Harry: Hi, Hedwig.
Hermione: [after a brief pause] 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! [Neville comes hopping in, his legs apparently stuck together] Leg-Locker Curse?
Harry: Malfoy.
[Neville approaches them amidst laughter from the other students]
Ron: You have got to start standing up to people, Neville.
Neville: [wobbling uncontrollably] How? I can barely stand at all!
Seamus: [jumping up, wand at the ready] I'll do the counter-curse!
Neville: No, that's all I need... you to set my bloody kneecaps on fire!
Seamus: [slamming his wand down angrily] 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: Hey, wait, where are you going? What about the counter-curse?! [before he can say another word he topples over backwards, the other students start laughing]

Taglines

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  • Let the Magic Begin.
  • Journey Beyond Your Imagination.
  • Let the Feast, Begin.

Cast

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Harry Potter  (book series, film series) by J. K. Rowling
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 films part 1 and part 2
Harry Potter and the Cursed Child play
last words in Harry Potter media books films games
Fantastic Beasts & Where To Find Them book film
Fantastic Beasts: The Crimes of Grindelwald film
Fantastic Beasts: The Secrets of Dumbledore film
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