I just finished reading Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone. Long put off, now, reading my story, I realize that I missed a lot of interesting moments for me, I know how to combine them harmoniously so that the sadness is not so high.
FRESHMEN AREN'T ALLOWED TO HAVE THEIR OWN BROOMS.
I realized I'd screwed up with Lovegood, but the explanation is that in the book, Malfoy used his father's influence to sneak his broom into Hogwarts, which means smuggling is still allowed, especially for purebloods.
Some moments of the book I like more, logic add But this is only minor details, the biggest disappointment is that Neville was removed from the movie almost completely.
but I still like the movie better. ( not all of them, just the Philosopher's Stone )
I didn't like the second Quidditch match, but it's tolerable, but what I don't like at all is the arch in the forbidden forest, I like the movie version better.
now to the comments
Brendonjack111
I'll be honest, I forgot about this detail, but let's not spoil the magical world and accept the excuse I made a moment ago.
1) Being friends with a pureblood wizard (Theodore, sorry) is very rewarding and has its benefits.
And no, they were in an alleyway, not Hogsmeade.
2) Halloween is coming up, so combined with point 1, it makes things easier.
Mmha
It's okay, your sign was like a kiss
The Gryffindor room, where Harry Ron and Hermione had returned to, was always filled with warmth and comfort, even after such a disturbing evening. The heart of the room was a huge fireplace made of rough, but beautiful, stones. Tongues of flame danced inside, creating a soft, golden light that dimmed the shadows and chased away the remnants of the night's the mantelpiece were several old books, bound in leather, with faded inscriptions.
Harry, Ron, and Hermione, upon returning to the Gryffindor common room, took their usual seats in the three armchairs that stood in a semicircle in front of the fireplace, almost without conspiracy. These chairs, though old and worn, seemed to be the most comfortable in the entire castle.
The three sat in silence for a while, looking at the fire. The quiet crackling of wood in the fireplace created an atmosphere of peace and tranquility. But, underneath this mask of calmness there was tension and anxiety.
Harry, unable to stand the tension, was the first to break the silence that reigned in the chairs in front of the fireplace.
"I... I have to tell you what happened," he began, his voice trembling and he involuntarily gripped the armrests of his chair.
"Me and Malfoy... we came across a dead unicorn. It was lying there, in the middle of the forest itself, in a clearing... All... all bloody..." Harry was silent for a moment, trying to deal with the sudden rush of emotion, and shifted his gaze to the fire in the fireplace, as if trying to find answers to his questions there.
"I... I don't know exactly what happened, but it was horrible. I can't describe it in words. We saw him...that..." He was silent for a second, gathering his wits, and finally blurted out:
"It was Voldemort! He drank unicorn blood!" Harry exhaled sharply, as if it was only by saying the name out loud that he was able to realize the full horror of what had happened.
"He looked... so horrible. He was so... dangerous." Harry fell silent again, and for a moment he seemed to lose the thread of the story, but then he continued, his voice trembling with excitement once more.
"The moment I froze upon seeing him, something happened. This... this man tried to kill me, but, suddenly, a centaur appeared and threw him aside. He yelled at me that I should leave because most of the forest dwellers know me and they want to kill me." Harry looked at Ron and Hermione, searching their eyes for support and understanding.
"He said that unicorn blood gives eternal life, but curses the person who drinks it. He said that Voldemort wanted to get his hands on it to regain his power. And that now he would be after me as well."
"We were all wrong," he said, his voice firmer than before. - We thought Snape wanted to get the Philosopher's Stone for himself. But he didn't, I'm sure of it. Snape... he wanted to steal the stone for Voldemort. I'm sure of it, I can feel it." He looked at his friends with a serious and focused look, as if trying to convince them that he was right.
Ron, upon hearing Harry's words about Voldemort, flinched sharply and recoiled from him as if he had said something horrible.
"Harry! - He exclaimed, his voice full of terror. - You can't say that name! You know you can't say his name!" He looked around as if afraid someone or something would hear them. Ron even lowered his voice to a whisper, as if the very sound he uttered could get them in trouble.
Hermione, though not as violently as Ron, also reacted to Voldemort's name with consternation. She clamped her hands over her mouth as if trying to hold back a scream and threw Harry a reproachful look.
"Harry, Ron is right," she whispered, her voice shaky. - We shouldn't say that name. It's like... like bringing on trouble." She turned toward the fireplace, as if she wanted to make sure no one else was in the room.
Their reaction was almost superstitious terror at the name of the one they had feared for so long. They were so badly frightened that they didn't immediately notice how scared Harry himself was, talking about what had happened in the forest.
Harry, seeing the horror on his friends' faces, sighed and lowered his head.
