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SOURCE TEXT – NOVEL OF HARRY POTTER AND THE SORCERES’S STONE; WRITTEN BY J.K. ROWLING
CHAPTER ONE

The Boy Who Lived

Mr and Mrs Dursley, of number four, Privet Drive, were proud to say that they were perfectly
normal, thank you very much. They were the last people you’d expect to be involved in anything strange
or mysterious, because they just didn’t hold with such nonsense.

Mr Dursley was the director of a firm called Grunnings, which made drills. He was a big, beefy
man with hardly any neck, although he did have a very large moustache. Mrs Dursley was thin and
blonde and had nearly twice the usual amount of neck, which came in very useful as she spent so much
of her time craning over garden fences, spying on the neighbours. The Durlseys had a small son called
Dudley and in their opinion there was no finer boy anywhere.

The Dursleys had everything they wanted, but they also had a secret, and their greatest fear was
that somebody would discover it. They didn’t think they could bear it if anyone found out about the
Potters. Mrs Potter was Mrs Dursley’s sister, but they hadn’t met for several years; in fact, Mrs Dursley
pretended she didn’t have a sister, because her sister and her good-for-nothing husband were as
unDursleyish as it was possible to be. The Dursleys shuddered to think what the neighbours would say if
the Potters arrived in the street. The Dursleys knew that the Potters had a small son, too, but they had
never even seen him. This boy was another good reason for keeping the Potters away; they didn’t want
Dudley mixing with a child like that.

When Mr and Mrs Dursley woke up on the dull, grey Tuesday our story starts, there was nothing
about the cloudy sky outside to suggest that strange and mysterious things would soon be happening all
over the country. Mr Dursley hummed as he picked out the most boring tie for work and Mrs Dursley
gossiped away happily as she wrestled a screaming Dudley into his high chair.

None of them noticed a large tawny owl flutter past the window.

At half past eight, Mr Dursley picked up his briefcase, pecked Mrs Dursley on the cheek and tried
to kiss Dudley goodbye but missed, because Dursley was now having a tantrum and throwing his cereal
at the walls. ‘Little tyke’, chortled Mr Dursley as he left the house. He got into his car and backed out of
numbers four’s drive.

It was on the corner of the street that he noticed the first sign of something peculiar – a cat
reading a map. For a second, Mr Dursley didn’t realize what he had seen – then he jerked his head
around to look again. There was a tabby cat standing on the corner of Privet Drive, but there wasn’t a
map in sight. What could he have been thinking of? It must have been a trick of the light. Mr Dursley
blinked and stared at the cat. It stared back. As Mr Durlsey drove arounf the corner and up the road, he
watched the cat in his mirror. It was now reading the sign that said Privet Drive – no, looking at the sign;
cats couldn’t read maps or signs. Mr Dursley gave himself a little shake and put the cat out of his mind.
As he drove towards town he thought of nothing except a large order of drills he as hoping to get that
day.

But on the edge of town, drills were driven out of his mind by something else. As he sat in the
usual morning traffic jam, he couldn’t help noticing that there seemed to be a lot of strangely dressed
people about. People in clocks. Mr Dursley couldn’t bear people who dressed in funny clothes - the get-
ups you saw on young people! He was supposed this was some stupid new fashion. He drummed his
fingers on the steering wheel and his eyes fell on a huddle of these weirdos standing quite close by. They
were whispering excitedly together. Mr Dursley was enraged to see that a couple of them weren’t young
at all; why, that man had to be older than he was, wearing an emerald-green cloak! The nerve if him!
But then it struck Mr Dursley that this was probably some silly stunt – these people were obviously
collecting for something...yes, that would be it. The traffic moved on, and a few minutes later, Mr
Dursley arrived in the Grunnings car park, his mind back on drills.

Mr Dursley always sat with his back to the window in his office on the ninth floor. If he hadn’t he
might have found it harder to concentrate on drills that morning. He didn’t see the owls swooping past
in broad daylight, though people down in the street did; they pointed and gazed open-mouthed as owl
after owl sped overheard. Most of them had never seen an owl even at night time. Mr Dursley,
however, had a perfectly normal, owl-free morning. He yelled at five different people. He made several
important telephone calls and shouted a bit more. He was in a very good mood until lunch-time, when
he thought he’d stretch his legs and walk across the road to buy himself a bun from the baker’s
opposite.

