Speaker 1: Hustle Studios. Hullo there, welcome back. I am so glad
Speaker 1: you are here to night. Just settle in, get comfortable,
Speaker 1: Let your body sink into the pillows. Pull the blanket
Speaker 1: up to your chin if you like. There is no rush.
Speaker 1: We have all night. This is Magus Knuckle and I
Speaker 1: am Nigel. To night. We are reaching the end of
Speaker 1: something quite special, the final chapter of our first journey
Speaker 1: together through Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone, Chapter seventeen,
Speaker 1: The Man with Two Faces. Now, before we drift into
Speaker 1: tonight's chapter, let us gently remember where we left off.
Speaker 1: In our last visit to Orgwards, Harry, Ron and Hermione
Speaker 1: made their way through the trap door beneath Fluffy. They
Speaker 1: faced devil Snare in the dark, flying keys that cut
Speaker 1: and swooped, a giant chess set where a run sacrificed
Speaker 1: himself so as friends could pass, a logic puzzle with
Speaker 1: seven bottles of potion, where Hermione worked out which one
Speaker 1: was safe to drink, And finally Harry walked into the
Speaker 1: final chamber alone. There he fanned Professor Croll, not Snape,
Speaker 1: as they had always suspected. Standing before the mirror of
Speaker 1: her rises and Corol unwrapped his sturban, revealing the face
Speaker 1: of lord Ful Lombard on the back of his head.
Speaker 1: He was fumbat all along who had been drinking unicorn
Speaker 1: plat in the forbidden forest, who had been sharing Quarrel's
Speaker 1: body like a paracite, trying desperately to get the stone
Speaker 1: and return to fall power. And when Harry looked into
Speaker 1: the mirror, he felt the stone drop into his pocket
Speaker 1: he had, But then Quarrel lunch and Harry touched him,
Speaker 1: and Quarrels skin burned the contact, but Harry felt pain, too,
Speaker 1: terrible pain, and then everything went dark. Let us find
Speaker 1: out what happens next. Shall we just close your eyes
Speaker 1: and listen? Harry lay in a fairy white bed. The
Speaker 1: world was white and soft, white sheets pulled up to
Speaker 1: his chest, White sheets pulled up to his chest, white
Speaker 1: curtains around the bed, Sunshine, golden and warm, streaming through
Speaker 1: a tall winter Somewhere outside, he could hear birds singing.
Speaker 1: It took him a long moment to remember where he was.
Speaker 1: His body ached not sharply, but deeply, like he had
Speaker 1: been carrying something very heavy for a very long time.
Speaker 1: He blinked slowly against the light. His glasses were on
Speaker 1: the table beside his bed. He reached for them, put
Speaker 1: them on, and the blurry world became sharp. He was
Speaker 1: in the hospital wing at Hogles. The fir first thing
Speaker 1: he noticed was the chocolate. There was an enormous pile
Speaker 1: of chocolate on the table beside his bed, Chocolate paws,
Speaker 1: chocolate frogs, chocolate biscuez boxes upon boxes. It seemed as
Speaker 1: though every single teacher at Hongkorn's had sent him something.
Speaker 1: There were chocolats on the chair, chocolands on the window sill,
Speaker 1: even a box balanced on the furst of spirit. He
Speaker 1: was the most chocolate Harry had ever a scene in
Speaker 1: his life. His scar brickled gently, not the sharp pain
Speaker 1: he remembered from the chamber beneath the school, just a
Speaker 1: faint tingling, like a memory of pain. Then he heard
Speaker 1: a voice, a very calm, very gentle, very old voice.
Speaker 1: I thought you would wake up to day, said the voice.
Speaker 1: So I bought you all this chocolate. I find it
Speaker 1: as a remarkably restorative effect. Harry turned his head carefully. There,
Speaker 1: sitting in a high backed chair beside the bed, reading
Speaker 1: a magazine called Transfiguration, to day held upside down was
Speaker 1: Professor albust Tumbardare. He peered at Arry over his half
Speaker 1: mooned spectacles and smiled. It was the kind of smile
Speaker 1: that made you feel like everything was going to be
Speaker 1: all right, like the world was fundamentally a good place.
Speaker 1: How long have I been here, Harry asked. His voice
Speaker 1: was croaky and dry, his throat felt like samd paper.
