Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone Page #5

You don't want to go making friends|with the wrong sort.

I can help you there.

I think I can tell the wrong sort|for myself, thanks.

We're ready for you now.|Follow me.

The ceiling isn't real. It's bewitched|to look like the night sky.

I read about it|in "Hogwarts, A History".

Will you wait along here, please?

Now, before we begin...

...Professor Dumbledore would like|to say a few words.

I have a few start-of-term notices|I wish to announce.

The first years, please note...

...that the Dark Forest is|strictly forbidden to all students.

Also, our caretaker, Mr. Filch,|has asked me to remind you...

...that the third-floor corridor|is out of bounds...

...to everyone who does not wish|to die a most painful death.

Thank you.

When I call your name,|you will come forth.

I shall place the Sorting Hat|on your head...

...and you will be sorted|into your houses.

Hermione Granger.

Oh, no. Okay, relax.

Mental, that one, I'm telling you.

Right, then. Right.

Okay. Gryffindor!

Draco Malfoy.

Slytherin!

Every wizard who went bad|was in Slytherin.

Susan Bones.

Harry, what is it?

Nothing. Nothing, I'm fine.

Let's see...

I know! Hufflepuff!

Ronald Weasley.

Another Weasley!|I know just what to do with you.

Gryffindor!

Harry Potter.

Difficult, very difficult.

Plenty of courage, I see.|Not a bad mind, either.

There's talent, oh, yes.

And a thirst to prove yourself.

But where to put you?

Not Slytherin, not Slytherin!

Not Slytherin, eh? Are you sure?

You could be great, you know.|It's all here, in your head.

And Slytherin will help you on the way|to greatness, no doubt about that.

No? Well, if you're sure.

Better be...

...Gryffindor!

Your attention, please.

Let the feast begin.

I'm half and half.

Me dad's a Muggle. Mum's a witch.

Bit of a nasty shock for him|when he found out.

Percy, who's that teacher|talking to Professor Quirrell?

Professor Snape,|head of Slytherin house.

- What's he teach?|- Potions.

But he fancies the Dark Arts.|He's been after Quirrell's job for years.

Hello! How are you?

Welcome to Gryffindor.

It's the Bloody Baron!

Hello, Sir Nicholas.|Have a nice summer?

Dismal. Once again, my request to join|the Headless Hunt has been denied.

I know you.|You're Nearly Headless Nick.

I prefer Sir Nicholas,|if you don't mind.

"Nearly" headless?|How can you be nearly headless?

Like this.

Gryffindors, follow me, please.|Keep up. Thank you.

Ravenclaw, follow me. This way.

This is the most direct path|to the dormitories.

Keep an eye on the staircases.|They like to change.

Keep up, please, and follow me.|Quickly now, come on. Come on.

That picture's moving.

- Look at that one.|- I think she fancies you.

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