The stone walls of Hogwarts felt more like home than the Dursleys’ stale carpet ever had. Harry learned to soar on a broomstick, whisper to a Sorting Hat, and face a three-headed dog named Fluffy with nothing but a flute. He found two loyal friends: Hermione, who had a book for every spell, and Ron, who had a broken wand for every disaster.
“The mirror shows only the pure-hearted who wish to find the Stone, not use it,” Voldemort hissed. “Look into it, boy.” Book 1 - Harry Potter and the Sorcerer--s Stone
“The Elixir of Life is a tempting thing. But as you showed today, there are far greater magics. Love, for instance. And the courage of a boy who wanted only to find a family.” The stone walls of Hogwarts felt more like
But Quirrell wasn’t alone. As he unwound his turban, a second face emerged from the back of his skull: pale, snake-like, with gleaming red eyes. Lord Voldemort. “The mirror shows only the pure-hearted who wish
The Boy Who Unlocked the Mirror
When Harry, Ron, and Hermione slipped past Fluffy’s sleeping heads, they fell into a gauntlet of enchanted traps. Ron sacrificed himself in a giant wizard’s chess match, his king’s move shattering him unconscious. Hermione, trembling, solved a riddle of deadly potions and vanished through purple flames.
Harry touched his scar. It still ached, but it no longer felt like a curse. It felt like a compass.