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

dragon’s blood, and his work on alchemy with his partner, Nicolas Flamel. Professor 
Dumbledore enjoys chamber music and tenpin bowling. 
Harry turned the card back over and saw, to his astonishment, that Dumbledore’s face had 
disappeared. 
“He’s gone!” 
“Well, you can’t expect him to hang around all day,” said Ron. “He’ll be back. No, I’ve got 
Morgana again and I’ve got about six of her… do you want it? You can start collecting.” 
Ron’s eyes strayed to the pile of Chocolate Frogs waiting to be unwrapped. 

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“Help yourself,” said Harry. “But in, you know, the Muggle world, people just stay put in 
photos.” 
“Do they? What, they don’t move at all?” Ron sounded amazed. 
“Weird!” 
Harry stared as Dumbledore sidled back into the picture on his card and gave him a small smile. 
Ron was more interested in eating the frogs than looking at the Famous Witches and Wizards 
cards, but Harry couldn’t keep his eyes off them. Soon he had not only Dumbledore and 
Morgana, but Hengist of Woodcroft, Alberic Grunnion, Circe, Paracelsus, and Merlin. He finally 
tore his eyes away from the Druidess Cliodna, who was scratching her nose, to open a bag of 
Bertie Bott’s Every Flavor Beans. 
“You want to be careful with those,” Ron warned Harry. “When they say every flavor, they 
mean
every flavor — you know, you get all the ordinary ones like chocolate and peppermint and 
marmalade, but then you can get spinach and liver and tripe. George reckons he had a booger-
flavored one once.” 
Ron picked up a green bean, looked at it carefully, and bit into a corner. 
“Bleaaargh — see? Sprouts.” 
They had a good time eating the Every Flavor Beans. Harry got toast, coconut, baked bean, 
strawberry, curry, grass, coffee, sardine, and was even brave enough to nibble the end off a 
funny gray one Ron wouldn’t touch, which turned out to be pepper. 
The countryside now flying past the window was becoming wilder. The neat fields had gone. 
Now there were woods, twisting rivers, and dark green hills. 
There was a knock on the door of their compartment and the round-faced boy Harry had passed 
on platform nine and three-quarters came in. He looked tearful. 
“Sorry,” he said, “but have you seen a toad at all?” 
When they shook their heads, he wailed, “I’ve lost him! He keeps getting away from me!” 
“He’ll turn up,” said Harry. 
“Yes,” said the boy miserably. “Well, if you see him…” 
He left. 
“Don’t know why he’s so bothered,” said Ron. “If I’d brought a toad I’d lose it as quick as I 
could. Mind you, I brought Scabbers, so I can’t talk.” 
The rat was still snoozing on Ron’s lap. 

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“He might have died and you wouldn’t know the difference,” said Ron in disgust. “I tried to turn 
him yellow yesterday to make him more interesting, but the spell didn’t work. I’ll show you, 
look…” 
He rummaged around in his trunk and pulled out a very battered-looking wand. It was chipped in 
places and something white was glinting at the end. 
“Unicorn hair’s nearly poking out. Anyway —” 
He had just raised his wand when the compartment door slid open again. The toadless boy was 
back, but this time he had a girl with him. She was already wearing her new Hogwarts robes. 
“Has anyone seen a toad? Neville’s lost one,” she said. She had a bossy sort of voice, lots of 
bushy brown hair, and rather large front teeth. 
“We’ve already told him we haven’t seen it,” said Ron, but the girl wasn’t listening, she was 
looking at the wand in his hand. 
“Oh, are you doing magic? Let’s see it, then.” 
She sat down. Ron looked taken aback. 
“Er — all right.” 
He cleared his throat. 
“Sunshine, daisies, butter mellow, Turn this stupid, fat rat yellow.” 
He waved his wand, but nothing happened. Scabbers stayed gray and fast asleep. 
“Are you sure that’s a real spell?” said the girl. “Well, it’s not very good, is it? I’ve tried a few 
simple spells just for practice and it’s all worked for me. Nobody in my family’s magic at all, it 
was ever such a surprise when I got my letter, but I was ever so pleased, of course, I mean, it’s 
the very best school of witchcraft there is, I’ve heard — I’ve learned all our course books by 
heart, of course, I just hope it will be enough — I’m Hermione Granger, by the way, who are 
you?” 
She said all this very fast. 
Harry looked at Ron, and was relieved to see by his stunned face that he hadn’t learned all the 
course books by heart either. 
“I’m Ron Weasley,” Ron muttered. 
“Harry Potter,” said Harry. 

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“Are you really?” said Hermione. “I know all about you, of course — I got a few extra books, for 
background reading, and you’re in