Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone

by J.K. Rowling, Mary GrandPré (Illustrator), Jim Kay (illustrator)

Harry Potter’s life is miserable. His parents are dead and he’s stuck with his heartless relatives, who force him to live in a tiny closet under the stairs. But his fortune changes when he receives a letter that tells him the truth about himself: he’s a wizard. A mysterious visitor rescues him from his relatives and takes him to his new home, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.


After a lifetime of bottling up his magical powers, Harry finally feels like a normal kid. But even within the Wizarding community, he is special. He is the boy who lived: the only person to have ever survived a killing curse inflicted by the evil Lord Voldemort, who launched a brutal takeover of the Wizarding world, only to vanish after failing to kill Harry.


Though Harry’s first year at Hogwarts is the best of his life, not everything is perfect. There is a dangerous secret object hidden within the castle walls, and Harry believes it’s his responsibility to prevent it from falling into evil hands. But doing so will bring him into contact with forces more terrifying than he ever could have imagined.



My Review: This Book is the Best selling and famous of the HP Series, and I believe it. Actually, I have seen the Movie first, and after, the Book. However, the Book had full details about Harry finding out that he’s a Wizard and coming to Hogwarts. He finds new Friends, as they are a bit hilarious, for instance; Ron with Dirt on his Nose, Hermione correcting Ron’s Spell, and more. It’s interesting to the fact that The three of them ( Harry, Ron and Hermione) research a lot about the Philosopher’s Stone, challenging their selves bravely as a true Gryffindor. Professor Snape had an well imaginative, evil – looking character in our own Mind while reading the Book.


A few Paragraphs…

  1. “Ah, go boil yet heads, both of yeh,” said Hagrid. “Harry — yet a
    There was silence inside the hut. Only the sea and the whistling wind
    could be heard.
    “– a what?” gasped Harry.
    “A wizard, o’ course,” said Hagrid, sitting back down on the sofa, which
    groaned and sank even lower, “an’ a thumpin’ good’un, I’d say, once
    yeh’ve been trained up a bit. With a mum an’ dad like yours, what else
    would yeh be? An’ I reckon it’s abou’ time yeh read yer letter.”


2. Sunshine, daisies, butter mellow, Turn this stupid, fat rat yellow.”
He waved his wand, but nothing happened. Scabbers stayed gray and fast
“Are you sure that’s a real spell?” said the girl. “Well, it’s not very
good, is it? I’ve tried a few simple spells just for practice and it’s
all worked for me. Nobody in my family’s magic at all, it was ever such
a surprise when I got my letter, but I was ever so pleased, of course, I
mean, it’s the very best school of witchcraft there is, I’ve heard —
I’ve learned all our course books by heart, of course, I just hope it
will be enough — I’m Hermione Granger, by the way, who are you.

She said all this very fast.
Harry looked at Ron, and was relieved to see by his stunned face that he
hadn’t learned all the course books by heart either.

“I’m Ron Weasley,” Ron muttered.
“Harry Potter,” said Harry.


3. It was very difficult. Harry and Seamus swished and flicked, but the
feather they were supposed to be sending skyward just lay on the
desktop. Seamus got so impatient that he prodded it with his wand and
set fire to it — Harry had to put it out with his hat.
Ron, at the next table, wasn’t having much more luck.
“Wingardium Leviosa!” he shouted, waving his long arms like a windmill.
“You’re saying it wrong,” Harry heard Hermione snap. “It’s Wing-gar-dium
Levi-o-sa, make the ‘gar’ nice and long.”
“You do it, then, if you’re so clever,” Ron snarled.
Hermione rolled up the sleeves of her gown, flicked her wand, and said,
“Wingardium Leviosa!”

Their feather rose off the desk and hovered about four feet above their
“Oh, well done!” cried Professor Flitwick, clapping. “Everyone see here,
Miss Granger’s done it!”
Ron was in a very bad mood by the end of the class. “It’s no wonder no
one can stand her,” he said to Harry as they pushed their way into the
crowded corridor, “she’s a nightmare, honestly. ”




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