Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone By J. K. Rowling chapter one the Boy Who Lived

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..” 
“Swap 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 

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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. 
“No,” said Ron. “But see what the card is. I’m missing Agrippa.” 
“What?” 
“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!” said Harry. 
“Don’t tell me you’d never heard of Dumbledore!” said Ron. “Can I have a frog? I might get 
Agrippa — thanks —” 
Harry turned over his card and read: 

ALBUS DUMBLEDORE 
 

CURRENTLY HEADMASTER OF HOGWARTS 


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