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Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone. CHAPTER ONE. THE BOY WHO LIVED. Mr. and Mrs. Dursley, of number four, Privet Drive, were proud to say that they. HARRY POTTER AND THE PHILOSOPHER'S STONE. 2 sister, but they hadn't met for several years; in fact, Mrs. Dursley pretended she didn't have a sister. Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone. J.K. Rowling. First, read this text alone. Then, underline all the words that you know. Finally, try to translate this text.

With an OverDrive account, you can save your favorite libraries for at-a-glance information about availability. Find out more about OverDrive accounts. Addressed in green ink on yellowish parchment with a purple seal, they are swiftly confiscated by his grisly aunt and uncle. Then, on Harry's eleventh birthday, a great beetle-eyed giant of a man called Rubeus Hagrid bursts in with some astonishing news: An incredible adventure is about to begin! Rowling is the author of the record-breaking, multi-award-winning Harry Potter novels.

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Subjects Fantasy Young Adult Fiction. Fantasy Young Adult Fiction. Publication Details Publisher: Pottermore Publishing Publication Date: Harry Potter. Format OverDrive Read Rowling Author J. More about J. Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone Embed. Dursley around the middle and walked off. Dursley stood rooted to the spot. He had been hugged by a complete stranger.

He also thought he had been called a Muggle, whatever that was. He was rattled. He hurried to his car and set off for home, hoping he was imagining things, which he had never hoped before, because he didn't approve of imagination.

As he pulled into the driveway of number four, the first thing he saw — and it didn't improve his mood — was the tabby cat he'd spotted that morning. It was now sitting on his garden wall. He was sure it was the same one; it had the same markings around its eyes. Dursley loudly. The cat didn't move. It just gave him a stern look. Was this normal cat behavior?

Dursley wondered. Trying to pull himself together, he let himself into the house. He was still determined not to mention anything to his wife. Dursley had had a nice, normal day. She told him over dinner all about Mrs. Next Door's problems with her daughter and how Dudley had learned a new word "Won't! Dursley tried to act normally.

When Dudley had been put to bed, he went into the living room in time to catch the last report on the evening news: Although owls normally hunt at night and are hardly ever seen in daylight, there have been hundreds of sightings of these birds flying in every direction since sunrise. Experts are unable to explain why the owls have suddenly changed their sleeping pattern. And now, over to Jim McGuffin with the weather.

Going to be any more showers of owls tonight, Jim? Viewers as far apart as Kent, Yorkshire, and Dundee have been phoning in to tell me that instead of the rain I promised yesterday, they've had a downpour of shooting stars! Perhaps people have been celebrating Bonfire Night early — it's not until next week, folks! But I can promise a wet night tonight. Dursley sat frozen in his armchair.

Shooting stars all over Britain? Owls flying by daylight? Mysterious people in cloaks all over the place? And a whisper, a whisper about the Potters Dursley came into the living room carrying two cups of tea.

It was no good. He'd have to say something to her. He cleared his throat nervously. Dursley looked shocked and angry. After all, they normally pretended she didn't have a sister. Dursley mumbled. Dursley sipped her tea through pursed lips. Dursley wondered whether he dared tell her he'd heard the name "Potter.

Instead he said, as casually as he could, "Their son — he'd be about Dudley's age now, wouldn't he?

Dursley stiffly. Howard, isn't it? Nasty, common name, if you ask me. Dursley, his heart sinking horribly.

While Mrs. Dursley was in the bathroom, Mr. Dursley crept to the bedroom window and peered down into the front garden.

The cat was still there. It was staring down Privet Drive as though it were waiting for something. Was he imagining things? Could all this have anything to do with the Potters? If it did The Dursleys got into bed. Dursley fell asleep quickly but Mr. Dursley lay awake, turning it all over in his mind. His last, comforting thought before he fell asleep was that even if the Potters were involved, there was no reason for them to come near him and Mrs.

The Potters knew very well what he and Petunia thought about them and their kind He couldn't see how he and Petunia could get mixed up in anything that might be going on — he yawned and turned over — it couldn't affect them How very wrong he was. Dursley might have been drifting into an uneasy sleep, but the cat on the wall outside was showing no sign of sleepiness. It was sitting as still as a statue, its eyes fixed unblinkingly on the far corner of Privet Drive.

