Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone (2001) - full transcript

I should've known that you would be

here, Professor McGonagall.

Good evening, Professor Dumbledore.

Are the rumors true, Albus?

I'm afraid so, professor. The good and

the bad.

- And the boy?

- Hagrid is bringing him.

Is it wise to trust Hagrid with

something so important?

Professor, I would trust Hagrid with

my life.

Professor Dumbledore, sir. Professor

McGonagall.

- No problems, I trust, Hagrid?

- No, sir.

Little tyke fell asleep as we were

flying over Bristol.

Try not to wake him.

There you go.

Do you really think it's safe, leaving

him with these people?

I've watched them all day. They're the

worst sort of Muggles.

- They really are-

- The only family he has.

He'll be famous. Every child in our

world will know his name.

Exactly.

He's far better off growing up away

from all of that.

Until he's ready.

There, there, Hagrid. It's not really

goodbye, after all.

Good luck...

...Harry Potter.

Up. Get up!

Now!

Wake up, cousin! We're going to the

zoo!

- Here he comes, the birthday boy.

- Happy birthday, son.

Cook breakfast. And try not to burn

anything.

- Yes, Aunt Petunia.

- I want everything to be perfect...

...for my Dudley's special day!

- Hurry up! Bring my coffee, boy.

- Yes, Uncle Vernon.

Aren't they wonderful, darling?

- How many are there?

- 36. Counted them myself.

36?! But last year I had 37!

- But some are bigger than last

year's.

- I don't care!

This is what we're going to do.

We're going to buy you two new

presents. How's that, pumpkin?

It should be a lovely day at the zoo.

I'm really looking forward to it.

I'm warning you now, boy.

Any funny business, any at all...

...and you won't have any meals for a

week.

Get in.

Make it move.

Move!

- Move!

- He's asleep!

He's boring.

Sorry about him.

He doesn't understand what it's like,

lying there...

...watching people press their ugly

faces in on you.

Can you hear me?

It's just, I've never talked to a

snake before.

Do you...?

Do you talk to people often?

You're from Burma, aren't you? Was it

nice there?

Do you miss your family?

I see. That's me as well. I never knew

my parents either.

Mummy, Dad, you won't believe what

this snake is doing!

Thanks.

Anytime.

Snake!

Mum! Mummy! Help me!

My darling boy! How did you get in

there?

Who did this? How did you get in

there? Is there a snake?

It's all right, sweetheart. We'll get

you out of these cold clothes.

- What happened?

- I swear, I don't know!

The glass was there and then it was

gone, like magic.

There's no such thing as magic.

Marge is ill. Ate a funny whelk.

- Dad, look! Harry's got a letter!

- It's mine!

Yours? Who'd be writing to you?

No more mail through this letterbox.

Have a lovely day at the office, dear.

Shoo! Go on.

Fine day, Sunday.

In my opinion, best day of the week.

Why is that, Dudley?

- Because there's no post on Sundays?

- Right you are, Harry!

No post on Sunday.

No blasted letters today! No, sir.

Not one single bloody letter. Not one!

No, sir, not one blasted, miserable--

Make it stop, please!

Stop it!

Mummy, what's happening?

Give me that! Give me that letter!

Get off!

They're my letters! Let go of me!

That's it! We're going away!

Far away, where they can't find us!

Daddy's gone mad, hasn't he?

Make a wish, Harry.

Who's there?

Sorry about that.

I demand that you leave at once. You

are breaking and entering.

Dry up, Dursley, you great prune.

I haven't seen you since you was a

baby, Harry.

You're a bit more along than I

expected. Particularly in the middle.

I'm not Harry.

- I am.

- Well, of course you are.

Got something for you.

Afraid I sat on it, but I imagine

it'll taste fine just the same.

Baked it myself, words and all.

Thank you.

It's not every day your young man

turns 11, is it?

Excuse me, but who are you?

Rubeus Hagrid, Keeper of Keys and

Grounds at Hogwarts.

- Of course, you know about Hogwarts.

- Sorry, no.

Didn't you ever wonder where your mum

and dad learned it all?

Learned what?

