Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone Page #6

- Look!|- Who's that girl?

Welcome to Hogwarts.

Password?

Caput Draconis.

Follow me, everyone. Keep up.|Quickly, come on.

Gather around here.

Welcome to the Gryffindor common room.

Boys' dormitory is upstairs to the left.|Girls, the same on your right.

Your belongings have|already been brought up.

Made it!

Can you imagine the look on old|McGonagall's face if we were late?

- That was bloody brilliant!|- Thank you for that assessment.

It'd be better if I transfigured|Mr. Potter and you into a watch.

- Then one of you might be on time.|- We got lost.

Then perhaps a map? I trust you|don't need one to find your seats.

There will be no foolish wand-waving|or silly incantations in this class.

As such, I don't expect|many of you to appreciate...

...the subtle science and exact art|that is potion-making.

However, for those select few...

...who possess the predisposition...

...I can teach you|how to bewitch the mind...

...and ensnare the senses.

I can tell you how to bottle fame...

...brew glory and even|put a stopper in death.

Then again, maybe some of you have|come to Hogwarts with abilities...

...so formidable that|you feel confident enough...

...to not pay attention.

Mr. Potter.

Our new celebrity.

What would I get if I added root|of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?

You don't know? Let's try again.

Where would you look|if I asked you to find a bezoar?

I don't know, sir.

What is the difference|between monkshood and wolfsbane?

I don't know, sir.

Pity.

Clearly, fame isn't everything...

...is it, Mr. Potter?

Turn this water into rum

Eye of rabbit...

What's Seamus trying to do|to the water?

Turn it to rum. Actually managed|a weak tea yesterday, before...

Mail's here.

Can I borrow this? Thanks.

Look, Neville's got a Remembrall.

I've read about those. The smoke turns|red when you've forgotten something.

The problem is, I can't remember|what I've forgotten.

Somebody broke into Gringotts. Listen.

"Believed to be the work|of Dark wizards or witches...

...Gringotts goblins acknowledge|the breach but insist nothing was taken."

"The vault in question, number 713,|had been emptied earlier that same day."

That's odd. That's the vault|Hagrid and I went to.

- Good afternoon, class.|- Good afternoon, Madam Hooch.

Good afternoon, Amanda.|Good afternoon.

Welcome to your first flying lesson.

What are you waiting for?|Step up to your broomstick.

Come on now, hurry up. Stick your hand|over the broom and say, "Up".

Up!

Up.

Up.

Up. Up!

With feeling.

Shut up, Harry.

Now, once you've got hold of|your broom, I want you to mount it.

Grip it tight. You don't wanna be|sliding off the end.

When I blow my whistle, I want you|to kick off from the ground, hard.

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