Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone Page #2

I will not pay to have a crackpot|old fool teach him magic tricks.

Never insult Albus Dumbledore...

...in front of me.

I'd appreciate it if you didn't tell|anyone at Hogwarts about that.

- I'm not allowed to do magic.|- Okay.

We're a bit behind schedule.|Best be off.

Unless you'd rather stay, of course.

"All students must be equipped with...

...one standard size 2|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.

Ah, Hagrid! The usual, I presume?

No, thanks, Tom.|I'm on official Hogwarts business.

Just helping Harry buy|his school supplies.

Bless my soul.|It's Harry Potter!

Welcome back, Mr. Potter.|Welcome back.

Doris Crockford. I can't believe|I'm meeting you at last.

Harry Potter. Can't tell you|how pleased I am to meet you.

Hello, professor. I didn't see you.

Professor Quirrell will be your|Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher.

Oh, nice to meet you.

Fearfully fascinating subject.

Not that you need it, eh, Potter?

Yes, well, must be going now.|Lots to buy.

Goodbye.

- See, Harry? You're famous.|- But why am I famous?

All those people,|how is it they know who I am?

I'm not sure I'm the right person|to tell you that.

Welcome, Harry, to Diagon Alley.

Here, you get your quills and ink.

Over there, all your bits and bobs|for doing wizardry.

It's a world-class racing broom.

Look at it! The new Nimbus 2000!

It's the fastest model yet.

But how am I to pay for all this?|I haven't any money.

There's your money.|Gringotts, the wizard bank.

Ain't no safer place, not one.|Except perhaps Hogwarts.

Hagrid, what exactly|are these things?

They're goblins. Clever as they come,|but not the most friendly of beasts.

Best stay close.

Mr. Harry Potter wishes|to make a withdrawal.

And does Mr. Harry Potter|have his key?

Wait a minute.|Got it here somewhere.

Ha! There's the little devil.

And there's something else as well.

Professor Dumbledore gave me this.

It's about You-Know-What|in vault you-know-which.

Very well.

Vault 687.

Lamp, please.

Key, please.

Did you think your parents|would leave you with nothing?

- Vault 713.|- What's in there, Hagrid?

Can't tell you.|Hogwarts business. Very secret.

Stand back.

Best not to mention this to anyone.

I still need a wand.

You want Ollivanders.|There ain't no place better.

Run along there and wait.|I got one more thing to do.

Hello?

Hello?

I wondered when|I'd be seeing you, Mr. Potter.

It seems only yesterday...

...that your mother and father were|in here buying their first wands.

Here we are.

Give it a wave.

Apparently not.

Perhaps...

...this.

No, no, definitely not.|No matter.

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