You're a wizard, Harry.

- I'm a what?

- A wizard.

A good one, I'd wager, once you're

trained up.

No, you've made a mistake. I mean...

...I can't be a wizard.

I mean, I'm just Harry. Just Harry.

Well, Just Harry, did you ever make

anything happen?

Anything you couldn't explain, when

you were angry or scared?

"Dear Mr. Potter, We are pleased to

accept you...

...at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft

and Wizardry."

He will not be going! We swore we'd

put a stop to all this rubbish.

You knew? You knew all along and you

never told me?

Of course we knew. How could you not

be?

My perfect sister being who she was.

My mother and father were so proud the

day she got her letter.

"We have a witch in the family. Isn't

it wonderful?"

I was the only one to see her for what

she was.

A freak!

Then she met that Potter, and then she

had you...

...and I knew you would be the same.

Just as strange, just as abnormal.

And then she got herself blown up, and

we got landed with you.

Blown up? You told me my parents died

in a car crash.

A car crash? A car crash killed Lily

and James Potter?

- We had to say something.

- It's an outrage! A scandal!

He'll not be going.

A great Muggle like you is going to

stop him?

Muggle?

Non-magic folk. This boy's had his

name down since he were born.

He's going to the finest school of

witchcraft and wizardry.

He'll be under the finest headmaster

Hogwarts has seen, Albus Dumbledore.

I will not pay to have a crackpot old

fool teach him magic tricks.

Never insult Albus Dumbledore...

...in front of me.

I'd appreciate it if you didn't tell

anyone at Hogwarts about that.

- I'm not allowed to do magic.

- Okay.

We're a bit behind schedule. Best be

off.

Unless you'd rather stay, of course.

"All students must be equipped with...

...one standard size 2

pewter cauldron...

...and may bring, if they desire,

either an owl, a cat or a toad."

Can we find all this in London?

If you know where to go.

Ah, Hagrid! The usual, I presume?

No, thanks, Tom. I'm on official

Hogwarts business.

Just helping Harry buy his school

supplies.

Bless my soul. It's Harry Potter!

Welcome back, Mr. Potter. Welcome

back.

Doris Crockford. I can't believe I'm

meeting you at last.

Harry Potter. Can't tell you how

pleased I am to meet you.

Hello, professor. I didn't see you.

Professor Quirrell will be your

Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher.

Oh, nice to meet you.

Fearfully fascinating subject.

Not that you need it, eh, Potter?

Yes, well, must be going now. Lots to

buy.

Goodbye.

- See, Harry? You're famous.

- But why am I famous?

All those people, how is it they know

who I am?

I'm not sure I'm the right person to

tell you that.

Welcome, Harry, to Diagon Alley.

Here, you get your quills and ink.

Over there, all your bits and bobs for

doing wizardry.

It's a world-class racing broom.

Look at it! The new Nimbus 2000!

It's the fastest model yet.

But how am I to pay for all this? I

haven't any money.

There's your money. Gringotts, the

wizard bank.

Ain't no safer place, not one. Except

perhaps Hogwarts.

Hagrid, what exactly are these things?

They're goblins. Clever as they come,

but not the most friendly of beasts.

Best stay close.

Mr. Harry Potter wishes to make a

withdrawal.

And does Mr. Harry Potter have his

key?

Wait a minute. Got it here somewhere.

Ha! There's the little devil.

And there's something else as well.

Professor Dumbledore gave me this.

It's about You-Know-What in vault

you-know-which.

Very well.

Vault 687.

Lamp, please.

Key, please.

Did you think your parents would leave

you with nothing?

- Vault 713.

- What's in there, Hagrid?

Can't tell you. Hogwarts business.

Very secret.

Stand back.

Best not to mention this to anyone.

I still need a wand.

A wand? You want Ollivanders. There

ain't no place better.

Run along there and wait. I got one

more thing to do. Won't be long.

Hello?

Hello?

I wondered when I'd be seeing you, Mr.

Potter.

It seems only yesterday...

...that your mother and father were in

here buying their first wands.

Here we are.

Give it a wave.

Apparently not.

Perhaps...

...this.

