Book: Harry Potter and the philosopher's stone. Page 1

- She wants us to give her money for bringing the newspaper. Money in your pocket.

- Why are you worried, Dursley? he asked mockingly. - Yes, it would never have occurred to me to feed him - there he is, some kind of fat.

Even if I could, I wouldn't. Scars can be helpful. For example, I have a scar over my left knee - exactly the diagram of the London subway ...

“You’ll be petrified on a cold brick all day,” said Professor McGonagall gruffly.

And who, I wonder, is going to write to you [Harry]? Uncle Vernon snorted contemptuously as he opened the letter and glanced at it. His red face suddenly turned green, and faster than the colors change at the traffic lights. But the matter did not end there. After a few seconds, his face turned grayish-white, like dried oatmeal.

- A-ah-ah! <...> Okay then ...

Weasley perfectly cope with their task - they like bloggery, only in human form.

Of course, not the wizard chooses the wand, and the wand of a magician.

In vault number seven hundred and thirteen had no keyhole.
- Stand back, - said it is important to Griphook. He gently touched the door one of his long fingers and it simply melted away.
- If it tries to make someone, other than working in the Bank goblins, it sucks it inside, and he will be in the trap, ' said Griphook.
- How often do you check if there's anyone inside? - asked Harry.
About every ten years - said Griphook with a rather nasty smile.

- Dad gone mad, right, mom? - sadly said Dudley after a day uncle Vernon left the car at the coast, locked them in the car, and he disappeared.

On Sunday morning, uncle Vernon looked tired and a little sick, but happy.
- On Sundays - no mail - loudly he said with a satisfied smile, spreading jam his newspaper. - No damn emails...

- Get the mail, Dudley, ' growled uncle Vernon from behind his paper.
- Go after her Harry.
- Harry, get the mail.
- Send her Dudley replied Harry.
- Poke him with your stick, Dudley - advised uncle Vernon.

Aunt Petunia often said that Dudley is like a little angel, and Harry told himself that Dudley looks like a pig in a wig.

You are here to learn the science of cooking magic potions and potions. Very precise and delicate science. Stupid waving a magic wand to the science is irrelevant, and because many of you barely believe that my subject is an important part of the magic of science. I don't think you can appreciate the beauty of the slowly boiling pot, exuding the subtlest odors, or soft power of liquids that creep through the veins of a man casting a spell over his mind, enslaving his feelings...