It didn't so much as quiver when a car door slammed on the next street, nor when two owls swooped overhead.

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In fact, it was nearly midnight before the cat moved at all. A man appeared on the corner the cat had been watching, appeared so suddenly and silently you'd have thought he'd just popped out of the ground. The cat's tail twitched and its eyes narrowed. Nothing like this man had ever been seen on Privet Drive. He was tall, thin, and very old, judging by the silver of his hair and beard, which were both long enough to tuck into his belt.

He was wearing long robes, a purple cloak that swept the ground, and high-heeled, buckled boots. His blue eyes were light, bright, and sparkling behind half-moon spectacles and his nose was very long and crooked, as though it had been broken at least twice.

This man's name was Albus Dumbledore. Albus Dumbledore didn't seem to realize that he had just arrived in a street where everything from his name to his boots was unwelcome. He was busy rummaging in his cloak, looking for something. But he did seem to realize he was being watched, because he looked up suddenly at the cat, which was still staring at him from the other end of the street.

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For some reason, the sight of the cat seemed to amuse him. He chuckled and muttered, "I should have known. It seemed to be a silver cigarette lighter. He flicked it open, held it up in the air, and clicked it. The nearest street lamp went out with a little pop. He clicked it again — the next lamp flickered into darkness. Twelve times he clicked the Put-Outer, until the only lights left on the whole street were two tiny pinpricks in the distance, which were the eyes of the cat watching him.

If anyone looked out of their window now, even beady-eyed Mrs. Dursley, they wouldn't be able to see anything that was happening down on the pavement. Dumbledore slipped the Put-Outer back inside his cloak and set off down the street toward number four, where he sat down on the wall next to the cat.

I have did not look at Item, but despues de to moment I have spoke to Item. Instead I have was smiling at to rather severe-looking woman quien was wearing square glasses exactly the shape of the markings the cat had had around its eyes.

She, too, was wearing to cloak, an emerald one. Her black hair was drawn into to tight bun. She looked distinctly ruffled. When you could have been Entering the day by delivering it by delivering it by making a difference? I must have passed to dozen feasts and parties on my way here. Item was on their news. Flocks of owls Well, they're not completely stupid. They were bound to notice something. Shooting stars down in Kent - I'll bet that was Dedalus Diggle.

I have never had much sense. People are being downright careless, out on the streets in broad daylight, not even dressed in Muggle clothes, swapping rumors. I suppose I have really have gone, Dumbledore? Would you care for to lemon drop? They're to kind of Muggle sweet I'm rather fond of" "Do not, thank you, " said Professor McGonagall coldly, ace though she did not think Este was the moment for lemon drops. All Este 'You- Know-Who ' nonsense - for eleven years I have been trying to persuade people to call him by his proper yam: Everyone knows you're the only one You-Know- oh, all right, Voldemort, was frightened of.

I have not blushed SW much since Madam Pomfrey told me she liked my new earmuffs. You know que everyone's saying? About why he's disappeared? About que finally stopped him? Item was plain that whatever "everybody" was saying, she was not going to believe Item until Dumbledore told her Item was true.

Dumbledore, however, was choosing another lemon drop and did not answer. I have went to find the Potters. The rumor is that Lily and James Potter are - are - that they're - dead.

Professor McGonagall gasped. I can not believe Item I did not want to believe Item Oh, Albus I know Professor McGonagall's voice trembled ace she went on.

They're saying I have tried to kill the Potter's They are, Harry. But - I have could not. I have could not kill that little boy. Do not one knows why, or how, but they're saying that when I have could not kill Harry Potter, Voldemort's power somehow broke - and that's why he's gone. Dumbledore nodded glumly. I have could not kill to little boy?

It's just astounding Dumbledore gave to great sniff ace I have took to golden watch desde his pocket and examined Item. Item was to look and odd watch.

Item had twelve hands but do not numbers; instead of, little planets were moving around the edge. Item must have made sense to Dumbledore, though, because I have put Item back in his pocket and said, "Hagrid's late. I suppose Item was I have quien told you I'd be here, by the way? They're the only Familia I have have left now. I've been watching them all day. You could not find two people quien are less like us. And they've got Este They are - I saw him kicking his mother all the way up the street, screaming for sweets.

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