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00:22Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone by J.K. Rowling
00:26Chapter 1. The Boy Who Lived
00:31Mr. and Mrs. Dursley of No. 4, Privet Drive, were proud to say that they were perfectly normal.
00:37Thank you very much. They were the last people you'd expect to be involved in anything strange
00:43or mysterious because they just didn't hold with such nonsense. Mr. Dursley was the director of a
00:49firm called Runnings, which made drills. He was a big, beefy man, with hardly any neck,
00:56although he did have a very large mustache. Mrs. Dursley was thin and blonde and had nearly twice
01:02the usual amount of neck, which came in very useful as she spent so much of her time craning
01:08over garden fences, spying on the neighbors. The Dursleys had a small son called Dudley,
01:14and in their opinion there was no finer boy anywhere. The Dursleys had everything they wanted,
01:20but they also had a secret, and their greatest fear was that somebody would discover it.
01:26They didn't think they could bear it if anyone found out about the Potters.
01:30Mrs. Potter was Mrs. Dursley's sister, but they hadn't met for several years. In fact,
01:37Mrs. Dursley pretended she didn't have a sister because her sister and her good-for-nothing
01:43husband were as underslung-ish as it was possible to be. The Dursleys shuddered to think what the
01:48neighbors would say if the Potters arrived in the street. The Dursleys knew that the Potters
01:54had a small son, too, but they had never seen him. This boy was another good reason for keeping the
02:00Potters away. They didn't want Dudley mixing with a child like that. When Mr. and Mrs. Dursley woke
02:07up on the dull gray Tuesday, our story starts. There was nothing about the cloudy sky outside
02:13to suggest that strange and mysterious things would soon be happening all over the country.
02:19Mr. Dursley hummed as he picked out his most boring tie for work, and Mrs. Dursley gossiped
02:26away happily as she wrestled a screaming Dudley into his high chair. None of them noticed a large,
02:32tawny owl flutter past the window at eight-thirty. Mr. Dursley picked up his briefcase, pecked Mrs.
02:40Dursley on the cheek, and tried to kiss Dudley good-bye, but missed because Dudley was now having
02:45a tantrum and throwing his cereal at the walls. "'Little tyke,' courted Mr. Dursley as he left the
02:53house. He got into his car and backed out of No. 4's drive. It was on the corner of the street that
02:59he noticed the first sign of something peculiar, a cat reading a map. For a second, Mr. Dursley
03:05didn't realize what he had seen. Then he jerked his head around to look again. There was a tabby
03:12cat standing on the corner of Privet Drive, but there wasn't a map in sight. What could he have
03:17been thinking of? It must have been a trick of the light. Mr. Dursley blinked and stared at the cat.
03:25It stared back as Mr. Dursley drove around the corner and up the road. He watched the cat in
03:31his mirror. It was now reading the sign that said Privet Drive. No looking at the sign. Cats couldn't
03:39read maps or signs. Mr. Dursley gave himself a little shake and put the cat out of his mind.
03:47As he drove towards town, he thought of nothing except a large order of drills he was hoping to
03:53get that day. But on the edge of town, drills were driven out of his mind by something else.
04:00As he sat in the usual morning traffic jam, he couldn't help noticing that there seemed to be
04:05a lot of strangely dressed people about people in cloaks. Mr. Dursley couldn't bear people who
04:11dressed in funny clothes. The get-ups you saw on young people. He supposed this was some stupid
04:19new fashion. He drummed his fingers on the steering wheel, and his eyes fell on a huddle
04:23of these weirdos standing quite close by. They were whispering excitedly together. Mr. Dursley
04:30was enraged to see that a couple of them weren't young at all. Why, that man had to be older than
04:35he was, and wearing an emerald green cloak. The nerve of him. But then it struck Mr. Dursley that
04:43this was probably some silly stunt. These people were obviously collecting for something.
04:50Yes, that would be it. The traffic moved on, and a few minutes later, Mr. Dursley arrived
04:56in the running car park, his mind back on drills. Mr. Dursley always sat with his back to the window
05:03in his office on the ninth floor. If he hadn't, he might have found it harder to concentrate
05:09on drills that morning. He didn't see the owls swooping past in broad daylight,
05:15though people down in the street did. They pointed and gazed open-mouthed as owl after
05:20owl sped overhead. Most of them had never seen an owl, even at nighttime.