Speaker 1: Three days, dear boy, three days and three nights. Miss
Speaker 1: Granger and mister Weasley have been most worried. They have
Speaker 1: visited every day. But I told them that you were
Speaker 1: not in any real permanent danger. You see, Professor Quarrel
Speaker 1: was not able to truly army, not in the way
Speaker 1: he intended. Harry stared at Dumbledore. His brain felt slow
Speaker 1: like treacle. But he did hurt me. He burned me,
Speaker 1: and I burned him. Dumbledore set down his magazine very
Speaker 1: carefully on the table. He adjusted his spectacles. He folded
Speaker 1: his long, thin fingers together. Ah. Yes, that tell me, Harry,
Speaker 1: what do you see when you look in the mirror
Speaker 1: of her eyes? Harry was startled by the question. I
Speaker 1: I see my family, my parents, I see them standing
Speaker 1: beside me. Tumbardeau nodded slowly. And what does the mirror show, Quirrel,
Speaker 1: I wonder, power, glory, the stone itself. But you you
Speaker 1: wanted to find this stone, but not to use it,
Speaker 1: and that is why the mirror gave it to you.
Speaker 1: He paused. His blue eyes were very kind. Now as
Speaker 1: to why Quarral could not bear to touch you, Dum,
Speaker 1: butto leaned forward slightly. His voice became very soft. It
Speaker 1: was because of your mother, Harry. Your mother died to
Speaker 1: save you when you were just a baby. If there
Speaker 1: is one thing that Lord Vaunepat cannot understand, one thing
Speaker 1: that has always been beyond his comprehension, it is love.
Speaker 1: Harry felt something stir in his chest, something warm. Your
Speaker 1: mother's love was so powerful, so absolute, that when she
Speaker 1: died to protect you, she left a mark on you.
Speaker 1: Not a scar, Harry, not a visible mark. But it
Speaker 1: is written into your very skin, into who you are,
Speaker 1: to have been loved so deeply, even though the person
Speaker 1: who loved ye is gone, will give us some protection
Speaker 1: for ever. It is in your skin, Harry. Quarrel, who
Speaker 1: was full of hatred and greed and the desire for power,
Speaker 1: full of everything dark and selfish, he could not bear
Speaker 1: to touch a person marked by something so good it
Speaker 1: burned him, and it will burn vonebot to if he
Speaker 1: is ever foolish enough to touch you. Harry sat with
Speaker 1: that for a very long time. The birds outside were
Speaker 1: still singing. The sunshine moved slowly across the white sheets.
Speaker 1: His mother, whom he could barely remember, who had died
Speaker 1: fifteen years ago in a cottage in Goldrick's Honor, was
Speaker 1: still protecting him, still wrapping her arms around him, even
Speaker 1: from beyond the gray. That is why I could not
Speaker 1: tell you everything when you first arrived at Awkwards, said
Speaker 1: Timullah gently. Some truths are too important to be given.
Speaker 1: They must be discovered. Lift through felt in your bonds.
Speaker 1: Now I expect you have more questions. Harry nodded. His
Speaker 1: mind was full of questions. They dumbled over each other
Speaker 1: like puppies. The stone, he said first, the Forelolosopher's stone?
Speaker 1: Did Quarrel get it? Did Volomot get it? Tomados shook
Speaker 1: his head. No, the stone has been destroyed, destroyed. Harry
Speaker 1: sat up a little. But Nicholas flamm He needs the
Speaker 1: elixir of life to stay alive, doesn't he. I spoke
Speaker 1: with Nicholas and his wife, Parannel, while you are sleeping.
Speaker 1: They have enough elixir stored to set their affairs in order,
Speaker 1: and then well they will die. Harry felt a small
Speaker 1: shock run through him. But they will really die, he
Speaker 1: told them, being destroyed, and they just except in it.
