Editorial Reviews. olerivatcu.gq Review. Say you've spent the first 10 years of your life sleeping #25 in Teen & Young Adult School & Education Fiction eBooks; #53 in Teen & Young Adult Wizards & Witches Fantasy; #64 in Teen & Young. cover image of Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone Potter and the Philosopher's Stone. Harry Potter Series, Book 1 · Harry Potter. by J. K. Rowling. ebook. "Turning the envelope over, his hand trembling, Harry saw a purple wax seal bearing a coat of arms; a lion, an eagle, a badger and a snake surrounding a large.
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You will be pleased at the outcome! I read this when I was a kid and I really loved it. I listened to the audiobook this time. I like it. I think there needed to be a little more character development. Specifically for the antagonist. I haven't read all of it yet, but by the time a day comes by, I'm pretty sure I'm gonna be done! Even though I only read like, 2 pages, I'm already liking it already!!
This book is awesome! I hope I won't get hated on for hogging the Harry Potter books! I had hoped for some simple black-and-white line drawings. Now, however, there is a deluxe full-colour lavishly illustrated edition that completely exceeded my modest expectations. This illustrated edition is a magnificent book.
It has a full-colour dust jacket, a built-in ribbon bookmark, decorated endpapers and it is printed on lovely, glossy high-quality paper. It is a pleasure to touch and read this edition. The illustrations are vivid and imaginative. I think the illustrated edition is magnificent and I'm thrilled that this magical story has been released in such a sumptuous version. Highly recommended.
VaehGrace thinks this title is suitable for between the ages of 8 and HermioneGrainger thinks this title is suitable for between the ages of 99 and 6. What's this? Your new school uniform.
I didn't realize it had to be so wet. I can barely stand at all! Funny Albus Dumbledore Quotes -What happened down in the dungeons between you and Professor Quirell is a complete secret, so, naturally the whole school knows. To Harry Potter at the end of the book.
To Harry Potter in the hospital wing. A magic beyond anything we teach here! I honestly don't remember anything about the quote except the quote!
Harry Potter never seemed to fit in anywhere. He had nothing, that is, until someone showed him a world of magic, literally.
On a dark and stormy night, on the floor of a hut in the middle of the ocean, Harry Potter heard a strange creaking at the door. It was early in the morning on his eleventh birthday and his aunt and uncle had taken him off the map, made him untrackable by those trying to contact him.
A month later, Harry was on the train to Hogwarts, then he was at Hogwarts, and before he knew it, Christmas had arrived. By then, Harry and his best friends, Hermione and Ron, were searching for the identity of the mysterious Nicolas Flamel, for this would answer their bigger question: Eventually they found their answer. Believing their evil professor, Severus Snape, was after the precious object to help a truly dangerous entity, they set off for the adventure of a lifetime.
What they found under the trapdoor was more than they had bargained for. Knowing the entire story by heart, I loved finding little easter eggs, pieces of foreshadowing, or underlying metaphors.
This book would rank high on my ten 25 favorite books, without hesitation. I recognize now how quickly the story moves along compared to the other books. The stories became more developed as the each book came out. That is the only fault I can find in this wonderful novel. I have and always will recommend this entire series to anyone.
Harry and his friends are so relatable, so human, that the reader feels as though they are part of the fantastic trios. The incredible story is so transporting, one might actually believe they have entered the wizarding world, and long for it as much as Harry when they are away from it.
Every part of the story are compelling in different ways. It is a great birthday present to start someone on this awesome series. It has something for everyone. What did Harry Potter know about magic?
He was stuck living with the decidedly un-magical Dursleys, who hated him. He slept in a closet and ate their leftovers. But an owl messenger changes all that, with an invitation to attend the Hogwarts School for Wizards and Witches, where it turns out Harry is already famous The Sorcerer's Stone is the first book in the Harry Potter series where you read about his first year at Hogwarts.
Harry's parents died when he was young so he was sent to live with his aunt, uncle and cousin. Many strange things happened in Harry's life that he couldn't explain, until his 11th birthday when he found out he was a wizard. Against his aunt's and uncle's wishes he was sent to Hogwarts and had many daring adventures through out the year. Including something about Nicholas Flamel and the Sorcerer's Stone The novel opens with a description of the Dursley family, a middle-class family that lives in Little Whinging, Surrey.