05:27Mr. Dursley, however, had a perfectly normal owl-free morning. He yelled at five different
05:33people. He made several important telephone calls and shouted a bit more. He was in a very
05:39good mood until lunchtime, when he thought he'd stretch his legs and walk across the road to buy
05:43himself a bun from the bakers opposite. He had forgotten all about the people in cloaks until
05:50he passed a group of them next to the bakers. He eyed them angrily as he passed. He didn't know
05:57why, but they made him uneasy. This lot were whispering excitedly, too, and he couldn't see
06:04a single collecting tin. It was on his way back past them, clutching a large donut in a bag,
06:10that he caught a few words of what they were saying. The Potters.
06:14That's right. That's what I heard. Yes, their son Harry. Mr. Dursley stopped dead. Fear flooded him.
06:23He looked back at the whispers as if he wanted to say something to them, but thought better of it.
06:29He dashed back across the road, hurried up to his office, snapped at his secretary not to disturb
06:35him, seized his telephone, and had almost finished dialing his home number. When he changed his mind,
06:41he put the receiver back down and stroked his mustache, thinking, no, he was being stupid.
06:49Potter wasn't such an unusual name. He was sure there were lots of people called Potter who had
06:54a son called Harry. Come to think of it, he wasn't even sure his nephew was called Harry.
07:01He'd never even seen the boy. It might have been Harvey or Harold. There was no point in worrying,
07:08Mrs. Dursley. She always got sud at any mention of her sister. He didn't blame her if he'd had
07:14a sister like that, but all the same. Those people in cloaks he found it a lot harder to
07:21concentrate on drills that afternoon, and when he left the building at five, zero, he was still so
07:28worried that he walked straight into someone just outside the door. Oh, sorry. He grunted as the
07:34tiny old man stumbled and almost fell. It was a few seconds before Mr. Dursley realized that the
07:39man was wearing a violet cloak. He didn't seem at all upset at being almost knocked to the ground.
07:45On the contrary, his face split into a wide smile, and he said in a squeaky voice that made
07:51passers-by stare, Oh, don't be sorry, my dear sir, for nothing could upset me today. Rejoice,
08:00for you know who has gone at last. Even muggles like yourself should be celebrating this happy,
08:06happy day. And the old man hugged Mr. Dursley around the middle and walked off. Mr. Dursley
08:14stood rooted to the spot. He had been hugged by a complete stranger. He also thought he'd been
08:21called a muggle. Whatever that was, he was rattled. He hurried to his car and set off home,
08:29hoping he was imagining things which he had never hoped before because he didn't approve
08:34of imagination. As he pulled into the driveway of number four, the first thing he saw,
08:40and it didn't improve his mood, was the tabby cat he had spotted that morning.
08:45It was now sitting on his garden wall. He was sure it was the same one. It had the same markings
08:52around its eyes. Shoo, said Mr. Dursley loudly. The cat didn't move. It just gave him a stern look.
09:01Was this normal cat behavior? Mr. Dursley wondered, trying to pull himself together.
09:07He let himself into the house. He was still determined not to mention anything to his wife.
09:13Mrs. Dursley had had a nice, normal day. She told him over dinner, all about
09:19Mrs. Next Door's problems with her daughter and how Dudley had learned a new word.
09:25Shant, Mr. Dursley tried to act normally when Dudley had been put to bed.
09:31He went into the living room in time to catch the last report on the evening news
09:36and finally, bird watchers everywhere have reported that the nation's owls have been
09:41behaving very unusually today. Although owls normally hunt at night and are hardly ever seen
09:47in daylight, there have been hundreds of sightings of these birds flying in every direction since
09:52sunrise. Experts are unable to explain why the owls have suddenly changed their sleeping pattern.
09:59The newsreader allowed himself a grin.