Speaker 1: They are very old, Harry. They have lived for over
Speaker 1: six hundred years, and to the well organized mind, death
Speaker 1: is but the next great adventure. Nicholas has always said
Speaker 1: that he is quite ready. Dumbreu said this so calmly,
Speaker 1: so peacefully, as if death were merely and doorway at
Speaker 1: the threshold to step through, and somehow coming from Dumbelore,
Speaker 1: it did not sound frightening at all. I made the
Speaker 1: decision to destroy the stone, Dumblore continued. It was too
Speaker 1: dangerous to exist, too great a temptation. As long as
Speaker 1: it lived, there would always be some one seeking it,
Speaker 1: some one willing to kill for it. They would always
Speaker 1: be of Vaudemont waiting in the shadows. So Nicholas and
Speaker 1: I agreed it was best this way. Harry lay back
Speaker 1: against his pillows. He felt sad for Nicholas Bermount, but
Speaker 1: he also understood some things were too dangerous to keep. Now,
Speaker 1: said Dumbaredore, and there was a tiny shift in his voice,
Speaker 1: a hint of something more serious. There is one more
Speaker 1: thing I must explain to you. I expect you want
Speaker 1: to know how valmart or what remains of him, came
Speaker 1: to be sharing Professor Quirrel's body. Yes, said Harry, I
Speaker 1: don't understand how. It is a sad story, said Dumbledore quietly,
Speaker 1: and not a very long one. After Funemont's downfall, when
Speaker 1: his killing curse rebounded from you as a baby, he
Speaker 1: was destroyed, but not completely. He was too powerful for that.
Speaker 1: He was reduced to something less than a ghost, less
Speaker 1: than the meanest spirit. He fled into the forests of Albania,
Speaker 1: hiding in trees in the dark places, possessing animals to
Speaker 1: survive snakes. Mostly he was barely alive, just a shadow
Speaker 1: of a shadow man. He was waiting, always waiting, waiting
Speaker 1: for a chance to return, a follower to find him,
Speaker 1: a fool to use. And then Professor Quarrel found him.
Speaker 1: Dumbledore poored. His expression was very sad. Chernusqua a gift
Speaker 1: had stedent when he was at Acorns, he told Magas
Speaker 1: studies for a while before becoming the defense against the
Speaker 1: Dark Art's teacher but it was always ambitious, always curious
Speaker 1: about the darker aspects of magic. He took a year
Speaker 1: off from teaching to travel to gain what he called
Speaker 1: practical experience. In Albania, he found foremulted, and Quarrel was seduced,
Speaker 1: not by force, not by thread, but by the promise
Speaker 1: of knowledge of power. Polamont as a way of making
Speaker 1: people believe that serving him will bring them everything they desire,
Speaker 1: so Quarrel agreed to help. He brought Volamont back to England,
Speaker 1: back to Hogwarts. They shared a body, Quarrel in front,
Speaker 1: Polamont on the back of his head hidden beneath the turban.
Speaker 1: Who was Quarrel who broken to Ringads to try to
Speaker 1: steal the stone from the vault. It was Quarrel who
Speaker 1: let the mountain troll into the school on Hallowe. It
Speaker 1: was Quarrel who jinxed your broom during the first quidditch match.
Speaker 1: It was Quarrel who drag the unicorn blood in the
Speaker 1: forbidden forest to keep Volmittled alive all year long. The
Speaker 1: enemy was inside the castle, right under our noses, and
Speaker 1: it was not sneep, though I know you believed it was.
Speaker 1: Harry felt his cheeks flush. He means neat, doesn't. Profeta
Speaker 1: Sneap said it, pon to Laura gently. He is a
Speaker 1: complicated man, but he is not your enemy. He was
Speaker 1: trying to protect you this year. When he was jinxing
Speaker 1: your broom, he was muttering a countercurse. He was the
Speaker 1: one who tried to save you during the match. It
Speaker 1: was Professor Snape who alerted me when Quarrel went after
Speaker 1: the stone that night. Harry sat with that for a moment,
Speaker 1: Snape trying to protect him. It seemed impossible, but then
Speaker 1: many impossible things seemed to happen. Not awkwards. You have
Speaker 1: been very brave, Harry, said Dumbledore, and his voice was
Speaker 1: so warm, so sincere, that Harry felt his eyes brickle,
Speaker 1: Braver than you know. But there are some things I
Speaker 1: cannot tell you, not because I don't trust you, but
Speaker 1: because you are still so young, and some truths need time.
Speaker 1: There is a reason of not I tried to kill
Speaker 1: you as a baby, a prophecy, a prediction made before
Speaker 1: you were born. But that is a story for another
Speaker 1: chapter of your life, when you are ready. Harry wanted
Speaker 1: to push, he wanted to demand answers, but done below.
Speaker 1: I don't way of closing a conversation, not with force,
Speaker 1: but with kindness, like a gentle hand guiding a door shut.
Speaker 1: And somehow Harry did not mind. He trusted this old man.