"Okay, okay," he muttered, "I won't call him by his name anymore. Sorry." He realized that Ron and Hermione weren't doing it out of spite. The fear of Voldemort was too strong, and he didn't want to escalate things further.
He took a breath, and continued his story, "But the strangest thing... is that... when I didn't know what was going on at all, and when that dark figure was about to finish me off, Itachi suddenly appeared." He frowned, trying to figure out what it was that bothered him so much about that moment.
" I mean, we were together, all of us. He was with Ron when Malfoy and I went into the forest. How was he around so quickly? I didn't see him come up, it was like he just appeared out of nowhere. " He looked at his friends with a look of incomprehension, hoping they would help him make sense of this strange coincidence.
Ron, frowning, as if trying to piece together the scraps of memories into a coherent whole, said suddenly.
"He heard Malfoy scream when that... dark figure, pounced on you. And he, immediately ran at the sound." Ron paused for a moment, as if waiting for his friends' reaction.
Ron was embarrassed, but trying to hide the fact, quickly continued
"That... that was pretty selfless, you know. The Uchiha, after all, isn't friends with Malfoy or you. I've seen them always fighting. But he still rushed to your rescue without even knowing what was going on." Ron was silent for a moment, as if he himself didn't fully understand what he had said, and then looked at his friends, with some strange expression on his face.
Hermione and Harry exchanged surprised looks. They were amazed that Ron, who had always been so distrustful of all Slytherins, was now praising the Uchiha, and even calling his act selfless.
"Ron, are you... are you serious? - Hermione asked, raising an eyebrow incredulously. - It's not like you've never said anything nice about Slytherins, much less Itachi. What's wrong?"
Hermione, hearing Ron's words, frowned and pressed her lips together slightly. She knew that she could sometimes be overconfident in her knowledge, and that it often annoyed those around her. She remembered how Ron had rolled his eyes more than once when she had lectured or bragged about her academic success. But now the situation seemed to be upside down.
Ron, noticing the bewilderment and slight offense in Hermione's voice, blushed and began to excuse himself, stammering on every word.
"Well, it's... it's not quite what you think, Hermione," he muttered, looking away.
"Itachi and I... well, we kind of talked for a bit." He paused, as if trying to remember the details, but really, he was just trying to find the right words.
"Well, it could hardly be called a conversation, to be honest, but still... he's kind of, well, he's not like all the other Slytherins." Ron scratched the back of his head in embarrassment and continued
"He... he never brags about his knowledge, you know? He just knows everything, but he doesn't rub it all in your face. I've seen you brag about how much you know yourself sometimes." He ignored Hermione's indignant look, and continued
"Besides, he saved us from a troll, remember? I almost threw my skates off then myself. And now... he came to Harry's rescue, even though no one asked him to."
Ron was silent for a moment, as if pondering what he had just said.
"I...I just think that maybe we judge all Slytherins too much. Maybe they're not all bad like we used to think. Well, at least Itachi isn't like that. He's different," he concluded, looking at his friends. There was genuine confusion in his voice, and he seemed to be really starting to question his beliefs.
Hermione listened to Ron's excuses and thought for a moment. She realized that now was not the right time for arguments and clarification of relationships. After all, Harry was clearly scared and needed support.
"Ron," she said, taking a breath. - 'I think we can discuss all this later. Right now it's more important to calm Harry down." She shifted her gaze to Harry and moved closer to him, placing a hand on his shoulder.
"Harry," she began softly, trying to reassure her friend. - I know you're very scared right now, but you have to understand that the one whose name cannot be mentioned was afraid of Dumbledore even at the peak of his power. You've seen it for yourself." She spoke firmly, looking directly into Harry's eyes.
"As long as Dumbledore is around, you're safe. He's the most powerful wizard there is, and I'm sure he won't let you get hurt. He won't let him get close to you. So as long as you're at Hogwarts, close to him, you're in no danger." She smiled slightly, trying to cheer Harry up.
"Just try not to think about it right now, okay? Try to rest and not get yourself worked up." Hermione looked at Harry with concern, but at the same time she could read the confidence and determination in her eyes. She wanted Harry to feel at least a little calmer and stop worrying so much.
After Hermione's words, the atmosphere in the room lightened up a bit. Harry, though still anxious, seemed to calm down a bit after listening to Hermione's words. The three of them sat by the fireplace for a while longer, discussing what had happened in the forest and trying to clear things up a bit, but in the end, all three of them came to the conclusion that they just needed to rest now.
Ron, trying to distract himself from his anxious thoughts, began to talk about something funny that had happened to him in class, and that helped to ease the tense atmosphere for a while. Harry and Hermione though weren't laughing as heartily as usual.
And soon they all started yawning.