哈利·波特与魔法石 Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone(2001)【完整台词】
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Now, before we begin...
...Professor Dumbledore would like|to say a few words.
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|is out of bounds...
...to everyone who does not wish|to die a most painful death.
Thank you.
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.
Oh, no. Okay, relax.
Mental, that one, I'm telling you.
Right, then. Right.
Okay. Gryffindor!
Draco Malfoy.
Slytherin!
Every wizard who went bad|was in Slytherin.
Susan Bones.
Harry, what is it?
Nothing. Nothing, I'm fine.
Let's see...
I know! Hufflepuff!
Ronald Weasley.
Another Weasley!|I know just what to do with you.
Gryffindor!
Harry Potter.
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?
Not Slytherin, not Slytherin!
Not Slytherin, eh? Are you sure?
You could be great, you know.|It's all here, in your head.
And Slytherin will help you on the way|to greatness, no doubt about that.
No? Well, if you're sure.
Better be...
...Gryffindor!
Your attention, please.
Let the feast begin.
I'm half and half.
Me dad's a Muggle. Mum's a witch.
Bit of a nasty shock for him|when he found out.
Percy, who's that teacher|talking to Professor Quirrell?
Professor Snape,|head of Slytherin house.
- What's he teach?|- Potions.
But he fancies the Dark Arts.|He's been after Quirrell's job for years.
Hello! How are you?
Welcome to Gryffindor.
It's the Bloody Baron!
Hello, Sir Nicholas.|Have a nice summer?
Dismal. Once again, my request to join|the Headless Hunt has been denied.
I know you.|You're Nearly Headless Nick.
I prefer Sir Nicholas,|if you don't mind.
"Nearly" headless?|How can you be nearly headless?
Like this.
Gryffindors, follow me, please.|Keep up. Thank you.
Ravenclaw, follow me. This way.
This is the most direct path|to the dormitories.
Keep an eye on the staircases.|They like to change.
Keep up, please, and follow me.|Quickly now, come on. Come on.
That picture's moving.
- Look at that one.|- I think she fancies you.
- Look!|- Who's that girl?
Welcome to Hogwarts.
Password?
Caput Draconis.
Follow me, everyone. Keep up.|Quickly, come on.
Gather around here.
Welcome to the Gryffindor common room.
Boys' dormitory is upstairs to the left.|Girls, the same on your right.
Your belongings have|already been brought up.
Made it!
Can you imagine the look on old|McGonagall's face if we were late?
- That was bloody brilliant!|- Thank you for that assessment.
It'd be better if I transfigured|Mr. Potter and you into a watch.
- Then one of you might be on time.|- We got lost.
Then perhaps a map? I trust you|don't need one to find your seats.
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 can tell you how to bottle fame...
...brew glory and even|put a stopper in death.
Then again, maybe some of you have|come to Hogwarts with abilities...
...so formidable that|you feel confident enough...
...to not pay attention.
Mr. Potter.
Our new celebrity.
What would I get if I added root|of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?
You don't know? Let's try again.
Where would you look|if I asked you to find a bezoar?
I don't know, sir.
What is the difference|between monkshood and wolfsbane?
I don't know, sir.
Pity.
Clearly, fame isn't everything...
...is it, Mr. Potter?
Turn this water into rum
Eye of rabbit...
What's Seamus trying to do|to the water?
Turn it to rum. Actually managed|a weak tea yesterday, before...
Mail's here.
Can I borrow this? Thanks.
Look, Neville's got a Remembrall.
I've read about those. The smoke turns|red when you've forgotten something.
The problem is, I can't remember|what I've forgotten.
Somebody broke into Gringotts. Listen.
"Believed to be the work|of Dark wizards or witches...
...Gringotts goblins acknowledge|the breach but insist nothing was taken."
"The vault in question, number 713,|had been emptied earlier that same day."
That's odd. That's the vault|Hagrid and I went to.
- Good afternoon, class.|- Good afternoon, Madam Hooch.
Good afternoon, Amanda.|Good afternoon.
Welcome to your first flying lesson.
What are you waiting for?|Step up to your broomstick.
Come on now, hurry up. Stick your hand|over the broom and say, "Up".
Up!
Up.
Up.
Up. Up!
With feeling.
Shut up, Harry.
