哈利波特英文剧本

哈利波特与魔法石

H: Harry; D: Dunbledore; Hag: Hagrid; Mc: McGonagall; Pet: Aunt Petunia; Ver: Uncle Vernon; Dud: Dudley;

Gob: Goblin; Oth(s): Unknown(s)/ extra(s); R: Ron Weasley; HG: Hermione; Mrs. W: Mrs. Weasley, P: Percy;

Snake: Snake from zoo Q: Quirrell; Tom: Bartender from the Leaky Cauldron; Griphook: Goblin from Gringotts; Olli: Ollivander;

G: George Weasley; F: Fred Weasley; Ginny: Ginny Weasley; N: Neville; SH: Sorting Hat;

M: Draco Malfoy; SF: Seamus Finnigan; Sir N: Sir Nicholas (Nearly-Headless-Nick); S: Severus Snape;

MH: Madame Hooch; F: Filch; OW: Oliver Wood; Fl: Professor Flitwick; Pic: Picture on a Hogwarts wall;

FL: The Fat Lady; *: Not positive who; Fil: Filch; HogGos: Hogwart Ghosts; V: Voldemort Underlined: Book title; Italics: Spell

D: I should've known you would have been here Professor McGonagall. Mc: Good evening Professor Dumbledore. Are the rumors true Albus? D: I'm afraid so Professor. The good and the bad. Mc: And the boy?

D: Hagrid is bringing him.

Mc: Do you think it wise to trust Hagrid w/ something as important as this? D: Ah, Prof. I would trust Hagrid w/ my life

Hag: Professor. Dumbledore, sir. Professor McGonagall. D; No problems I trust Hagrid?

Hag: No, sir. Little tyke fell asleep as we were flying over Bristol. Try not to wake him. There you go.

Mc : Albus, do really think it's safe leaving him with these people? I've watched them all day. There're the worst sort of Muggles imaginable. They really are- - D: The only family he has.

Mc: This boy will be famous. There won't be a child in our world who doesn't know his name. D: Exactly. He's far better off growing up away from all of that. Until he is ready. There, there Hagrid. It's not really goodbye after all. Good Luck, Harry Potter.

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Pet.: Up. Get up! Now!

Dud: Wake up cousin! We're going to the zoo! Pet: Here he comes the birthday boy! Ver: happy birthday son.

Pet: Why don't you just cook the breakfast and try not to burn anything. H: Yes Aunt Petunia.

Pet: I want everything to be perfect for my Dudley's special day! Ver: Hurry up! Bring my coffee boy! H: yes Uncle Vernon.

Pet: Aren't they wonderful darling?

Dud: How many are there? V: 36, Counted them myself.

Dud: 36?! BUT LAST YEAR LAST YEAR I HAD 37!!! V: Yes, but some of them are a bit bigger than last year's! Dud: I don't care how big they are!

Pet: Now, now, now, this is what we're going to do. Is that when we go out we're going to buy you 2 new presents. How's that pumpkin?

Pet: It should be a lovely day at the zoo. I'm really looking forward to it.

V: I'm warning you now boy. Any funny business, any at all and you won't have any meals for a week. Get in.

Dud: Make it move. V: Move.

Dud: MOVE! H: He's asleep. Dud: He's boring.

H: Sorry about him he doesn't understand what it's like, lying there day after day 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? Did you miss your family? I see. That's me as well. I never knew my parents either.

Dud: Mummy, Dad, come here you won't believe what this snake is doing! Woah! Woah! Ah! Snake: Thanks. H: Any time. Oth: Snake! Ahh!

Dud: Mum! Mummy! Help me!

P: My darling boy! How did you get in there! Who did this? How did you get in there? Is there a snake?

P: It's all right sweetheart. We'll get you out of these terrible clothes. V: What happened?

H: I swear, I don't know! One minute the glass was there then it was gone, it was like magic! V: There's no such thing as magic.

V: Oh Marge is ill. Ate a funny whelk. Dud: Dad! Look! Harry's got a letter! H: Hey give it back! It's mine!

V: Yours? Who'd be writing to you?

V: No more mail through this letterbox.