10:02Most mysterious. And now, over to Jim McGuffin. With the weather going to be any more showers
10:08of owls tonight, Jim. Well, Ted, said the weatherman. I don't know about that, but it's
10:16not only the owls that have been acting oddly today. Viewers as far apart as Kent, Yorkshire
10:23and Dundee have been phoning in to tell me that instead of the rain, I promised yesterday they've
10:29had a downpour of shooting stars. Perhaps people have been celebrating bonfire night early. It's
10:35not until next week, folks, but I can promise a wet night tonight. Mr. Dursley sat frozen in his
10:42armchair, shooting stars all over Britain, owls flying by daylight, mysterious people in cloaks
10:49all over the place. And a whisper, a whisper, a whisper about the potters. Mrs. Dursley came into
10:58the living room carrying two cups of tea. It was no good. He'd have to say something to her. He
11:04cleared his throat nervously. Ah, but junior year. You haven't heard from your sister lately, have
11:11you? As he had expected, Mrs. Dursley looked shocked and angry. After all, they normally pretended
11:20she didn't have a sister. No. She said sharply. Why? Funny stuff on the news, Mr. Dursley mumbled.
11:30Owls shooting stars, and there were a lot of funny-looking people in town today, so snapped
11:36Mrs. Dursley. Well, I just thought maybe it was something to do with, you know, her lot.
11:43Mrs. Dursley sipped her tea through pursed lips. Mr. Dursley wondered whether he dared tell her
11:49he'd heard the name Potter. He decided he didn't dare. Instead, he said, as casually as he could,
11:56their son, who he'd be about Dudley's age now, wouldn't he? I suppose so, said Mrs. Dursley
12:03stiffly. What's his name again? Howard, isn't it? Harry? Nasty common name, if you ask me.
12:14Oh, yes, said Mr. Dursley, his heart sinking horribly. Yes, I quite agree.
12:20He didn't say another word on the subject as they went upstairs to bed.
12:25While Mrs. Dursley was in the bathroom, Mr. Dursley crept to the bedroom window
12:29and peered down into the front garden. The cat was still there. It was staring down,
12:36Privet Drive, as though it was waiting for something. Was he imagining things? Could all
12:41this have anything to do with the Potters? If it did, if it got out that they were related to a
12:47pair of—well, he didn't think he could bear it. The Dursleys got into bed. Mrs. Dursley fell
12:55asleep quickly, but Mr. Dursley lay awake, turning it all over in his mind. His last comforting
13:02thought before he fell asleep was that even if the Potters were involved, there was no reason
13:08for them to come near him and Mrs. Dursley. The Potters knew very well what he and Petunia
13:14thought about them and their kind. He couldn't see how he and Petunia could get mixed up in
13:19anything that might be going on. He yawned and turned over. It couldn't affect them.
13:26How very wrong he was. Mr. Dursley might have been drifting into an uneasy sleep,
13:31but the cat on the wall outside was showing no sign of sleepiness. It was sitting as still as
13:36a statue, its eyes fixed, unblinkingly, on the far corner of Privet Drive. It didn't so much
13:45as quiver when a car door slammed in the next street, nor when two owls swooped overhead.
13:51In fact, it was nearly midnight before the cat moved at all. A man appeared on the corner. The
13:58cat had been watching, appeared so suddenly and silently you'd have thought he'd just popped out
14:03of the ground. The cat's tail twitched and its eyes narrowed. Nothing like this man had ever
14:10been seen in Privet Drive. He was tall, thin, and very old, judging by the silver of his hair
14:17and beard, which were both long enough to tuck into his belt. He was wearing long robes, a purple
14:23cloak which swept the ground, and high-heeled buckled boots. Forget all chapters of the Harry
14:29Potter, Audible supporting me by buying for me a coffee and write to me. In the buying coffee
14:36message, I want Harry Potter. His blue eyes were light, bright and sparkling behind half-moon
14:42spectacles, and his nose was very long and crooked, as though it had been broken at least twice.
14:50This man's name was Albus Dumbledore. Albus Dumbledore didn't seem to realize that he had
14:56just arrived in a street where everything from his name to his boots was unwelcome.
15:02He was busy rummaging in his cloak, looking for something. But he did seem to realize he was being
15:08watched, because he looked up suddenly at the cat, which was still staring at him from the other end
15:13of the street. For some reason, the sight of the cat seemed to amuse him. He chuckled and muttered,
15:20I—I should have known he had found what he was looking for in his inside pocket.