Lily and her husband, James Potter, had been murdered by the dark wizard, Voldemort, but when Voldemort attempted to kill Harry, his power somehow broke. Harry becomes the only living person ever to survive the killing curse, and the only sign of his encounter with Voldemort is a unique lightning bolt-shaped scar on his forehead.
Because Harry does not have any other living relatives, Albus Dumbledore, the headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, decides to leave him with the Dursleys until he is old enough to attend Hogwarts.
Adaptation of the first of J.
Rowling's popular children's novels about Harry Potter, a boy who learns on his eleventh birthday that he is the orphaned son of two powerful wizards and possesses unique magical powers of his own. He is summoned from his life as an unwanted child to become a student at Hogwarts, an English boarding school for wizards. There, he meets several friends who become his closest allies and help him discover the truth about his parents' mysterious deaths.
Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone, Film synopsis. This is my fave book so far, it's so exciting. I wish I could go to a wizard school! I can't wait to see what's going to happen next A 12 year old boy's life changes when he gets a message from an owl and goes to a magical school. Harry Potter, the boy who lived, figures out that he is a wizard. He put the receiver back down and stroked his mustache, thinking Potter wasn't such an unusual name.
He was sure there were lots of people called Potter who had a son called Harry. Come to think of it, he wasn't even sure his nephew was called Harry. He'd never even seen the boy. It might have been Harvey. Or Harold. There was no point in worrying Mrs.
Dursley; she always got so upset at any mention of her sister. He didn't blame her — if he'd had a sister like that He found it a lot harder to concentrate on drills that afternoon and when he left the building at five o'clock, he was still so worried that he walked straight into someone just outside the door. It was a few seconds before Mr. Dursley realized that the man was wearing a violet cloak. He didn't seem at all upset at being almost knocked to the ground.
On the contrary, his face split into a wide smile and he said in a squeaky voice that made passersby stare, "Don't be sorry, my dear sir, for nothing could upset me today! Rejoice, for You-Know-Who has gone at last!
Even Muggles like yourself should be celebrating, this happy, happy day! Dursley around the middle and walked off. Dursley stood rooted to the spot. He had been hugged by a complete stranger. He also thought he had been called a Muggle, whatever that was. He was rattled. He hurried to his car and set off for home, hoping he was imagining things, which he had never hoped before, because he didn't approve of imagination. As he pulled into the driveway of number four, the first thing he saw — and it didn't improve his mood — was the tabby cat he'd spotted that morning.
It was now sitting on his garden wall. He was sure it was the same one; it had the same markings around its eyes. Dursley loudly. The cat didn't move. It just gave him a stern look. Was this normal cat behavior? Dursley wondered. Trying to pull himself together, he let himself into the house. He was still determined not to mention anything to his wife. Dursley had had a nice, normal day. She told him over dinner all about Mrs. Next Door's problems with her daughter and how Dudley had learned a new word "Won't!
Dursley tried to act normally. When Dudley had been put to bed, he went into the living room in time to catch the last report on the evening news: "And finally, bird-watchers everywhere have reported that the nation's owls have been behaving very unusually today.
Although owls normally hunt at night and are hardly ever seen in daylight, there have been hundreds of sightings of these birds flying in every direction since sunrise. Experts are unable to explain why the owls have suddenly changed their sleeping pattern. And now, over to Jim McGuffin with the weather. Going to be any more showers of owls tonight, Jim? Viewers as far apart as Kent, Yorkshire, and Dundee have been phoning in to tell me that instead of the rain I promised yesterday, they've had a downpour of shooting stars!
Perhaps people have been celebrating Bonfire Night early — it's not until next week, folks! But I can promise a wet night tonight. Dursley sat frozen in his armchair. Shooting stars all over Britain? Owls flying by daylight? Mysterious people in cloaks all over the place? And a whisper, a whisper about the Potters Dursley came into the living room carrying two cups of tea. It was no good. He'd have to say something to her. He cleared his throat nervously.
Dursley looked shocked and angry. After all, they normally pretended she didn't have a sister. Dursley mumbled. Dursley sipped her tea through pursed lips. Dursley wondered whether he dared tell her he'd heard the name "Potter.
Instead he said, as casually as he could, "Their son — he'd be about Dudley's age now, wouldn't he? Dursley stiffly. Howard, isn't it? Nasty, common name, if you ask me. Dursley, his heart sinking horribly.