Pet: Have a lovely day at the office, dear. V: Shoo! Go on!

V: Fine day Sunday. In my opinion best day of the week. And why is that Dudley?

H: Because there's no post on Sundays.

V: Right you are Harry. No post on Sunday. Ha! No blasted letters today! No, sir! Not one single bloody letter! Not one! No sir, not one blasted, miserable- - Dud: Make it stop, please! V: Stop it!

Dud: Mummy what's happening? V: Give me that! Give me that letter!

H: Get off! They're my letters! Let go of me!

V: That's it! We're going away, far away! Where they can't find us! Dud: Daddy's gone mad hasn't he? - - - - -

H: Make a wish, Harry. V: Who's there?

Hag: Sorry 'bout that.

V: I demand that you leave at once. You are breaking and entering.

Hag: Dry up Dursley you great prune. Well, I haven't seen you since you was a baby Harry. But you're a bit more along then I would have expected; particularly around the middle. Dud: I'm not... I'm not Harry. H: I am.

Hag: Well of course you are! Got something for you. Afraid I might have sat on it at some point but I imagine it'll taste fine just the same. Baked it myself, words and all. H: Thank you!

Hag: It's not everyday your young man turns 11 now it is? H: Excuse me, but who are you?

Hag: Rubeus Hagrid, Keeper of Keys and Grounds at Hogwarts. Of course you know all about Hogwarts H: Sorry, no.

Hag: No? Blimey Harry didn't you ever wonder didn't you ever wonder how your mum and dad learned it all? H: Learned what?

Hag: You're a wizard Harry. H: I'm a what?

Hag: A wizard. And a thumpin' good one I'd wager once you've trained up a bit.

H: No, you've made a mistake. I mean I can't be a wizard... I mean I'm Harry, Just Harry.

Hag: Well, \you were angry or scared? Um Hum.

H: Dear Mr. Potter, we are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

V: He will not be going! We swore when we took him in that we would put a stop to all of this rubbish!

H: You knew? We knew all along and you never told me?

Pet: Of course we knew. How could you not be? My perfect being who she was. Oh I remember the day she got her letter. My parents were so proud. We have a witch in the family. Isn't it wonderful? I was the only one who saw her for what she was?a freak. And 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, if you please, she got herself blown up, and we got landed with you. H: Blown up?! You told me my parents died in a car crash! Hag: A car crash? A car crash killed Lily and James Potter? Pat: We had to say something! Hag: It's an outrage. It's a scandal. V: He will not be going.

Hag: Oh and I suppose a great Muggle like yourself is gonna stop him. H: Muggle?

Hag: 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 in the world. And he'll be under the finest headmaster that Hogwarts has ever seen, Albus Dumbledore?/font>

V: I will not pay to have some crack pot old fool teach him magic tricks!

Hag: Never insult Albus Dumbledore in front of me?I'd appreciate it if you didn't tell anyone at Hogwarts about that. Strictly speaking I'm not supposed to do magic. H: OK

Hag: We're a bit behind schedule. Best be off. Unless you'd rather stay, of course.

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H: All students must be equipped with a one standard size two pewter cauldron, and may bring, if they desire, either an owl, a cat, or a toad. Can we find all this in London? Hag: If you know where to go.

Tom (Bartender): Ah, Hagrid the usual I presume.

Hag: No thanks Tom, I'm on official Hogwarts business. Just helping young Harry buy his school business.

Tom: Bless my soul, it's Harry Potter.

Other: Welcome back Mr. Potter welcome back.

Doris: Doris Crockford, Mr. Potter. I can't believe I'm meeting you at last. Q: Harry P-p-potter. C-can't tell you how p-pleased I am to meet you.

Hag: hello, professor I didn't see you there. Harry Professor Quirrell will be your defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. H: Oh, nice to meet you,

Q: A fearfully fascinating subject. N-not that you need it, eh, P-potter? Hag: Yes, well must be going now. Lots to buy. H: Good bye.

Hag: See, Harry? You're famous.