He’d forgotten all about the people in clocks until he passed a group of them next to the
baker’s. he eyed them angrily as he passed. He didn’t know why, but they made him uneasy. This lot
were whispering excitedly, too, and he couldn’t see a single collecting tin. It was on his way back past
them, clutching a large doughnut in a bag, that he caught a few words of what they were saying.

‘The Potters, that’s right, that’s what I heard – ‘

‘ – yes, their son, Harry – ‘

Mr Dursley stopped dead. Fear flooded him. He looked back at the whisperers as if he wanted to
say something to them, but thought better of it.

He dashed back across the road, hurried up to his office, snapped at his secretary not to disturb
him, seized his telephone and had almost finished dialing his home number when he changed his mind.
He put the receiver back down and stroked his moustache, thinking ... no, he was being stupid. Potter
wasn’t such an unusual name. He was sure there were lots of people called Potter who had a son called
Harry. Come to think of it, he wasn’t even sure his nephew was called Harry. He’d never even seen the
boy. It might have been Harvey. Or Harold. There was no point in worrying Mrs Dursley, she always got
so upset at any mention if her sister. He didn’t blame her – if he’d had a sister like that .. but all the
same, those people in cloaks…

He found it a lot to concentrate in drills that afternoon, and when he left the building at five
o’clock, he was still so worried that he walked straight into someone just outside the door.

‘Sorry,’ he grunted, as the tiny old man stumbled and almost fell. It was a few seconds before
Mr Dursley realized that the man was wearing a violet clock. He didn’t seem at all upset at being almost
knocked to the ground. On the contrary, his face split into a wide smile and he said in a squeaky voice
that made passers-by stare: ‘Don’t be sorry, my dear sir, for nothing could upset me today! Rejoice, for
You-Know-Who has gone at last! Even Muggles like yourself should be celebrating, this happy, happy
day!’

And the old man hugged Mr Dursley around the middle and walked off.
 Mr Dursley stood rooted to the spot. He had been hugged by a complete stranger. He also
thought he had been called a Muggle, whatever that was. He was rattled. He hurried to his car and set
off home, hoping he was imagining things, which he had never hoped before, because he didn’t approve
of imagination.

As he pulled into the driveway of number four, the first thing he saw - and it didn’t improve his
mood – was the tabby cat he’d spotted that morning. It was now sitting on his garden wall. He was sure
it was the same one; it had the same makings around its eyes.

‘Shoo!’ said Mr Dursley loudly.

The cat didn’t move. It just gave him a stern look. Was this normal cat behavior, Mr Dursley
wondered. Trying to pull himself together, he let himself into the house. He was still determined not to
mention anything to his wife.

Mrs Dursley had had a nice, normal day. She told him over dinner all about Mrs Next Door’s
problems with her daughter and how Dudley had learnt a new word (‘Shan’t!’). Mr Dursley tried to act
normally. When Dudley had been put to bed, he went into the living-room in time to catch the last
report on the evening news:

‘And finally, bird-watchers everywhere have reported the nation’s owls have been behaving very
unusually today. Although owls normally hunt at night and are hardly ever seen in daylight, there have
been hundreds of sightings of these birds flying in every direction since sunrise. Experts are unable to
explain why the owls have suddenly changed their sleeping pattern.’ The news reader allowed himself a
grin. ‘Most mysterious, And now, over to Jim McGuffin with the weather. Going to be any more showers
of owls tonight, Jim?’

‘Well, Ted,’ said the weatherman, ‘I don’t know about that, but it’s not only the owls that have
been acting oddly today. Viewers as far apart as Kent, Yorkshire and Dundee have been phoning in to tell
me that instead of the rain I promised yesterday, they’ve had a downpour of shooting stars! Perhaps
people celebrating Bonfire Night early – it’s not until next week, folks! But I can promise a wet night
tonight.’

TARGET TEXT (NOVEL DITULIS OLEH J.K. ROWLING; HARRY POTTER DENGAN BATU HIKMAT)

BAB SATU

Kanak-kanak yang Terselamat daripada Maut

Encik Dursley dan Puan Dursley yang tinggal di Nombor Empat Privet Drive, bangga mengatakan bahawa
mereka normal. Jika menyentuh perkara-perkara yang aneh atau misteri, mereka yang paling akhir
boleh dilibatkan kerana mereka tidak percaya langsung akan perkara-perkara karut seperti itu.