No, no, definitely not. No matter.

I wonder....

Curious.

Very curious.

Sorry, but what's curious?

I remember every wand I've ever sold,

Mr. Potter.

It so happens that the phoenix...

...whose tail feather resides in your

wand, gave another feather.

Just one other.

It is curious that you should be

destined for this wand...

...when its brother gave you that

scar.

And who owned that wand?

We do not speak his name.

The wand chooses the wizard, Mr.

Potter.

It's not always clear why.

But I think it is clear...

...that we can expect great things

from you.

After all, He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named...

...did great things.

Terrible...

...yes, but great.

Harry! Harry!

Happy birthday.

You all right, Harry? You seem very

quiet.

He killed my parents, didn't he? The

one who gave me this.

You know, Hagrid. I know you do.

First, and understand this because

it's very important:

Not all wizards are good.

Some of them go bad. A few years

ago...

...there was a wizard who went as bad

as you can go. His name was V--

- His name was V--

- Maybe if you wrote it down?

No, I can't spell it.

- All right, Voldemort.

- Voldemort?

It was dark times, Harry.

Voldemort started to gather some

followers.

Brought them over to the Dark Side.

Anyone that stood up to him ended up

dead.

Your parents fought against him.

But nobody lived once he decided to

kill them.

Nobody, not one.

Except you.

Me? Voldemort tried to kill me?

Yes. That ain't no ordinary cut on

your forehead, Harry.

A mark like that only comes from being

touched by a curse, an evil curse.

What happened to V--? To You-Know-Who?

Well, some say he died.

Codswallop, in my opinion.

Nope, I reckon he's out there still...

...too tired to carry on.

But one thing's certain. Something

about you stumped him that night.

That's why you're famous. That's why

everybody knows your name.

You're the boy who lived.

What are you looking at?

Blimey, is that the time?

I'm gonna have to leave you.

Dumbledore will be wanting his--

Well, he'll be wanting to see me. Your

train leaves in 10 minutes.

Here's your ticket. Stick to your

ticket, that's very important.

"Platform 9 3/4"?

But, Hagrid, there must be a mistake.

This says platform 9 3/4.

There's no such thing, is there?

Sorry.

Excuse me. Excuse me.

On your left.

Can you tell me where I might find

platform 9 3/4?

Think you're being funny, do you?

It's the same every year, packed with

Muggles.

- Muggles?

- Platform 9 3/4, this way.

All right, Percy, you first.

Fred, you next.

- He's not Fred, I am.

- You call yourself our mother?

I'm sorry, George.

I'm only joking. I am Fred.

Excuse me.

Could you tell me how to...?

How to get onto the platform? Not to

worry, dear.

It's Ron's first time to Hogwarts as

well.

All you do is walk straight at the

wall between platforms 9 and 10.

- Best to run if you're nervous.

- Good luck.

Excuse me. Do you mind? Everywhere

else is full.

Not at all.

I'm Ron, by the way. Ron Weasley.

I'm Harry. Harry Potter.

So it's true!

I mean, do you really have the...?

- The what?

- The scar?

Wicked!

- Anything off the trolley, dears?

- No, thanks. I'm all set.

We'll take the lot.

- Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans?

- They mean every flavor.

There's chocolate and peppermint and

also...

...spinach, liver and tripe.

George sweared he got a

booger-flavored one once.

- Are they real frogs?

- It's a spell. You want the cards.

Each pack's got a famous witch or

wizard. I've got about 500 meself.

Watch it!

That's rotten luck. They've only got

one good jump in them.

- I've got Dumbledore!

- I got about six of him.

Hey, he's gone!

You can't expect him to hang around

all day, can you?

This is Scabbers. Pathetic, isn't he?

A little.

Fred gave me a spell to turn him

yellow. Want to see?

Yeah.

Has anyone seen a toad?

- A boy named Neville's lost one.

- No.

Oh, are you doing magic? Let's see,

then.

Sunshine, daisies, butter mellow

Turn this stupid, fat rat yellow

Are you sure that's a real spell?

Well, it's not very good, is it?

I've only tried a few simple ones

myself...