15:26It seemed to be a silver cigarette lighter. He flicked it open, held it up in the air,
15:31and clicked it. The nearest street lamp went out with a little pop. He clicked it again. The next
15:37lamp flickered into darkness. Twelve times. He clicked the put-outer until the only lights left
15:43in the whole street were two tiny pinpricks in the distance, which were the eyes of the cat
15:49watching him. If anyone looked out of their window now, even beady-eyed Mrs. Dursley,
15:56they wouldn't be able to see anything that was happening down on the pavement.
16:00Dumbledore slipped the put-outer back inside his cloak and set off down the street towards
16:04number four, where he sat down on the wall next to the cat. He didn't look at it. But after a moment,
16:11he spoke to it. Fancy seeing you here. Professor McGonagall. He turned to smile at the tabby,
16:19but it had gone. Instead, he was smiling at a rather severe-looking woman who was wearing
16:25square glasses, exactly the shape of the markings the cat had had around its eyes.
16:31She, too, was wearing a cloak. An emerald one. Her black hair was drawn into a tight bun.
16:38She looked distinctly ruffled. Right?
16:41How did you know it was me? She asked.
16:45My dear professor, I have never seen a cat sit so stiffly.
16:50You'd be stiff if you'd been sitting on a brick wall all day, said Professor McGonagall.
16:56All day, when you could have been celebrating.
17:00Oh, I must have passed a dozen feasts and parties on my way here,
17:04Professor McGonagall sniffed angrily. Oh, yes. Everyone's celebrating all right,
17:11she said impatiently. You'd think they'd be a bit more careful. But no. Even the muggles have
17:17noticed something's going on. It was on their news. She jerked her head back at the Dursley's
17:23dark living room window. I heard it. Flocks of owls. Shooting stars. Well, they're not completely
17:31stupid. They were bound to notice something shooting stars down in Kent. I bet that was
17:37Daedalus Daigle. He never had much sense. Oh, you can't blame them, said Dumbledore gently.
17:46We've had precious little to celebrate for eleven years. I know that, said Professor
17:51McGonagall irritably. But that's no reason to lose our heads. People are being downright careless
17:59out on the streets in broad daylight, not even dressed in muggle clothes, swapping rumors. She
18:05threw a sharp sideways glance at Dumbledore here as though hoping he was going to tell her something.
18:11But he didn't. So she went on. A fine thing it would be if on the very day you know who seems
18:19to have disappeared. At last the muggles found out about us all. I suppose he really has gone.
18:26Dumbledore. It certainly seems so, said Dumbledore. We have much to be thankful for.
18:32Would you care for a sherbet lemon? Uh, what? A sherbet lemon? They're a kind of muggle sweet
18:40I'm not fond of. No, thank you, said Professor McGonagall coldly, as though she didn't think
18:46this was the moment for sherbet lemons. As I say, even if you know who has gone, my dear Professor,
18:53surely a sensible person like yourself can call him by his name. All this, you know who?
19:00Nonsense. For 11 years, I've been trying to persuade people to call him by his proper name.
19:08Voldemort, Professor McGonagall flinched, but Dumbledore, who was sticking to sherbet lemons,
19:14seemed not to notice. He'd all get so confusing if we keep saying you know who. I've never seen
19:21any reason to be frightened of saying Voldemort's name. I know you haven't,
19:26said Professor McGonagall, sounding half-exasperated, half-admiring. But you're
19:31different. Everyone knows you're the only one you know. All right. Voldemort was frightened of.
19:39You flatter me, said Dumbledore calmly. Voldemort had powers I will never have.
19:45Only because you are, too. Well, noble to use them.
19:51Lucky it's dark. I haven't blushed so much since Madame Pumphrey told me.
19:57She liked my new earmuffs. Professor McGonagall shot a sharp look at Dumbledore and said,
20:03the owls are nothing to the rumors that are flying around.
20:06You know what everyone's saying about why he's disappeared? About what finally stopped him.
20:13It seemed that Professor McGonagall had reached the point. She was most anxious to discuss the
20:18real reason. She had been waiting on a cold hard wall all day for neither as a cat nor as a woman.
