Ron, you've really gotta see this! Ron, you've gotta see this!
-Ron, come on, get out of bed! -Why?
There's something you've got to see!
Come on! Come! Come look, it's my parents!
I only see us.
Look in properly. Go on, stand there.
There. You see them, don't you?
That's me! Only I'm head boy. And I'm holding the Quidditch Cup.
And bloody hell! I'm Quidditch captain too!
I look good.
Harry, do you think this mirror shows the future?
How can it? Both my parents are dead.
Back again, Harry?
I see that you, like so many before you have discovered the delights of the Mirror of Erised.
I trust by now you realize what it does.
Let me give you a clue.
The happiest man on earth would look in the mirror and see only himself exactly as he is.
So then, it shows us what we want. Whatever we want.
Yes. And no.
It shows us nothing more or less than the deepest and most desperate desires of our hearts.
Now you, Harry, who have never known your family you see them standing beside you.
But remember this, Harry. This mirror gives us neither knowledge or truth.
Men have wasted away in front of it. Even gone mad.
That is why tomorrow, it will be moved to a new home.
And I must ask you not to go looking for it again.
It does not do to dwell on dreams and forget to live.
I had you looking in the wrong section.
How could I be so stupid?
I checked this out weeks ago for a bit of light reading.
This is light?
Of course! Here it is!
Nicholas Flamel is the only known maker of the Sorcerer's Stone.
-The what? -Honestly, don't you two read?
"The Sorcerer's Stone is a legendary substance with astonishing powers."
"It'll transform any metal into pure gold... and produces the Elixir of Life which will make the drinker immortal."
-Immortal? -It means you'll never die. -I know what it means!
"The only Stone currently in existence belongs to Mr. Nicholas Flamel... the noted alchemist who last year celebrated his 665th birthday."
That's what Fluffy's guarding on the 3rd floor. That's what's under the trap door. The Sorcerer's Stone.
-Hagrid... -Oh, hello. Sorry, don't wish to be rude, but I'm in no state to entertain today.
We know about the Sorcerer's Stone.
We think Snape's trying to steal it.
Snape? Blimey, you're not still on about him are you?
Hagrid, we know he's after the stone we just don't know why.
Snape is one of the teachers protecting the Stone.
-He's not about to steal it. -What?
You heard. Come on now, I'm a bit preoccupied today.
Wait a minute. "One of the teachers"?
Of course, there are other things defending the Stone, aren't there?
-Spells, enchantments. -That's right.
Waste of bloody time, if you ask me. Ain't no one gonna get past Fluffy.
Ain't a soul knows how, except for me and Dumbledore.
I shouldn't have told you that. I should not have told you that.
-Hagrid, what exactly is that? -That? It's...
I know what that is! But, Hagrid, how did you get one?
I won it. Off a stranger I met down at the pub.
Seemed quite glad to be rid of it, as a matter of fact.
Is that... a dragon?
That's not just a dragon. That's a Norwegian Ridgeback.
My brother Charlie works with these in Romania.
Isn't he beautiful? Oh, bless him. Look, he knows his mummy.
-Hello, Norbert. -Norbert?
Yeah, well, he's gotta have a name, doesn't he?
He'll have to be trained up a bit, of course.
-Who's that? -Malfoy.
Oh, dear.
Hagrid always wanted a dragon. Told me so the first time I ever met him.
It's crazy. And worse, Malfoy knows.
-I don't understand. Is that bad? -It's bad. -Good evening.
Nothing, I repeat, nothing... gives a student the right to walk about the school at night.
Therefore, as punishment for your actions, 50 points will be taken.
- 50?! -Each!
And to ensure it doesn't happen again... all four of you will receive detention.
Excuse me, professor, perhaps I heard you wrong. I thought you said the four of us.
No, you heard me correctly Mr. Malfoy.
You see, honorable as your intentions were, you too were out of bed after hours.
You will join your classmates in detention.