...but they've all worked for me.

For example:

Oculus Reparo.

That's better, isn't it?

Holy cricket, you're Harry Potter!

I'm Hermione Granger. And you are...?

- I'm Ron Weasley.

- Pleasure.

You two better change into robes. I

expect we'll be arriving soon.

You've got dirt on your nose. Did you

know?

Just there.

Right, then. First years, this way,

please!

Come on, first years, don't be shy.

Come on now, hurry up.

- Hello, Harry.

- Hi, Hagrid.

Right, then. This way to the boats.

Come on now, follow me.

Wicked.

Welcome to Hogwarts.

Shortly, you'll pass through these

doors and join your classmates.

But before you take your seats, you

must be sorted into your houses.

They are Gryffindor, Hufflepuff...

...Ravenclaw and Slytherin.

While you're here, your house will be

like your family.

Your triumphs will earn you points.

Any rule-breaking and you will lose

points.

At the end of the year, the house with

the most points wins the house cup.

Trevor!

Sorry.

The Sorting Ceremony will begin

momentarily.

It's true then, what they're saying on

the train.

Harry Potter has come to Hogwarts.

Harry Potter?

This is Crabbe and Goyle.

And I'm Malfoy.

Draco Malfoy.

Think my name's funny, do you? I've no

need to ask yours.

Red hair and a hand-me-down robe? You

must be a Weasley.

You'll find out some wizarding

families are better than others.

You don't want to go making friends

with the wrong sort.

I can help you there.

I think I can tell the wrong sort for

myself, thanks.

We're ready for you now. Follow me.

The ceiling isn't real. It's bewitched

to look like the night sky.

I read about it in Hogwarts, A

History.

Will you wait along here, please?

Now, before we begin...

...Professor Dumbledore would like to

say a few words.

I have a few start-of-term notices I

wish to announce.

The first years, please note...

...that the Dark Forest is strictly

forbidden to all students.

Also, our caretaker, Mr. Filch, has

asked me to remind you...

...that the third-floor corridor is

out of bounds...

...to everyone who does not wish to

die a most painful death.

Thank you.

When I call your name, you will come

forth.

I shall place the Sorting Hat on your

head...

...and you will be sorted into your

houses.

Hermione Granger.

Oh, no. Okay, relax.

Mental, that one, I'm telling you.

Right, then. Right.

Okay. Gryffindor!

Draco Malfoy.

Slytherin!

Every wizard who went bad was in

Slytherin.

Susan Bones.

Harry, what is it?

Nothing. Nothing, I'm fine.

Let's see....

I know! Hufflepuff!

Ronald Weasley.

Another Weasley! I know just what to

do with you.

Gryffindor!

Harry Potter.

Difficult, very difficult.

Plenty of courage, I see. Not a bad

mind, either.

There's talent, oh, yes.

And a thirst to prove yourself.

But where to put you?

Not Slytherin, not Slytherin!

Not Slytherin, eh? Are you sure?

You could be great, you know. It's all

here, in your head.

And Slytherin will help you on the way

to greatness, no doubt about that.

No? Well, if you're sure.

Better be...

...Gryffindor!

Your attention, please.

Let the feast begin.

I'm half and half.

Me dad's a Muggle. Mum's a witch.

Bit of a nasty shock for him when he

found out.

Percy, who's that teacher talking to

Professor Quirrell?

Professor Snape, head of Slytherin

house.

- What's he teach?

- Potions.

But he fancies the Dark Arts. He's

been after Quirrell's job for years.

Hello! How are you?

Welcome to Gryffindor.

It's the Bloody Baron!

Hello, Sir Nicholas. Have a nice

summer?

Dismal. Once again, my request to join

the Headless Hunt has been denied.

I know you. You're Nearly Headless

Nick.

I prefer Sir Nicholas, if you don't

mind.

"Nearly" headless? How can you be

nearly headless?

Like this.

Gryffindors, follow me, please. Keep

up. Thank you.

Ravenclaw, follow me. This way.

This is the most direct path to the

dormitories.

Keep an eye on the staircases. They

like to change.

Keep up, please, and follow me.