20:26Had she fixed Dumbledore with such a piercing stare as she did now? It was plain that whatever
20:33everyone was saying, she was not going to believe it until Dumbledore told her it was true.
20:39Dumbledore, however, was choosing another sherbet lemon and did not answer. What they're saying?
20:46She pressed on. Is that last night Voldemort turned up in Godric's hollow? He went to find
20:52the Potters. The rumor is that Lily and James Potter are that they're dead. Dumbledore bowed
20:58his head. Professor McGonagall gasped. I didn't want to believe it. Oh.
21:05Albus? Dumbledore reached out and patted her on the shoulder. I know. I know. He said heavily.
21:13Professor McGonagall's voice trembled as she went on. That's not all they're saying. He tried to
21:19kill the Potter's son, Harry. But he couldn't. He couldn't kill that little boy. No one knows
21:26why or how, but they're saying that when he couldn't kill Harry Potter, Voldemort's power
21:32somehow broke. And that's why he's gone. Dumbledore nodded glumly. It's true, faltered
21:39Professor McGonagall. After all he's done, all the people he's killed, he couldn't kill a little boy.
21:46It's just astounding. Of all the things to stop him. But how in the name of heaven did Harry
21:53survive? We can only guess, said Dumbledore. We may never know. Professor McGonagall pulled out
22:00a lace handkerchief and dabbed at her eyes beneath her spectacles. Dumbledore gave a great
22:05sniff as he took a golden watch from his pocket and examined it. It was a very odd watch. It had
22:13twelve hands, but no numbers. Instead, little planets were moving around the edge. It must
22:20have made sense to Dumbledore, though, because he put it back in his pocket and said,
22:24Hagrid Slate, I suppose it was he who told you I'd be here. By the way, yes, said Professor
22:33McGonagall, and I don't suppose you're going to tell me why you're here. Of all places, I've come
22:40to bring Harry to his aunt and uncle. They're the only family he has left now. You don't mean,
22:47you can't mean the people who live here, cried Professor McGonagall, jumping to her feet and
22:53pointing at them before Dumbledore. You, you can't. I've been watching them all day. You
23:00couldn't find two people who are less like us, and they've got this son. I saw him kicking his
23:06mother all the way up the street, screaming for sweets. Harry Potter, come and live here.
23:13It's the best place for him, said Dumbledore firmly. His aunt and uncle will be able to
23:18explain everything to him when he's older. I've written them a letter. A letter,
23:25repeated Professor McGonagall, faintly sitting back down on the wall. Really, Dumbledore? You
23:33think you can explain all this in a letter? These people will never understand him. He'll be famous,
23:40a legend. I wouldn't be surprised if today was known as Harry Potter Day in future.
23:46There will be books written about Harry. Every child in our world will know his name exactly,
23:51said Dumbledore, looking very seriously over the top of his half-moon glasses.
23:57It would be enough to turn any boy's head famous before he can walk and talk. Famous for something
24:03he won't even remember. Can't you see how much better off he'll be growing up? Off he'll be
24:09growing up away from all that? Until he's ready to take it? Professor McGonagall opened her mouth.
24:16Changed her mind. Swallowed, and then said, yes, yes, you're right. Of course. But how is the boy
24:23getting here? Dumbledore. She eyed his cloak suddenly, as though she thought he might be
24:29hiding Harry underneath it. Hagrid's bringing him. You think it wise to trust Hagrid with
24:36something as important as this? I would trust Hagrid with my life, said Dumbledore.
24:41I'm not saying his heart isn't in the right place, said Professor McGonagall grudgingly.
24:47But you can't pretend he's not careless. He does tend to.
24:53What was that? A low, rumbling sound had broken the silence around them. It grew steadily louder
24:59as they looked up and down the street for some sign of a headlight. It swelled to a roar as they
25:05both looked up at the sky, and a huge motorbike fell out of the air and landed on the road in
25:10front of them. If the motorbike was huge, it was nothing to the man sitting astride it.
25:16He was almost twice as tall as a normal man, and at least five times as wide. He looked simply too
25:24big to be allowed and so wild. Long tangles of bushy black hair and beard hid most of his face.