H: But why am I famous Hagrid? All those people back there how is it they know who I am? Hag: I'm not exactly sure I'm the right person to tell you that, Harry. Welcome Harry, to Diagon Alley. That's where you get your quills and ink. Over there, all your bits and bobs for doing wizardry.

Oth: It's a world class racing broom.

Oth:. Wow! Look at it the new Nimbus 2000! It's the fastest model yet! H: But Hagrid how am I to pay for all this? I haven't any money.

Hag: Well there's your money Harry! Gringotts, the wizard bank! Ain't no safer place, not one!

'Cept perhaps Hogwarts.

H: Hagrid what exactly are these things?

Hag: They're goblins Harry. Clever as they come the goblins, but not the most friendly of beasts. Best stay close. Mr. Harry Potter wishes to make a withdrawal Gob: And does Mr. Harry Potter have his key?

Hag: Wait a minute. Got it here somewhere. Ha! There's the little devil. Oh, and there's something else as well. Professor Dumbledore gave me this. It's about You- Know- What in vault you know which.

Gob: Very well.

Griphook: Vault 687. Lamp please. Key, please

Hag: Didn't think your mum and dad would leave you with nothing now did you? Griphook: Vault 713.

H: What's in there Hagrid?

Hag: Can't tell you Harry. Hogwarts business. Very secret. Griphook: Stand back.

Hag: Best not to mention this to anyone Harry. H: I still need... a wand.

Hag: A wand? Well, you want Ollivander's. There ain't no place better. Why don't you run along and wait. I got one more thing to do. Won't be long. H: Hello? Hello?

Olli: I wondered when I'd be seeing you Mr. Potter. It seems only yesterday that you mother and father were in here buying their first wands. Here we are. Well give it a wave. Apparently not. Perhaps this. NO, no definitely not. No matter. I wonder?Curious... very curious H: Sorry but what's curious

Olli: I remember every wand that I've sold Mr. Potter, every one. 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. H: And who owned that wand?

Olli: We do not speak his name. The wand chooses the wizard Mr. Potter. It is 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. Hag: Harry! Harry! Happy Birthday! H: Woah!

Hag: You all right Harry? You seem very quiet.

H: He killed my parents didn't he? The one who gave me this. You know Hagrid. I know you do. Hag: First and understand this Harry because it's very important. Not all wizards are good. Some of them go bad. A few years ago one of them went as bad as you can go. His name was V--. His name was V--.

H: Well maybe if you wrote it down?

Hag: Naw I can't spell it. All right, Voldemort. H: Voldemort?

Hag: Shh. It was dark times Harry, dark times. Voldemort started to gather some followers. Brought them over to the Dark Side. Anyone who stood up to him ended up dead. Your parents fought against him. Nobody lived once he decided to kill them. Nobody, not one. Except you.

H: Me? Voldemort tried to kill me?

Hag: Yes. That ain't no ordinary cut on your forehead Harry. A mark from that only comes from being touched by a curse, an evil curse at that. H: What happened to V--?To You-Know-Who?

Hag: 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 absolutely 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. Hag: 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 absolutely 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.

Hag: What are you looking at? Blimey is that time? Sorry Harry, but I'm gonna have to leave you. Dumbledore would be wanting his?/font> Well, he'd be wanting to see me. Now, your train leaves in 10 minutes. Here's your ticket. Stick to it Harry, that's very important. Stick to you ticket.

H: Platform 9 ? But, Hagrid, there must be a mistake. This says Platform 9 ? There's no such thing. Is there? Oth: Sorry.

H: Excuse me! Excuse me! Oth: On your left.

H: Excuse me sir. Can you tell me where I might find Platform 9 ? Oth: 9 ? Think you're being funny do you?

Mrs. W: It's the same every year packed with Muggles of course. Come on! H: Muggles?

Mrs. W: Platform 9 ?this way! All right Percy you first. Fred you next. G: He's not Fred I am!

F: Honestly, woman you call yourself our mother! Mrs. W: I'm sorry George. F: Only joking! I am Fred.