Quickly now, come on. Come on.

That picture's moving.

- Look at that one.

- I think she fancies you.

- Look!

- Who's that girl?

Welcome to Hogwarts.

Password?

Caput Draconis.

Follow me, everyone. Keep up. Quickly,

come on.

Gather around here.

Welcome to the Gryffindor common room.

Boys'dormitory is upstairs to the

left. Girls, the same on your right.

Your belongings have already been

brought up.

Made it!

Can you imagine the look on old

McGonagall's face if we were late?

- That was bloody brilliant!

- Thank you for that assessment.

It'd be better if I transfigured Mr.

Potter and you into a watch.

- Then one of you might be on time.

- We got lost.

Then perhaps a map? I trust you don't

need one to find your seats.

There will be no foolish wand-waving

or silly incantations in this class.

As such, I don't expect many of you to

appreciate...

...the subtle science and exact art

that is potion-making.

However, for those select few...

...who possess the predisposition...

...I can teach you how to bewitch the

mind...

...and ensnare the senses.

I can tell you how to bottle fame...

...brew glory and even put a stopper

in death.

Then again, maybe some of you have

come to Hogwarts in possession of

abilities...

...so formidable that you feel

confident enough...

...to not pay attention.

Mr. Potter.

Our new celebrity.

What would I get if I added root of

asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?

You don't know? Let's try again.

Where would you look if I asked you to

find a bezoar?

I don't know, sir.

What is the difference between

monkshood and wolfsbane?

I don't know, sir.

Pity.

Clearly, fame isn't everything...

...is it, Mr. Potter?

Eye of rabbit, harp string hum Turn

this water into rum

Eye of rabbit....

What's Seamus trying to do to the

water?

Turn it to rum. Actually managed a

weak tea yesterday, before--

Mail's here.

Can I borrow this? Thanks.

Look, Neville's got a Remembrall.

I've read about those. The smoke turns

red when you've forgotten something.

The problem is, I can't remember what

I've forgotten.

Somebody broke into Gringotts. Listen.

"Believed to be the work of Dark

wizards or witches...

...Gringotts goblins acknowledge the

breach but insist nothing was taken.

The vault in question, number 713, had

been emptied earlier that same day."

That's odd. That's the vault Hagrid

and I went to.

- Good afternoon, class.

- Good afternoon, Madam Hooch.

Good afternoon, Amanda. Good

afternoon.

Welcome to your first flying lesson.

What are you waiting for? Step up to

your broomstick.

Come on now, hurry up. Stick your hand

over the broom and say, "Up."

Up!

Up.

Up.

Up. Up!

With feeling.

Shut up, Harry.

Now, once you've got hold of your

broom, I want you to mount it.

Grip it tight. You don't wanna be

sliding off the end.

When I blow my whistle, I want you to

kick off from the ground, hard.

Keep your broom steady, hover for a

moment...

...then lean forward slightly and

touch back down.

On my whistle. Three, two....

Mr. Longbottom.

- Mr. Longbottom!

- Down, down!

Neville!

Come back down this instant!

Everyone out of the way!

Is he all right?

Oh, dear, it's a broken wrist. Poor

boy. Come on now, up you get.

Keep your feet on the ground while I

take him to the hospital wing.

Understand? If I see a single broom in

the air...

...the one riding it will be expelled

before they can say Quidditch.

Did you see his face?

If he had squeezed this, he'd have

remembered to fall on his arse.

Give it here, Malfoy.

No. I'll leave it somewhere for

Longbottom to find.

How about on the roof?

What's the matter, Potter? Bit beyond

your reach?

Harry, no way! You heard what Madam

Hooch said.

Besides, you don't know how to fly.

What an idiot.

Give it here or I'll knock you off

your broom!

Is that so?

Have it your way, then.

- Nice going, Harry.

- That was wicked, Harry!

Harry Potter!

Follow me.

You wait here.

Professor Quirrell, excuse me. Could I

borrow Wood for a moment?

Yes, of course.

Potter, this is Oliver Wood. Wood, I

have found you a Seeker.

Have you heard? Harry Potter's the new

Gryffindor Seeker.