Encik Dursley, pengarah syarikat Grunnings, sebuah syarikat pembuat gerudi, seorang yang
berbadan besar dan gemuk, dengan leher yang hamper tidak kelihatan, serta bermisai tebal. Puan
Dursley pula kurus dan berambut perang. Lehernya yang agak panjang, hamper dua kali kepanjangan
biasa, amat berguna untuk meninjau-ninjau jiran tetangga dari pagar rumahnya. Mereka ada seorang
anak lelaki bernama Dudley, yang pada pendapat mereka, merupakan kanak-kanak yang paling baik dan
tiada tandingannya.
 Kelaurga Dursley memiliki segala-galanya yang diinginkan. Namun, mereka juga menyimpan
rahsia, dan perkara yang paling ditakuti oleh mereka, rahsia mereka ini diketahui orang. Mereka tidak
pernah berfikir yang mereka sanggup menghadapi kenyataan apabila ada orang tahu tentang keluarga
potter. Puan Potter merupakan adik Puan Dursley. Namun, sudah bertahun-tahun mereka tidak
bertemu, malah Puan Dursley menganggap dia tidak pernah menpunyai adik kerana Puan Potter dan
suaminya yang tidak berguna, dianggapnya tidak layak bersaudara dengan keluarganya. Keluarga
Dursley cemas memikirkan apa kata jiran tetanggan jika melihat kelaurga Potter di kawasan tempat
tinggal mereka. Keluarga Dursley mengetahui bahawa keluarga Potter juga menpunyai seorang anak
lelaki, tetapi mereka tidak pernah melihat kanak-kanak itu. Dia juga merupakan salah satu sebab mereka
menjauhi keluarga Potter; mereka tidak mahu anak mereka, Dudley, bergaul dengan kanak-kanak itu.

Cerita bermula apabila Encik Dursley dan Puan Dursley bangan daripada tidur pada suatu hari
Selasa yang suram. Keadaan langit yang mendung di luar langsung tidak menunjukkan sesuatu yang
aneh dan misteri akan berlaku di seluruh negeri. Sambil bersenandung, Encik Dursley mengambil tali
lehar membosankan yang selalu dipakainya, untuk bersiap ke tempat kerja. Puan Dursley pula sibuk
mengumpat sambil bersusah payah mendudukkan Dudley yang terpekik-pekik, di kerusi tingginya.

Tidak seorang pun daripada mereka menyedari seekor burung hantu yang besar berwarna
kuning keperang-perangan terbang melintas tingkap.

Pada pkul lapan setengah, Encik Dursley mangambil begnya, mencium pipi isterinya, dan cuba
mencium Dudley tetapi gagal kerana kanak-kanak itu sedang mengamuk dengan melemparkan bijirinnya
ke tembok. “Nakal”, kata Encik Dursley sambil ketawa terkekeh-kekeh ketika berjalan keluar. Dia masuk
ke dalam keretanya dan mengundurkan kereta itu keluar dari jalan masuk rumahnya.

Di hujung jalan itulah, Encik Dursley melihat sesuatu yang ganjil buat pertama kalinya – seekor
kucing membaca peta! Untuk seketika, Encik Dursley tidak sedar apa yang dilihatnya. Dia kemudian
menoleh untuk melihat sekali lagi. Ada seekor kucing berdiri di hujung jalan Privet Drive tetapi tiada
peta yang kelihatan. Apalah yang difikirkannya! Apa yang dilihatnya tadi mungkin permainan cahaya. Dia
mengelipkan matanya dan memandang kucing itu lagi. Kucing itu membalas pandangannya. Ketika Encik
Dursley membelok ke selekoh ke arah jalan raya, dia melihat kucing itu sekali lagi dari cermin keretanya.
Kucing tersebut sekarang sedang membaca papan tanda nama jalan yang bertulis Privet Drive – tidak
mungkin! Melihat papan tanda jalan! Kucing tidak dapat membaca peta atau papan tanda jalan! Encik
Dursley menggelengkan kepalanya untuk melupakan apa yang dilihatnya. Ketika dia memandu ke arah
bandar, tiada perkara lain yang difikirkannya melainkan berharap dapat menerima banyak pesanan
gerudi pada hari itu.