H: Excuse me! Could you tell me how to?/font>

Mrs. W: How to get on to the platform? Yes, not to worry dear, it's Ron's first time to Hogwarts as well. Now, all you have to do is walk straight at the wall between platforms 9 and 10. Best do it at a run if you're nervous. Ginny: Good luck! - - -

R: Excuse me, do you mind? Every where else is full. H: Not at all.

R: I'm Ron by the way! Ron Weasley. H: I'm Harry. Harry Potter.

R: SO it's true! DO you really have the?the?/font> H: The what? R: The scar? H: Oh! R: Wicked!

Oth: Anything off the trolley dears?

R: No, thanks, I'm all set. H: We'll take the lot! R: Woah!

H: Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans?

R: They mean every flavor! There's chocolate, peppermint and also, spinach liver, and tripe. George sweared he got boogie flavored one once. H: These aren't real frogs are they?

R: It's just a spell. But it's the cards you want. Each pack's got a famous witch or wizard. I got about 500 me self. Watch it! That's rotten luck. They've only got one good jump in them to begin with.

H: I've got Dumbledore! R: I've got about 6 of him. H: Hey, he's gone!

R: Well you can't expect him to hang around all day, can you? This is Scabbers by the way. Pathetic isn't he? H: Just a little bit.

R: Fred gave me a spell to turn him yellow. Want to see? H: Yeah!

R: Ahem?Sunshine?/font>

HG: has anyone seen a toad? A boy named Neville's has one. R: No.

HG: Oh are you doing magic? Let's see then.

R: Ahem. Sunshine Daisies Butter Mellow Turn this stupid fat rat yellow.

HG: Are you sure that's a real spell? Well, it's not very good is it? Of course, 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? R: I'm Ron Weasley.

HG: Pleasure. You two better change into your robes. I expect we'll be arriving soon. You've dirt on your nose by the way. Just there.

Hag: Right then. First years this way, please! First years, don't be shy. Come on now, hurry up! Hello Harry! H: Hi Hagrid! R: Woah!

Hag: Right, then. This way to the boats. Come on now, follow me. R: Wicked!

Mc: Welcome to Hogwarts. Now, in a few moments you will 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. Now while you're here your house will be like your family. Your triumphs will earn you points. Any rule breaking and you will loose points. At the end of the year, the houses with the most points is awarded the house cup. N: Trevor! Sorry.

Mc: The Sorting Ceremony will begin momentarily.

M: It's true then, what they're saying on the train. Harry Potter has come to Hogwarts. N & Oth: Harry Potter?

M: This is Crabbe and Goyle. And I'm Malfoy. Draco Malfoy. Think my name's funny do you? No need to ask yours. Red hair and a hand-me-down robe? You must be a Weasley. You'll soon find out that some wizarding families are better than others, Potter. You don't want to making friends with the wrong sort. I can help you there.

H: I think I can tell the wrong sort for my self thanks. Mc: We're ready for you. Follow me.

HG: It's not real the ceiling. It's just bewitched to look like the night outside. I read about it in Hogwarts, A History.

Mc: Will you wait along here please. Now before we begin, Professor Dumbledore would like to say a few words.

D: 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 on the right hand side is out of bounds to all who do not wish to die a most painful death. Thank you.

Mc: 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! HG: Oh, no. OK relax.

R: Mental that one, I'm telling you.

SH: Ah, right then. Hum?Right. Okay, Gryffindor! Mc: Draco Malfoy! SH: Slytherin!

R: There's no witch or wizard who went bad who wasn't in Slytherin. Mc: Susan Bones! H: Ow!

R: Harry what is it?

H: Nothing. Nothing, I'm fine

SH: 厀here shall I put you? Let's see... I know! Hufflepuff! Mc: Ronald Weasley!

SH: Ha! Another Weasley! I know just what to do with you?Gryffindor! Mc: Harry potter

SH: Hmmm?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?/font> H: Not Slytherin, not Slytherin!

SH: Not Slytherin eh? Are you sure? You could be great you know. It's all herein your head. And Slytherin will help you on the way to greatness, there's no doubt about that. No? (Harry whispering: Please, Please anything but Slytherin, anything but Slytherin.) Well if you're sure, better be?Gryffindor! Mc: Your attention please. D: Let the feast begin! H: Wow!

