Harry, Hermione and Ron learn about the Philosopher's Stone and meet Hagrid's dragon.
[n] - noun, [v] - verb, [phv] - phrasal verb, [adj] - adjective, [exp] - expression
|Harry Potter||Hermione Granger||Hagrid||Draco Malfoy|
Directions: 1) Read the script and choose the preposition. 2) Listen again and check your answers.
Hermione: I had you looking in the wrong section! How could I be so stupid? I checked this out a few weeks ago for a bit of light reading.
Ron: This is light?
Hermione: Of course! Here it is! "Nicholas Flamel is the only known maker of the Philosopher's Stone!"
Ron and Harry: The what?
Hermione: Honestly, don't you two read? "The Philosopher's Stone is a legendary substance with astonishing powers. It will transform any metal into pure gold and produces the Elixir of Life, which will make the drinker immortal."
Hermione: It means you'll never die.
Ron: I know what it means!
Hermione: "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 trapdoor...the Philosopher's Stone!
Hagrid: Oh, hello. Sorry, don't wish to be rude, but I'm in no fit state to entertain today.
All 3: We know about the Philosopher's Stone!
Harry: We think Snape's trying to steal it.
Hagrid: Snape? Blimey, Harry, you're not still on about him, are you?
Harry: Hagrid, we know he's after the Stone. We just don't know why.
Hagrid: Snape is one of the teachers protecting the Stone! He's not about to steal it!
Hagrid: You heard. Right. Come on, now, I'm a bit preoccupied today.
Harry: Wait a minute. One of the teachers?
Hermione: Of course! There are other things defending the Stone, aren't there? Spells, enchantments.
Hagrid: 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 me and Dunbledore. I should not have told you that. I should not have told you that.
Harry: Uh, Hagrid, what exactly is that?
Hagrid: That? It's a ... its um...
Ron: I know what that is! But Hagrid, how did you get one?
Hagrid: I won it. Off a stranger I met down at a pub. Seemed quite glad to be rid off it, as a matter of fact.
Hermione: Is that...a dragon?
Ron: That's not just a dragon. That's a Norwegian Ridgeback! My brother Charlie works with these in Romania.
Hagrid: Isn't he beautiful? Oh. Bless him, look. He knows his mummy. Hallo, Norbert.
Hagrid: Yeah, well, he's got to have a name, doesn't he?
Hagrid: Don't you, Norbert?
Hagrid: Ohh! Oooh, ooh, ooh, well...he'll have to be trained up a bit, of course. Who's that?
Hagrid: Oh, dear.