Tetapi apabila tiba di pinggir Bandar, fikiran itu terus hilang disebabkan suatu kejadian lain.
Ketika dia terperangkap dalam kesesakan lalu lintas waktu pagi yang biasa, dia tidak dapat mengelak
daripada melihat banyak orang berpakaian ganjil – orang yang berjubah. Encik Dursley memang tidak
suka melihat orang yang berpakaian aneh.. . tren anak-anak muda! Dia menyangka jubah yang dipakai
itu merupakan fesyen terkini yang bodoh. Encik Dursley mengetuk-ngetukkan jarinya pada stereng
kereta. Matanya kemudian terpandang beberapa orang yang agak ganjil berdiri tidak jauh dari
tempatnya. Mereka berbisik-bisik dengan rancak. Encik Dursley berasa meluat aoalbila melihat dua oang
daripadanya, yang berjubah hijau zamrud, lebih tua daripadanya. Berani sungguh orang tua itu
berpakaian begitu! Tetapi tiba-tiba terlintas di fikiran Encik Dursley bahawa semua lelaki berjubah itu
mungkin sedang beraksi bodoh…mungkin untuk mengutip derma…ya, tidak syak lagi. Lalu lintas mula
bergerak dengan lancar dan beberapa minit kemudian, Encik Dursley tiba di tempat meletak kereta
Grunnings. Fikirannya kembali memikirkan gerudinya.
 Encik Dursley selalu duduk membelakangkan tingkap di pejabatnya di tingkat sembilan. Jika dia
tidak berbuat demikian, mungkin lebih sukar baginya untuk menumpukan perhatian pada kerjanya hari
itu. Dia lansung tidak meyedari kehadiran burung-burung hantu yang terbang pada siang hari walaupun
orang ramai yang lalu-lalang memandang keadaan itu dengan mulut terlopong. Mereka menunjuk-
nunjuk kearah burung-burung itu yang sedang terbang berlegar-legar di angkasa. Kebanyakan mereka
tidak pernah melihat burung hantu, sekalipun pada waktu malam. Encik Dursley walau bagaimanapun,
melalui paginya seperti biasa, tanpa burung hantu. Dia menengking lima orang pekerjanya, membuat
beberapa panggilan telefon penting,d an kemudian berteriak-teriak lagi. Anginnya sangat baik hinggalah
waktu malam tengah hari apabila dia bercadang hendak meluruskan kaki dengan berjalan ke seberang
jalan untuk membeli roti dari kedai roti yang terletak bertentangan dengan bangunan pejabatnya. Dia
lansung tidak teringat akan sekumpulan lelaki berjubah yang dilihatnya pagi itu sehinggalah dia
tersempak dengan sekumpulan lelaki berjubah lain di sebelah kedai roti. Dia memandang lelaki-lelaki itu
membuatnya resah. Kumpulan lelaki ini juga sedang rancak berbisik, dan dia langsung tidak Nampak
tabung derma mereka. Pada waktu itulah, ketika dia dalam perjalanan pulang ke pejabat sambil
menjinjing bungkusan donutnya melintas kumpulan lelaki berjubah ity, dia terdengar perbualan mereka.

“Keluarga Potter, betul, itulah yang saya dengar…”

“Ya, anak mereka, Harry…”

Encik Dursley terpaku. Dia mulai diselubungi ketakutan. Dia menoleh ke belakang dan
memndang lelaki-lelaki yang bercakap itu seolah-olah hendak berkata sesuatu kepada mereka, tetapi
tidak jadi.

Encik Dursley terburu-buru menyeberang jalan, meluru ke pejabatnya, dengan meninggikan

suara berpesan kepada setiausahanya supaya tidak mengunaggunya, mengangkat gagang telefon dan
hampir selesai mendail nombor telefon rumahnya apabila dia tiba-tiba berubah fikiran. Dia meletakkan
semula gagang telefon dan mengusap kembali misainya, berfikir…Tidak, dia berkelakuan bodoh. Nama
Potter bukanlah unik sangat. Dia pasti ramai orang bernama Potter yang menpunyai anak bernama
Harry. Dia tidak pernah melihat anak saudaranya. Mungkin namanya Harvey, atau Harold. Tidak ada
gunanya dia merisaukan isterinya. Wanita itu selalu susah hati apabila nama adiknya disebut-sebut. Dia
tidak menyalahkan isterinya – jika dia ada adik perempuan seperti itu…tetapi semua sama, lelaki
berjubah itu pun…

Encik Dursley semakin sukar menumpukan perhatian terhadap kerjanya pada petang itu dan
apabila dia meninggalkan bangunan pejabatnya pada pukul lima, dia amsih sangat cemas sehingga
terlanggar seorang lelaki ketika keluar pintu.