SF: I'm half and half. Me dad's a Muggle, mam's a witch. Bit of a nasty shock for him when he found out!

H: Say Percy, who's that teacher talking to Professor Quirrell? P: Oh, Professor Snape, head of Slytherin house.

H: What's he teach?

P: Potions. But everyone knows it's the Dark Arts he fancies. He's been after Quirrell's job for years. R: Ah!

Sir N: Hello! How are you? Welcome to Gryffindor. Oth: It's the Bloody Baron!

P: Hello, Sir Nicholas. Have a nice summer?

Sir N: Dismal. Once again my request to join the Headless Hunt has been denied. R: I know you. You're Nearly Headless Nick. Sir N: I prefer Sir Nicholas if you don't mind.

HG: \ Sir N: Like this. R: Ah! - - - - -

P: Gryffindors, follow me, please. Keep up. Thank-you. Oth: Ravenclaw follow me. This way.

P: This is the most direct part to the dormitories. Oh, and keep an eye on the staircases, they like to change. Keep up please, and follow me. Quickly now, come on. Come on. Oth: That picture's moving! Oth: Look at that one.

Oth: I think she fancies you. Oth: Look, look! Oth: Who's that girl?

Pic: Welcome to Hogwarts! FL: Password?

P: Caput Draconis. Follow me, everyone. Keep up. Quickly, come on! Gather around here. Welcome to the Gryffindor common room. Boys' dormitories is upstairs and down to your left. Girls the same on your right. You'll find all your belonging have already been brought up.

R: Whew! We made it! Can you imagine the look on McGonagall's face if we were late? That was bloody brilliant!

Mc: Thank-you for that assessment Mr. Weasley. Perhaps it would be more useful if I transfigured Mr. Potter and yourself into a pocket watch. That way one of you might be on time. H: We got lost.

Mc: Then perhaps a map? I trust you don't need one to find your seats.

S: 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 show 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. Tell me what would I get if I added root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood? You don't know? Well let's try again. Where Mr. Potter would you look if I asked you to find me a bezoar? H: I don't know, sir.

S: And what is the difference between monkswood and wolfsbane? H: I don't know sir.

S: Pity. Clearly fame isn't everything. Is it Mr. Potter?

SF: Eye of rabbit, harp sting hum, turn this water into rum?Eye of rabbit harp sting hum, turn this water into rum.

H: What's Seamus trying to do to that glass of water?

R: Turn it to rum. Actually he managed to make weak tea yesterday, before--- Ah, mail's here. H: Can I burrow this? Thanks.

Oth: Hey look! Neville's got a Remembrall.

HG: I've read about those. When the smoke turns red it means you've forgotten something. N: The only problem is I can't remember what I have forgotten.

H: Hey Ron, somebody broke into Gringotts. Listen: \witches unknown, Gringotts goblins were acknowledging the breach insist nothing was taken. The vault in question number 713 had been emptied earlier that very same day.\vault Hagrid and I went to. - - - - -

MH: Good afternoon, class.

Oths: Good afternoon Madame Hooch.

MH: Good afternoon Amanda, good afternoon. Welcome to your first flying lesson. Well what are you waiting for? Everyone step up to the left side of their broomstick. Come on now, hurry up. Stick your right hand over the broom and say up. H & Oths: Up! Up! H: Woah! M: Up. R: Up. Up!

MH: With feeling! HG: Up. Up! Up. Up!

R: UP! Ow! Shut up Harry.

MH: 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 each of 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. Mr. Mr. Longbottom! Oths: Down! Down! H: Neville!

N: Help! Help!

MH: Come back down this instant! Mr. Longbottom! Everyone out of the way! HG: Is he alright? N: Ow!

MH: Oh oh oh. Oh dear, it's a broken wrist. Poor boy. Come on now, up you get. Everyone is to keep their feet firmly on the ground while I take Mr. Longbottom to the hospital wing. Understand? If I see a single broom in the air the one riding it will find themselves out of Hogwarts before they can say \

M: Did you see his face? If the fat lump had given this a squeeze he would remember to fall on his

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