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.

- - - - -

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.

- - - - -

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, V

oldemort.

H: V

oldemort?

Hag:

Shh.

It

was

dark

times

Harry,

dark

times.

V

oldemort

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.