Now, once you've got hold of|your broom, I want you to mount it.
Grip it tight. You don't wanna be|sliding off the end.
When I blow my whistle, I want you|to kick off from the ground, hard.
Keep your broom steady,|hover for a moment...
...then lean forward slightly|and touch back down.
On my whistle. Three, two...
Mr. Longbottom.
- Mr. Longbottom!|- Down, down!
Neville!
Come back down this instant!
Everyone out of the way!
Is he all right?
Oh, dear, it's a broken wrist.|Poor boy. Come on now, up you get.
Keep your feet on the ground|while I take him to the hospital wing.
Understand? If I see|a single broom in the air...
...the one riding it will be expelled|before they can say Quidditch.
Did you see his face?
If he had squeezed this, he'd have|remembered to fall on his arse.
Give it here, Malfoy.
No. I'll leave it somewhere|for Longbottom to find.
How about on the roof?
What's the matter, Potter?|Bit beyond your reach?
Harry, no way!|You heard what Madam Hooch said.
Besides, you don't know how to fly.
What an idiot.
Give it here or I'll|knock you off your broom!
Is that so?
Have it your way, then.
- Nice going, Harry.|- That was wicked, Harry!
Harry Potter!
Follow me.
You wait here.
Professor Quirrell, excuse me.|Could I borrow Wood for a moment?
Yes, of course.
Potter, this is Oliver Wood.|Wood, I have found you a Seeker.
Have you heard? Harry Potter's|the new Gryffindor Seeker.
I always knew he'd do well.
Seeker? But first years|never make the house teams.
- You must be the youngest player in...|- A century, McGonagall says.
Well done, Harry.|Wood's just told us.
Fred and George are on the team.|Beaters.
Our job is to make sure you|don't get bloodied up too bad.
Can't make any promises.|Rough game, Quidditch.
But no one's died in years.|Someone vanishes occasionally.
But they'll turn up in a month or two.
Go on. Quidditch is great. Best game|there is, and you'll be great too.
I've never played.|What if I make a fool of myself?
You won't make a fool of yourself.|It's in your blood.
You never told me your father|was a Seeker too.
I didn't know.
I'm telling you, it's spooky.|She knows more about you than you do.
...Professor Dumbledore would like|to say a few words.
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|is out of bounds...
...to everyone who does not wish|to die a most painful death.
Thank you.
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.
Oh, no. Okay, relax.
Mental, that one, I'm telling you.
Right, then. Right.
Okay. Gryffindor!
Draco Malfoy.
Slytherin!
Every wizard who went bad|was in Slytherin.
Susan Bones.
Harry, what is it?
Nothing. Nothing, I'm fine.
Let's see...
I know! Hufflepuff!
Ronald Weasley.
Another Weasley!|I know just what to do with you.
Gryffindor!
Harry Potter.
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?
Not Slytherin, not Slytherin!
Not Slytherin, eh? Are you sure?
You could be great, you know.|It's all here, in your head.
And Slytherin will help you on the way|to greatness, no doubt about that.
No? Well, if you're sure.
Better be...
...Gryffindor!
Your attention, please.
Let the feast begin.
I'm half and half.
Me dad's a Muggle. Mum's a witch.
Bit of a nasty shock for him|when he found out.
Percy, who's that teacher|talking to Professor Quirrell?
Professor Snape,|head of Slytherin house.
- What's he teach?|- Potions.
But he fancies the Dark Arts.|He's been after Quirrell's job for years.
Hello! How are you?
Welcome to Gryffindor.
It's the Bloody Baron!
Hello, Sir Nicholas.|Have a nice summer?
Dismal. Once again, my request to join|the Headless Hunt has been denied.
I know you.|You're Nearly Headless Nick.
I prefer Sir Nicholas,|if you don't mind.
"Nearly" headless?|How can you be nearly headless?
Like this.
Gryffindors, follow me, please.|Keep up. Thank you.
Ravenclaw, follow me. This way.
This is the most direct path|to the dormitories.
Keep an eye on the staircases.|They like to change.
Keep up, please, and follow me.|Quickly now, come on. Come on.
That picture's moving.
- Look at that one.|- I think she fancies you.
- Look!|- Who's that girl?
Welcome to Hogwarts.
Password?
Caput Draconis.