I always knew he'd do well.

Seeker? But first years never make the

house teams.

- You must be the youngest player in--

- A century, McGonagall says.

Well done, Harry. Wood's just told us.

Fred and George are on the team.

Beaters.

Our job is to make sure you don't get

bloodied up too bad.

Can't make any promises. Rough game,

Quidditch.

But no one's died in years. Someone

vanishes occasionally.

But they'll turn up in a month or two.

Go on. Quidditch is great. Best game

there is, and you'll be great too.

I've never played. What if I make a

fool of myself?

You won't make a fool of yourself.

It's in your blood.

You never told me your father was a

Seeker too.

I didn't know.

I'm telling you, it's spooky. She

knows more about you than you do.

Who doesn't?

What's happening?

The staircases change, remember?

- Let's go this way.

- Before the staircase moves again.

Does anybody feel like we shouldn't be

here?

We're not supposed to be here.

This is the third floor. It's

forbidden.

Let's go.

- It's Filch's cat!

- Run!

Quick, let's hide through that door!

- It's locked!

- We're done for!

Move over!

Alohomora.

Get in.

Alohomora?

Standard Book of Spells, chapter

seven.

Anyone here, my sweet?

Come on.

- Filch is gone.

- He thinks this door's locked.

- It was locked.

- And for good reason.

What are they doing, keeping a thing

like that locked up in a school?

Didn't you see what it was standing

on?

I wasn't looking at its feet! I was

preoccupied with its heads.

Or maybe you didn't notice. There were

three!

It was standing on a trap door. It

wasn't there by accident.

- It's guarding something.

- Guarding something?

That's right. Now, if you two don't

mind, I'm going to bed...

...before you come up with another

idea to get us killed.

Or worse, expelled.

She needs to sort out her priorities.

Quidditch is easy to understand. Each

team has seven players.

Three Chasers, two Beaters, one Keeper

and a Seeker. That's you.

There are three kinds of balls. This

one's called the Quaffle.

The Chasers handle the Quaffle and try

to put it through one of those hoops.

The Keeper, that's me, defends the

hoops. With me so far?

I think so. What are those?

You better take this.

Careful now, it's coming back.

Not bad, Potter. You'd make a fair

Beater.

What was that?

Bludger. Nasty little buggers.

But you are a Seeker.

The only thing I want you to worry

about is this.

The Golden Snitch.

- I like this ball.

- You like it now.

Just wait. It's wicked fast and damn

near impossible to see.

What do I do with it?

You catch it. Before the other team's

Seeker.

You catch this, the game's over.

You catch this, Potter, and we win.

One of a wizard's most rudimentary

skills is levitation...

...or the ability to make objects fly.

Do you have your feathers? Good.

Now, don't forget the nice wrist

movement we've been practicing.

The swish and flick. Everyone.

The swish and flick. Good. Oh, and

enunciate.

Wingardium Leviosa. Off you go, then.

Wingardium Leviosa.

Wingardium Leviosa.

No, stop, stop, stop! You're going to

take someone's eye out.

Besides, you're saying it wrong. It's

Leviosa, not Leviosar.

You do it then, if you're so clever.

Go on, go on.

Wingardium Leviosa.

Well done! See here, everyone, Miss

Granger's done it!

Splendid!

Well done, dear.

I think we're going to need another

feather over here.

"It's Leviosa, not Leviosar."

She's a nightmare, honestly! No wonder

she hasn't got any friends.

I think she heard you.

Where's Hermione?

Parvati said she wouldn't come out of

the bathroom.

She said that she'd been in there all

afternoon, crying.

Troll in the dungeon!

Troll in the dungeon!

Thought you ought to know.

Silence!

Everyone will please not panic!

Now...

...prefects will lead their house back

to the dormitories.

Teachers will follow me to the

dungeons.

Gryffindors, keep up, please, and stay

alert.

How could a troll get in?

Not on its own. Trolls are really

stupid. Probably people playing jokes.

- What?

- Hermione! She doesn't know.

I think the troll's left the dungeon.

It's going into the girls'bathroom.

Hermione, move!