"Turning the envelope over, his hand trembling, Harry saw a purple wax seal bearing a coat of arms; a lion, an eagle, a badger and a snake surrounding a large letter 'H'."
Harry Potter has never even heard of Hogwarts when the letters start dropping on the doormat at number four, Privet Drive. Addressed in green ink on yellowish parchment with a purple seal, they are swiftly confiscated by his grisly aunt and uncle. Then, on Harry's eleventh birthday, a great beetle-eyed giant of a man called Rubeus Hagrid bursts in with some astonishing news: Harry Potter is a wizard, and he has a place at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. An incredible adventure is about to begin!
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Дж.К. Роулинг. Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone
– CHAPTER ONE — The Boy Who Lived
– CHAPTER TWO — The Vanishing Glass
– CHAPTER THREE — The Letters from No One
– CHAPTER FOUR — The Keeper of the Keys
– CHAPTER FIVE — Diagon Alley
– CHAPTER SIX — The Journey from Platform Nine and Three-Quarters
– CHAPTER SEVEN — The Sorting Hat
– CHAPTER EIGHT — The Potions Master
– CHAPTER NINE — The Midnight Duel
– CHAPTER TEN — Hallowe’en
– CHAPTER ELEVEN — Quidditch
– CHAPTER TWELVE — The Mirror of Erised
– CHAPTER THIRTEEN — Nicolas Flamel
– CHAPTER FOURTEEN — Norbert the Norwegian Ridgeback
– CHAPTER FIFTEEN — The Forbidden Forest
– CHAPTER SIXTEEN — Through the Trapdoor
– CHAPTER SEVENTEEN — The Man with Two Faces
J.K. Rowling. Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets
– CHAPTER ONE — The Worst Birthday
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Nearly ten years had passed since the Dursleys had woken up to find their nephew on the front step, but Privet Drive had hardly changed at all. The sun rose on the same tidy front gardens and lit up the brass number four on the Dursleys’ front door; it crept into their living-room, which was almost exactly the same as it had been on the night when Mr Dursley had seen that fateful news report about the owls. Only the photographs on the mantelpiece really showed how much time had passed. Ten years ago, there had been lots of pictures of what looked like a large pink beach ball wearing different-coloured bobble hats – but Dudley Dursley was no longer a baby, and now the photographs showed a large, blond boy riding his first bicycle, on a roundabout at the fair, playing a computer game with his father, being hugged and kissed by his mother. The room held no sign at all that another boy lived in the house, too.
Yet Harry Potter was still there, asleep at the moment, but not for long. His Aunt Petunia was awake and it was her shrill voice which made the first noise of the day.
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Just then, the doorbell rang – ‘Oh, Good Lord, they’re here!’ said Aunt Petunia frantically – and a moment later, Dudley’s best friend, Piers Polkiss, walked in with his mother. Piers was a scrawny boy with a face like a rat. He was usually the one who held people’s arms behind their backs while Dudley hit them. Dudley stopped pretending to cry at once.
Half an hour later, Harry, who couldn’t believe his luck, was sitting in the back of the Dursleys’ car with Piers and Dudley, on the way to the zoo for the first time in his life. His aunt and uncle hadn’t been able to think of anything else to do with him, but before they’d left, Uncle Vernon had taken Harry aside.