Follow me, everyone. Keep up.|Quickly, come on.
Gather around here.
Welcome to the Gryffindor common room.
Boys' dormitory is upstairs to the left.|Girls, the same on your right.
Your belongings have|already been brought up.
Made it!
Can you imagine the look on old|McGonagall's face if we were late?
- That was bloody brilliant!|- Thank you for that assessment.
It'd be better if I transfigured|Mr. Potter and you into a watch.
- Then one of you might be on time.|- We got lost.
Then perhaps a map? I trust you|don't need one to find your seats.
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 can tell you how to bottle fame...
...brew glory and even|put a stopper in death.
Then again, maybe some of you have|come to Hogwarts with abilities...
...so formidable that|you feel confident enough...
...to not pay attention.
Mr. Potter.
Our new celebrity.
What would I get if I added root|of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?
You don't know? Let's try again.
Where would you look|if I asked you to find a bezoar?
I don't know, sir.
What is the difference|between monkshood and wolfsbane?
I don't know, sir.
Pity.
Clearly, fame isn't everything...
...is it, Mr. Potter?
Turn this water into rum
Eye of rabbit...
What's Seamus trying to do|to the water?
Turn it to rum. Actually managed|a weak tea yesterday, before...
Mail's here.
Can I borrow this? Thanks.
Look, Neville's got a Remembrall.
I've read about those. The smoke turns|red when you've forgotten something.
The problem is, I can't remember|what I've forgotten.
Somebody broke into Gringotts. Listen.
"Believed to be the work|of Dark wizards or witches...
...Gringotts goblins acknowledge|the breach but insist nothing was taken."
"The vault in question, number 713,|had been emptied earlier that same day."
That's odd. That's the vault|Hagrid and I went to.
- Good afternoon, class.|- Good afternoon, Madam Hooch.
Good afternoon, Amanda.|Good afternoon.
Welcome to your first flying lesson.
What are you waiting for?|Step up to your broomstick.
Come on now, hurry up. Stick your hand|over the broom and say, "Up".
Up!
Up.
Up.
Up. Up!
With feeling.
Shut up, Harry.
Now, once you've got hold of|your broom, I want you to mount it.
Grip it tight. You don't wanna be|sliding off the end.
When I blow my whistle, I want you|to kick off from the ground, hard.
Keep your broom steady,|hover for a moment...
...then lean forward slightly|and touch back down.
On my whistle. Three, two...
Mr. Longbottom.
- Mr. Longbottom!|- Down, down!
Neville!
Come back down this instant!
Everyone out of the way!
Is he all right?
Oh, dear, it's a broken wrist.|Poor boy. Come on now, up you get.
Keep your feet on the ground|while I take him to the hospital wing.
Understand? If I see|a single broom in the air...
...the one riding it will be expelled|before they can say Quidditch.
Did you see his face?
If he had squeezed this, he'd have|remembered to fall on his arse.
Give it here, Malfoy.
No. I'll leave it somewhere|for Longbottom to find.
How about on the roof?
What's the matter, Potter?|Bit beyond your reach?
Harry, no way!|You heard what Madam Hooch said.
Besides, you don't know how to fly.
What an idiot.
Give it here or I'll|knock you off your broom!
Is that so?
Have it your way, then.
- Nice going, Harry.|- That was wicked, Harry!
Harry Potter!
Follow me.
You wait here.
Professor Quirrell, excuse me.|Could I borrow Wood for a moment?
Yes, of course.
Potter, this is Oliver Wood.|Wood, I have found you a Seeker.
Have you heard? Harry Potter's|the new Gryffindor Seeker.
I always knew he'd do well.
Seeker? But first years|never make the house teams.
- You must be the youngest player in...|- A century, McGonagall says.
Well done, Harry.|Wood's just told us.
Fred and George are on the team.|Beaters.
Our job is to make sure you|don't get bloodied up too bad.
Can't make any promises.|Rough game, Quidditch.
But no one's died in years.|Someone vanishes occasionally.
But they'll turn up in a month or two.
Go on. Quidditch is great. Best game|there is, and you'll be great too.
I've never played.|What if I make a fool of myself?
You won't make a fool of yourself.|It's in your blood.
You never told me your father|was a Seeker too.
I didn't know.
I'm telling you, it's spooky.|She knows more about you than you do.
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