“Maaf,” katanya dengan suara garau apabila lelaki tua itu tersadung dan hampir terjatuh.
Beberapa saat kemudian barulah Encik Dursley menyedari bahawa lelaki tua itu juga berjubah ungu.
Lelaki itu langsung tidak menunjukkan rasa marah walaupun dia hampir terjatuh ke lantai, sebaliknya
tersenyum lebar sambil berusara mendecit yang membuat semua orang yang lalu-lalang merenung
tajam. “Tidak perlu minta maaf, wahai tuan yang terhormat, kerana tidak ada satu apa pun yang boleh
buat saya marah hari ini! Bergembiralah kerana Kamu-Tahu-Siapa akhirnya telah tiada! Muggle seperti
tuan pun ahrus meraikan hari yang sangat mengembirakan ini!”

Lelaki tua itu kemudian mendakap pinggang Encik Dursley sebelum berjalan pergi.

Encik Dursley berdiri terpaku. Dia telah didakap oleh orang lansung tidak dikenalinya!
Seingatnya, dia juga dipanggil Muggle, walau entah apa maknanya. Encik Dursley kebingungan. Dia
bergegas ke keretanya dan memulakan perjalan pulang sambil berharap apa yang berlaku Cuma
imaginasinya, sesuatu yang tidak pernah diharapkan sebelumnya kerana dia memang tidak suka
berkhayal.

Ketika dia memandu kereanya masuk ke jalan kecil ke rumahnya, benda pertama yang dilihatnya
– yang langsung tidak membuat anginnya bertambah baik – ialah kucing betina yang dilihatnya pagi tadi.
Kucing itu sekarang sedang duduk di tembok perkarangan tamannya. Dia pasti itu kucing yang sama; ada
tanda aneh di sekeliling matanya.

“Syiuh!” kata Encik Dursley dengan suara yang kuat.

Kucing itu lansung tidak berganjak. Ia hanya memandang tajam ke arah lelaki itu. Adakah ini
tabiat biasa kucing, Encik Dursley masuk ke dalam rumah. Dia masih bertekad tidak akan menceitakan
apa yang berlaku kepada isterinya.

Puan Dursley melalui hari itu seperti hari-hari biasa. Pada waktu malam, dia bercerita kepada suaminya
tentang masalah Puan Jiran Sebelah dengan anak perempuannya dn bagaimana anak mereka Dudley
telah menyebut perkattan baru (“tak nak”). Encik Durlsey cuba bersikap seperti biasa. Apabila Dudley
telah masuk tidur, diam pergi ke ruang tamu, sempat untuk mendengar laporan akhir dalam beita
malam:

“Dan akhir sekali, pemerhati burung di merata-rata tempat telah melaporkan bahawa burung-
burung hantu di negeri ini telah berkelakuan sangat ganjil hari ini. Walaupun burung hantu biasanya
keluar pada waktu malam dan hampir tidak kelihatan lansung pada siang hari, beratus-ratus burng
hantu telah kelihatan berterbangan di merata-rata tempat sejak awal pagi. Pakar haiwan tidak dapat
member penjelasan mengapa burung hantu ini tiba-tiba mengubah corak tidur.” Pembaca berita itu
kemudian tersenyum lebar. “Sangat misteri. Sekarang kita akan mendengar ramalan cuaca yang akan
disampaikan oleh Jim McGuffin. Mungkinkah ada hujan burung-burung hantu malam ini Jim?”

“Itu saya tidak pasti, Ted,” kata penyampai ramalan cuaca itu, “tetapi bukan burung-burung
hantu di negeri ini telah berkelakuan ganjil hari ini. Beberapa orang penduduk yang tinggal di kawasan
sejauh Kent, Yorkshire, dan Dundee telah membuat panggilan ke studio ini dan memberitahu saya
bahawa walaupun ramalan cuaca semalam menyatakan hari ini akan hujan, tetapi tahi-tahi bintang
pula yang gugur! Mungkin ada orang yang meraikan Malam Unggun Api lebih awal…padahal perayaan
ini sepatutnya diadakan minggu hadapan, ya tuan-tuan! Namun saya menjanjikan hujan akan turun
malam ini”.

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