Book 1 - Harry Potter And: The Sorcerer--s Stone

But a whisper followed him through the torchlit corridors. A rumor about a hidden object—the Sorcerer’s Stone—capable of turning metal to gold and brewing the Elixir of Life. And someone wanted it. Someone whose name most witches and wizards feared to speak.

Harry woke in the hospital wing. Dumbledore sat beside him, smiling. “The Mirror will be moved to a safer place,” he said softly. “And as for the Stone… it will be destroyed.” Book 1 - Harry Potter and the Sorcerer--s Stone

Harry touched his scar. It still ached, but it no longer felt like a curse. It felt like a compass. But a whisper followed him through the torchlit corridors

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. Someone whose name most witches and wizards feared to speak

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.