Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone
CHAPTER SIX: THE JOURNEY FROM PLATFORM NINE AND THREE-QUARTERS
Hello, dear,
she said. First time at Hogwarts? Ron's new, too.
She pointed at the last and youngest of her sons. He was tall, thin, and gangling, with freckles, big hands and feet, and a long nose.
Ron, you've got something on your nose." The youngest boy tried to jerk out of the way, but she grabbed him and began rubbing the end of his nose.
Mom -- geroff
He wriggled free.
Aaah, has ickle Ronnie got somefink on his nosie?
said one of the twins.
Shut up,
said Ron.
I'm the sixth in our family to go to Hogwarts. You could say I've got a lot to live up to. Bill and Charlie have already left -- Bill was head boy and Charlie was captain of Quidditch. Now Percy's a prefect. Fred and George mess around a lot, but they still get really good marks and everyone thinks they're really funny. Everyone expects me to do as well as the others, but if I do, it's no big deal, because they did it first. You never get anything new, either, with five brothers. I've got Bill's old robes, Charlie's old wand, and Percy's old rat.
Ron reached inside his jacket and pulled out a fat gray rat, which was asleep.
His name's Scabbers and he's useless, he hardly ever wakes up. Percy got an owl from my dad for being made a prefect, but they couldn't aff -- I mean, I got Scabbers instead.
Harry: But in, you know, the Muggle world, people just stay put in photos.
Do they? What, they don't move at all?
Ron sounded amazed. weird!
You want to be careful with those,
Ron warned Harry. When they say every flavor, they mean every flavor -- you know, you get all the ordinary ones like chocolate and peppermint and mar- malade, but then you can get spinach and liver and tripe. George reckons he had a boogerflavored one once.
Sunshine, daisies, butter mellow, Turn this stupid, fat rat yellow.
Draco Malfoy looked at him. Think my name's funny, do you? No need to ask who you are. My father told me all the Weasleys have red hair, freckles, and more children than they can afford.
CHAPTER SEVEN: THE SORTING HAT
So we've just got to try on the hat!
Ron whispered to Harry. I'll kill Fred, he was going on about wrestling a troll.
CHAPTER NINE: THE MIDNIGHT DUEL
Harry And what if I wave my wand and nothing happens?
Throw it away and punch him on the nose,
Ron suggested.
Ron had spent all evening giving him advice such as If he tries to curse you, you'd better dodge it, because I can't remember how to block them.
What do they think they're doing, keeping a thing like that locked up in a school?
said Ron finally. If any dog needs exercise, that one does.
CHAPTER TEN: HALLOWEEN
It's not any old broomstick,
he said, it's a Nimbus Two Thousand. What did you say you've got at home, Malfoy, a Comet Two Sixty?
Ron grinned at Harry. Comets look flashy, but they're not in the same league as the Nimbus.
I thought you weren't speaking to us?
said Harry.
Yes, don't stop now,
said Ron, it's doing us so much good.
Hermione marched away with her nose in the air.
Ron was in a very bad mood by the end of the class. It's no wonder no one can stand her,
he said to Harry as they pushed their way into the crowded corridor, she's a nightmare, honestly.
CHAPTER ELEVEN: QUIDDITCH
He's just made that rule up,
Harry muttered angrily as Snape limped away. Wonder what's wrong with his leg?
Dunno, but I hope it's really hurting him,
said Ron bitterly.
CHAPTER TWELVE: THE MIRROR OF ERISED
I'll get him,
said Ron, grinding his teeth at Malfoy's back, one of these days, I'll get him...
I think I know who that one's from,
said Ron, turning a bit pink and pointing to a very lumpy parcel. My mom. I told her you didn't expect any presents and -- oh, no,
he groaned, she's made you a Weasley sweater.
Every year she makes us a sweater,
said Ron, unwrapping his own, and mine's always maroon.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN: NICOLAS FLAMEL
Don't play,
said Hermione at once.
Say you're ill,
said Ron.
Pretend to break your leg,
Hermione suggested.
Really break your leg,
said Ron.
Now, don't forget, it's Locomotor Mortis,
Hermione muttered as Ron slipped his wand up his sleeve.
I know,
Ron snapped. Don't nag.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN: THROUGH THE TRAPDOOR
No more studying,
Ron sighed happily, stretching out on the grass. You could look more cheerful, Harry, we've got a week before we find out how badly we've done, there's no need to worry yet.
Right, here's what we've got to do,
[Harry] whispered urgently. One of us has got to keep an eye on Snape -- wait outside the staff room and follow him if he leaves it. Hermione, you'd better do that.
Why me?
It's obvious,
said Ron. You can pretend to be waiting for Professor Flitwick, you know.
He put on a high voice, Oh Professor Flitwick, I'm so worried, I think I got question fourteen b wrong....
Oh, shut up,
said Hermione, but she agreed to go and watch out for Snape.
Brilliant, Harry!
Stop moving!
Hermione ordered them. I know what this is -- it's Devil's Snare!
Oh, I'm so glad we know what it's called, that's a great help,
snarled Ron, leaning back, trying to stop the plant from curling around his neck.
Shut up, I'm trying to remember how to kill it!
said Hermione.
HAVE YOU GONE MAD?
Ron bellowed. ARE YOU A WITCH OR NOT?
That's chess!
snapped Ron. You've got to make some sacrifices! I take one step forward and she'll take me -- that leaves you free to checkmate the king, Harry!