While Mrs. Dursley was in the bathroom, Mr. Dursley crept to the bedroom window and peered down into the front garden. The cat was still there. It was staring down Privet Drive as though it were waiting for something. Was he imagining things? Could all this have anything to do with the Potters? If it did The Dursleys got into bed. Dursley fell asleep quickly but Mr. Dursley lay awake, turning it all over in his mind. His last, comforting thought before he fell asleep was that even if the Potters were involved, there was no reason for them to come near him and Mrs.
The Potters knew very well what he and Petunia thought about them and their kind He couldn't see how he and Petunia could get mixed up in anything that might be going on — he yawned and turned over — it couldn't affect them How very wrong he was. Dursley might have been drifting into an uneasy sleep, but the cat on the wall outside was showing no sign of sleepiness. It was sitting as still as a statue, its eyes fixed unblinkingly on the far corner of Privet Drive.
It didn't so much as quiver when a car door slammed on the next street, nor when two owls swooped overhead. In fact, it was nearly midnight before the cat moved at all. A man appeared on the corner the cat had been watching, appeared so suddenly and silently you'd have thought he'd just popped out of the ground.
The cat's tail twitched and its eyes narrowed. Nothing like this man had ever been seen on Privet Drive. He was tall, thin, and very old, judging by the silver of his hair and beard, which were both long enough to tuck into his belt.
He was wearing long robes, a purple cloak that swept the ground, and high-heeled, buckled boots. His blue eyes were light, bright, and sparkling behind half-moon spectacles and his nose was very long and crooked, as though it had been broken at least twice. This man's name was Albus Dumbledore.
Albus Dumbledore didn't seem to realize that he had just arrived in a street where everything from his name to his boots was unwelcome. He was busy rummaging in his cloak, looking for something. But he did seem to realize he was being watched, because he looked up suddenly at the cat, which was still staring at him from the other end of the street.
For some reason, the sight of the cat seemed to amuse him. He chuckled and muttered, "I should have known. It seemed to be a silver cigarette lighter. He flicked it open, held it up in the air, and clicked it. The nearest street lamp went out with a little pop. He clicked it again — the next lamp flickered into darkness.
Twelve times he clicked the Put-Outer, until the only lights left on the whole street were two tiny pinpricks in the distance, which were the eyes of the cat watching him.
If anyone looked out of their window now, even beady-eyed Mrs. Dursley, they wouldn't be able to see anything that was happening down on the pavement. Dumbledore slipped the Put-Outer back inside his cloak and set off down the street toward number four, where he sat down on the wall next to the cat. I have did not look at Item, but despues de to moment I have spoke to Item.
Instead I have was smiling at to rather severe-looking woman quien was wearing square glasses exactly the shape of the markings the cat had had around its eyes.
She, too, was wearing to cloak, an emerald one. Her black hair was drawn into to tight bun. She looked distinctly ruffled. When you could have been Entering the day by delivering it by delivering it by making a difference?
I must have passed to dozen feasts and parties on my way here. Item was on their news. Flocks of owls Well, they're not completely stupid. They were bound to notice something. Shooting stars down in Kent - I'll bet that was Dedalus Diggle. I have never had much sense. People are being downright careless, out on the streets in broad daylight, not even dressed in Muggle clothes, swapping rumors.
I suppose I have really have gone, Dumbledore? Would you care for to lemon drop? They're to kind of Muggle sweet I'm rather fond of" "Do not, thank you, " said Professor McGonagall coldly, ace though she did not think Este was the moment for lemon drops. All Este 'You- Know-Who ' nonsense - for eleven years I have been trying to persuade people to call him by his proper yam: Voldemort.
Everyone knows you're the only one You-Know- oh, all right, Voldemort, was frightened of. I have not blushed SW much since Madam Pomfrey told me she liked my new earmuffs.
You know que everyone's saying? About why he's disappeared? About que finally stopped him? Item was plain that whatever "everybody" was saying, she was not going to believe Item until Dumbledore told her Item was true.
Dumbledore, however, was choosing another lemon drop and did not answer. I have went to find the Potters.
The rumor is that Lily and James Potter are - are - that they're - dead. Professor McGonagall gasped. I can not believe Item I did not want to believe Item Oh, Albus