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Harry Potter
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Harry Potter
And the Sorcerer’s Stone
ALSO BY J . K . ROWLING
Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone
Year One at Hogwarts
Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets
Year Two at Hogwarts
Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban
Year Three at Hogwarts
Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire
Year Four at Hogwarts
Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix
Year Five at Hogwarts
Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince
Year Six at Hogwarts
Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows
Year Seven at Hogwarts
Harry Potterand the Sorcerer’s Stone
BY
J. K. Rowling
ILLUSTRATIONS BY Mary GrandPré
A RTHUR A. L EVINE B OOKS
A N IMPRINT O F SCHOLASTIC Press.
For Jessica, who loves stories
for Anne, who loved them too;
and for Di, who heard this one first.
Text copyright © 1997 by J.K. Rowling
Illustrations by Mary GrandPré copyright © 1998 Warner Bros.
All rights reserved. Published by Scholastic Press, a division of Scholastic Inc.,
Publishers since 1920
SCHOLASTIC, SCHOLASTIC PRESS, and the LANTERN LOGO
are trademarks and/or registered trademarks of Scholastic Inc.
HARRY POTTER and all related characters and elements are trademarks of Warner Bros.
No part of this publication may be reproduced, or stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted
in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise,
without written permission of the publisher. For information regarding permissions, write
to Scholastic Inc., Attention: Permissions Department, 555 Broadway, New York, NY 10012.
Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data
Rowling, J.K.
Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone / by J.K. Rowling
p. cm.
Summary: Rescued from the outrageous neglect of his aunt and uncle, a young boy
with a great destiny proves his worth while attending Hogwarts School
of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
ISBN 0-590-35340-3
[1. Fantasy — Fiction. 2. Witches — Fiction. 3. Wizards — Fiction.
4. Schools — Fiction. 5. England — Fiction.] I. Title.
PZ7.R79835Har 1998
[Fic] — dc21 97-39059
64 65 66 67 68 69 70 71 72 05
Printed in U.S.A. 10
First American edition, October 1998
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Contents
ONE
The Boy Who Lived · 1
TWO
The Vanishing Glass · 18
THREE
The Letters from No One · 31
FOUR
The Keeper of the Keys · 46
FIVE
Diagon Alley · 61
SIX
The Journey from Platform
Nine and Three-quarters · 88
SEVEN
The Sorting Hat · 113
EIGHT
The Potions Master · 131
Contents
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NINE
The Midnight Duel · 143
TEN
Halloween · 163
ELEVEN
Quidditch · 180
TWELVE
The Mirror of Erised · 194
THIRTEEN
Nicholas Flamel · 215
FOURTEEN
Norbert the Norwegian Ridgeback · 228
FIFTEEN
The Forbidden Forest · 242
SIXTEEN
Through the Trapdoor · 262
SEVENTEEN
The Man with Two Faces · 288
Harry Potter
And the Sorcerer’s Stone
C H A P T E R O N E
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THE BOY WHO LIVED
r. and Mrs. Dursley, of number four, Privet Drive, were
proud to say that they were perfectly normal, thank
you very much. They were the last people you’d expect to be in-
volved in anything strange or mysterious, because they just didn’t
hold with such nonsense.
Mr. Dursley was the director of a firm called Grunnings, which
made drills. He was a big, beefy man with hardly any neck, al-
though he did have a very large mustache. Mrs. Dursley was thin
and blonde and had nearly twice the usual amount of neck, which
came in very useful as she spent so much of her time craning over
garden fences, spying on the neighbors. The Dursleys had a small
son called Dudley and in their opinion there was no finer boy any-
where.
The Dursleys had everything they wanted, but they also had a
secret, and their greatest fear was that somebody would discover it.
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CHAPTER ONE
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They didn’t think they could bear it if anyone found out about the
Potters. Mrs. Potter was Mrs. Dursley’s sister, but they hadn’t met
for several years; in fact, Mrs. Dursley pretended she didn’t have a
sister, because her sister and her good-for-nothing husband were as
unDursleyish as it was possible to be. The Dursleys shuddered to
think what the neighbors would say if the Potters arrived in the
street. The Dursleys knew that the Potters had a small son, too, but
they had never even seen him. This boy was another good reason
for keeping the Potters away; they didn’t want Dudley mixing with
a child like that.
When Mr. and Mrs. Dursley woke up on the dull, gray Tuesday
our story starts, there was nothing about the cloudy sky outside to
suggest that strange and mysterious things would soon be happen-
ing all over the country. Mr. Dursley hummed as he picked out his
most boring tie for work, and Mrs. Dursley gossiped away happily
as she wrestled a screaming Dudley into his high chair.
None of them noticed a large, tawny owl flutter past the
window.
At half past eight, Mr. Dursley picked up his briefcase, pecked
Mrs. Dursley on the cheek, and tried to kiss Dudley good-bye but
missed, because Dudley was now having a tantrum and throwing
his cereal at the walls. “Little tyke,” chortled Mr. Dursley as he left
the house. He got into his car and backed out of number four’s
drive.
It was on the corner of the street that he noticed the first sign of
something peculiar — a cat reading a map. For a second, Mr.
Dursley didn’t realize what he had seen — then he jerked his head
around to look again. There was a tabby cat standing on the corner
THE BOY WHO LIVED
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of Privet Drive, but there wasn’t a map in sight. What could he
have been thinking of? It must have been a trick of the light. Mr.
Dursley blinked and stared at the cat. It stared back. As Mr. Durs-
ley drove around the corner and up the road, he watched the cat in
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