Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone

J.K. Rowling

He was rattled. He hurried to his car and set off home, hoping he was imagining things, which he had never hoped before, because he didn’t approve of imagination.


two compartments to themselves –’ ‘Oh, are you a Prefect,


like the ones at Gringotts, the ceiling was too high to


As the owls flooded into the Great Hall as usual, everyone’s


Hermione was checking Harry and Ron’s Charms homework for them. She would never let them copy (‘How will you learn?’), but by asking her to read it through, they got the right answers anyway.