Speaker 1: He trusted that when the time was right, the answers
Speaker 1: would come. You deserve a reward, said Damblon. Suddenly his
Speaker 1: eyes twinkled. Or of you two, let me see. Fifty
Speaker 1: points to mister Potter for outstanding courage in the face
Speaker 1: of mortal danger, fifty points to miss Granger for the
Speaker 1: cool and logical use of knowledge under pressure, fifty points
Speaker 1: to mister Weasley for the best played game of chess
Speaker 1: that all courts are seen in many, many years, and
Speaker 1: ten points to mister Neville long Bottom Nevill. Harry said, yes, Neval,
Speaker 1: for the rare and wonderful courage to stand up to
Speaker 1: one's friends. It takes grace bravery to stand up to
Speaker 1: your enemies, Harry, but just as much to stand up
Speaker 1: to your friends. Nevill stood in your path and tried
Speaker 1: to stop you from losing more house points. He was wrong,
Speaker 1: but he was very brave, Harry smiled Neville, Poor brave Nevill,
Speaker 1: And just like that, Griffenda won the house gup Slytherin
Speaker 1: had held it for seven years running, seven years of
Speaker 1: green and silver banners hanging from the ceiling of the
Speaker 1: Great Hall, but not this year. This year. At the
Speaker 1: end of here feast, Tumbler stirred and waved his wand,
Speaker 1: and the banners turned from green and silver to scarlet
Speaker 1: and gold. The griff dir table irrupted. Students cheered and
Speaker 1: jumped and hugged each other. Even Percy Weasley, who was
Speaker 1: usually very proper and dignified, stood on his chair and
Speaker 1: waved his napkin. Harry caught Nevill's eye across the hall.
Speaker 1: Neville was bright red and grinning from ear to ear.
Speaker 1: Harry raised his coblet to him. Neville waved back, shyly.
Speaker 1: It was a good moment, a warm moment, the kind
Speaker 1: of moment you carry with you for the rest of
Speaker 1: your life. A few days later, Harry was discharged from
Speaker 1: the hospital. Winged. The eggs had faded, the scar it
Speaker 1: settled back to its usual Quietlike Bulb self, he walked
Speaker 1: slowly through the corridors of the castle, enjoying the quiet.
Speaker 1: Most of the students had already gone home for the summer.
Speaker 1: The castle felt vast and peaceful. His footsteps echoed on
Speaker 1: the stone. Flowers, paintings dozed in their frames, A ghost
Speaker 1: drifted through a wall. He found Rond and Hermione in
Speaker 1: the Gryffinda common room. They were sitting by the fireplace,
Speaker 1: even though there was no fire. It was June after all.
Speaker 1: Hermione jumped up and threw her arms around him. You
Speaker 1: are all right, I am all right, said Harry, and
Speaker 1: he meant it. We brought you your homework, said Hermione.
Speaker 1: She gestured to a pile of parchments on the table.
Speaker 1: Three essays, two translations, and a potion's like she Hermione said, Ron,
Speaker 1: he has been unconscious for three days. Give him a break.
Speaker 1: It is fine, said Harry. He actually did not mind
Speaker 1: home work, felt wonderfully normal. They sat together and talked
Speaker 1: about the year, about the letters arriving at the Dursleys,
Speaker 1: Agri and his pink umbrella, and his love of dangerous creatures,
Speaker 1: about Diagonally and the first time Harry saw green Arts,
Speaker 1: and about the sorting hat whispering in his ear, could
Speaker 1: you be a slatherin? No, not slatherin? About Quidditch and
Speaker 1: the wind in his hair, about the troll on Halloween,
Speaker 1: about Norbert, the Norwegian ridgeback, about the Forbidden Forest and
Speaker 1: the hooded Vigor drinking unicorn blood. It had been quite
Speaker 1: a year, the best year of Harry's life. I am
Speaker 1: going to miss this, said Hermione quietly. She was looking
Speaker 1: at the common room, the squashy armchairs, the scarlet tapestries,
Speaker 1: the view of the crowns to the window. Me too,
Speaker 1: said Ron. Me three, said Harry. They talked about next year,
Speaker 1: about Gridditch tryouts, about whether Acrid would bring home something
Speaker 1: even more dangerous than a dragon, About the rumor that
Speaker 1: a new defense against the Dark Art's teacher was coming,
Speaker 1: someone called Professor Looper. They talked about everything and nothing,
Speaker 1: the way only true friends can. And then it was time.
