Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone illustrations
Probably all of us love the Harry Potter books. It is a story from our childhood, a world we return to when we are sad and want to feel a little magic. I love this story, as many people do, so I decided to illustrate some moments from the first book as a tribute to this beautiful story.
On Sunday morning, Uncle Vernon sat down at the breakfast table looking tired and rather ill, but happy.
“No post on Sundays,” he reminded them happily as he spread marmalade on his newspapers, “no damn letters today-”
Something came whizzing down the kitchen chimney as he spoke and caught him sharply on the back of the head. Next moment, thirty or forty letters came pelting out of the fireplace like bullets. The Dursleys ducked, but Harry leapt into the air trying to catch one -
“Out! OUT!”
“No post on Sundays,” he reminded them happily as he spread marmalade on his newspapers, “no damn letters today-”
Something came whizzing down the kitchen chimney as he spoke and caught him sharply on the back of the head. Next moment, thirty or forty letters came pelting out of the fireplace like bullets. The Dursleys ducked, but Harry leapt into the air trying to catch one -
“Out! OUT!”
“Sunshine, daisies, butter mellow, turn this stupid, fat rat yellow.”
He waved his wand, but nothing happened. Scabbers stayed grey and fast asleep.
“Are you sure that’s a real spell?’ said the girl. Well, it’s not very good, is it? I’ve tried a few simple spells just for practice and it’s all worked for me. Nobody in my family’s magic at all, it was ever such a surprise when I got my letter, but I was ever so pleased, of course, I mean, it’s the very best school of witchcraft there is, I’ve heard - I’ve learnt all our set books off by heart, of course, I just hope it will be enough - I’m Hermione Granger, by the way, who are you?”
She said all this very fast.
Harry looked at Ron and was relieved to see by his stunned face that he hadn’t learnt all the set books off by heart either.
“I’m Ron Weasley,” Ron muttered.
“Harry Potter,” said Harry.
He waved his wand, but nothing happened. Scabbers stayed grey and fast asleep.
“Are you sure that’s a real spell?’ said the girl. Well, it’s not very good, is it? I’ve tried a few simple spells just for practice and it’s all worked for me. Nobody in my family’s magic at all, it was ever such a surprise when I got my letter, but I was ever so pleased, of course, I mean, it’s the very best school of witchcraft there is, I’ve heard - I’ve learnt all our set books off by heart, of course, I just hope it will be enough - I’m Hermione Granger, by the way, who are you?”
She said all this very fast.
Harry looked at Ron and was relieved to see by his stunned face that he hadn’t learnt all the set books off by heart either.
“I’m Ron Weasley,” Ron muttered.
“Harry Potter,” said Harry.
"Hmm," said a small voice in his ear. "Difficult. Very difficult. Plenty of courage, I see. Not a bad mind, either. There’s talent, oh my goodness, yes – and a nice thirst to prove yourself, now that’s interesting... So where shall I put you?"
Harry gripped the edges of the stool and thought, "Not Slytherin, not Slytherin."
"Not Slytherin, eh?" said the small voice. "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!"
Ron, at the next table, wasn’t having much more luck.
"Wingardium Leviosa!" he shouted, waving his long arms like a windmill.
"You’re saying it wrong," Harry heard Hermione snap. "It’s Winggar-dium Levi-o-sa, make the “gar” nice and long."
"You do it, then, if you’re so clever," Ron snarled.
Hermione rolled up the sleeves of her gown, flicked her wand and said, "Wingardium Leviosa!" Their feather rose off the desk and hovered about four feet above their heads.
All at once there was a scraping noise and the egg split open. The baby dragon flopped on to the table. It wasn’t exactly pretty; Harry thought it looked like a crumpled, black umbrella. Its spiny wings were huge compared to its skinny jet body and it had a long snout with wide nostrils, stubs of horns and bulging, orange eyes.
It sneezed. A couple of sparks flew out of its snout.
"Isn’t he beautiful?" Hagrid murmured. He reached out a hand to stroke the dragon’s head. It snapped at his fingers, showing pointed fangs.
"Bless him, look, he knows his mummy!" said Hagrid.
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