25:31He had hands the size of dustbin lids, and his feet in their leather boots were like baby dolphins.
25:38In his vast, muscular arms, he was holding a bundle of blankets.
25:43Hagrid, said Dumbledore, sounding relieved at last. And where did you get that motorbike?
25:50Burdett, Professor Dumbledore, sir, said the giant climbing carefully off the motorbike as he spoke.
25:56Young, serious black. Lend it me. I've got him, sir. No problems were there. No, sir. House was
26:04almost destroyed, but I got him out, or right before the muggle started swarming round. He
26:10fell asleep. As we was flying over Bristol, Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall bent forward
26:17over the bundle of blankets. Inside, just visible, was a baby boy, fast asleep under a tuft of jet
26:24black hair over his forehead. They could see a curiously shaped cut, like a bolt of lightning.
26:31Is that where? whispered Professor McGonagall. Yes, said Dumbledore. He'll have that scar
26:39forever. Couldn't you do something about it, Dumbledore? Even if I could, I wouldn't. Scars
26:46can come in useful. I have one myself above my left knee, which is a perfect map of the London
26:52Underground. Well, give him here, Hagrid. We'd better get this over with. Dumbledore took Harry
26:59in his arms and turned towards the Dursley's house. Could I? Could I say goodbye to him,
27:05sir? asked Hagrid. He bent his great shaggy head over Harry and gave him what must have been a very
27:12scratchy, whispery kiss. Then suddenly, Hagrid let out a howl like a wounded dog.
27:19Shush! hissed Professor McGonagall. You'll wake the muggles. Sorry, sobbed Hagrid,
27:26taking out a large spotted handkerchief and burying his face in it, but I can't stand it.
27:32Lily and James dead. Poor little Harry, off to live with muggles. Yes, is it all very sad,
27:40but get a grip on yourself, Hagrid, or we'll be found. Professor McGonagall whispered,
27:46patting Hagrid gingerly on the arm as Dumbledore stepped over the low garden wall and walked to
27:52the front door. He laid Harry gently on the doorstep, took a letter out of his cloak,
27:57tucked it inside Harry's blankets, and then came back to the other two for a full minute.
28:03The three of them stood and looked at the little bundle. Hagrid's shoulders shook. Professor
28:09McGonagall blinked furiously, and the twinkling light that usually shone from Dumbledore's eyes
28:15seemed to have gone out. Well, said Dumbledore, finally. That's that. We have no business staying
28:23here. We may as well go and join the celebrations. Yeah, said Hagrid in a very muffled voice.
28:29I'll be taking serious his bike back. Good night.
28:35Professor McGonagall Professor Dumbledore, sir. Wiping his
28:40streaming eyes on his jacket sleeve, Hagrid swung himself onto the motorbike and kicked
28:45the engine into life with a roar. Forget all chapters of the Harry Potter audible supporting
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28:57It rose into the air and off into the night air. I shall see you soon. I expect Professor
29:04McGonagall, said Dumbledore, nodding to her. Professor McGonagall blew her nose in reply.
29:11Dumbledore turned and walked back down the street. On the corner, he stopped and took out the silver
29:17put out her. He clicked it once, and twelve balls of light sped back to their street lamps so that
29:23Privet Drive glowed suddenly orange, and he could make out a tabby cat slinking around the corner
29:29at the other end of the street. He could just see the bundle of blankets on the step of Number
29:35Four. Good luck, Harry, he murmured. He turned on his heel, and with a swish of his cloak he was
29:41gone. A breeze ruffled the neat hedges of Privet Drive, which lay silent and tidy under the inky
29:48sky, the very last place he would expect astonishing things to happen. Harry Potter rolled over inside
29:55his blankets without waking up. One small hand closed on the letter beside him, and he slept on,
30:02not knowing he was special, not knowing he was famous, not knowing he would be woken in a few
30:08hours' time by Mrs. Dursley's scream as she opened the front door to put out the milk bottles,
30:14nor that he would spend the next few weeks being prodded and pinched by his cousin Dudley.
30:19He couldn't know that at this very moment people meeting in secret all over the country were
30:24holding up their glasses and saying in hushed voices to Harry Potter, the boy who lived.
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