Speaker 1: The Hogwarts Express puffed and whistled at platform nine and
Speaker 1: three quarters. Students stream aboard with their trunks and owls
Speaker 1: and cats. Cagrid waved from the platform, blowing his nose
Speaker 1: into a table class sized handkerchief. Cagrid always cried. At
Speaker 1: the end of term, Harry, Ron and Hermione found a
Speaker 1: compartment and settled in. The train pulled away from the station,
Speaker 1: and Hardcourts disappeared behind them. The castle grew smaller and smaller,
Speaker 1: until it was just a distant speck on a green hill.
Speaker 1: They changed into muggle clothes. It felt strange to put
Speaker 1: on jeans and a T shirt after a year of robes.
Speaker 1: Hermione looked at the window at the English country side,
Speaker 1: rolling past green fields and stone walls and tiny villages
Speaker 1: with church peeples, sheep on hill sides, rivers winding through valleys.
Speaker 1: Do you wonder if next year will be as exciting?
Speaker 1: Asked Run. I hope not, said Harry, and he was
Speaker 1: only half joking. Run poured out a box of birdy pots,
Speaker 1: every flavor beans. Hermione wrinkled her nose. They ate chocolate
Speaker 1: frogs and played cards and talked about nothing at all.
Speaker 1: It was the kind of afternoon that stretches on for ever,
Speaker 1: golden and lazy and warm. As the train pulled into
Speaker 1: King's Cross Plaform nine and three quarters, Harry felt a
Speaker 1: strange tuque in his chest. He did not want to leave.
Speaker 1: Hogwarts was his real home, the only place he had
Speaker 1: ever truly belonged. He stepped off the train on to
Speaker 1: the platform. The Dursleys were waiting, looking sour and impatient.
Speaker 1: Uncle Annan had his arms folded. Aunt Prethunia was pursing
Speaker 1: her lips. Dudley was staring at Harry's ol head, weak
Speaker 1: with a look of faint terror. And Tarry did not
Speaker 1: mind not to night, because he carried something the Dursleys
Speaker 1: could never take away. He carried his mother's love written
Speaker 1: into his very skin. He carried the memory of his
Speaker 1: friends Ron and Hermione and Cagrit and Dumblinter and Neville.
Speaker 1: He carried the knowledge that he had faced the darkest
Speaker 1: wizard who ever lived and survived. See you next year,
Speaker 1: whispered ron Wright to me, said Hermione. Every day. Harry smiled.
Speaker 1: He picked up heart, we ex cage, he shordered his trunk.
Speaker 1: I will, he said, I promise, and he walked toward
Speaker 1: the Dursleys, carrying a whole world of magic inside him,
Speaker 1: a world that they would never understand, a world that
Speaker 1: was his. And that, dear listener, is the end of
Speaker 1: Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone. What a journey it
Speaker 1: has been, from a cupboard under the stairs to the
Speaker 1: great halls of hawk One's, from loneliness to friendship, from
Speaker 1: darkness to light, from a boy you did not know
Speaker 1: he was a wizard to a boy you had faced
Speaker 1: the greatest dark wizard of all time and lived to
Speaker 1: tell the tale. I hope you feel sleepy now. I
Speaker 1: hope your eyes are heavy and your breathing is slow
Speaker 1: and steady. Just close your eyes and listened to the
Speaker 1: sound of my voice. Let your mind drift back to
Speaker 1: platform nine and three corners. Imagine the steam from the train.
Speaker 1: Imagine your friends waving good bye. Imagine the warm, golden
Speaker 1: light of a summer evening. There is no rush. We
Speaker 1: have all night, and tomorrow night we will begin a
Speaker 1: new adventure together, Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets,
Speaker 1: New mysteries, new dangers, new friends. But that is for
Speaker 1: another time, for another evening, for another gentle journey into sleep.
Speaker 1: For now, just dressed, Let or quads watch over you
Speaker 1: from its hilltop. Let the magic carry you into dreams.
Speaker 1: Dream of flying on a broomstick of the quidditch pitch.
Speaker 1: Dream of candlelight and floating pumpkins. Dream of your mother's
Speaker 1: arms around you, keeping you safe, keeping you warm. Good night,
Speaker 1: dear listener, I will see you tomorrow night. Thank you
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