The Eighth Story. Nineteen Years Later.Based on an original new story by J.K. Rowling, Jack Thorne and John Tiffany, a new play by Jack Thorne, Harry Potter and the Cursed Child is the eighth story in the Harry Potter series and the first official Harry Potter story to be presented on stage. The play will receive its world premiere in London’s West End on July 30, 2016.It was always difficult being Harry Potter and it isn’t much easier now that he is an overworked employee of the Ministry of Magic, a husband and father of three school-age children.While Harry grapples with a past that refuses to stay where it belongs, his youngest son Albus must struggle with the weight of a family legacy he never wanted. As past and present fuse ominously, both father and son learn the uncomfortable truth: sometimes, darkness comes from unexpected places.
Jack Thorne , J.K. Rowling , John Tiffany
Фэнтези18+J.K.Rowling
Harry Potter and the Cursed Child
The digital heart
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CONTENTS
PART ONE
ACT ONE
ACT TWO
PART TWO
ACT THREE
ACT FOUR
ABOUT THE PRODUCTION
BIOGRAPHIES OF THE ORIGINAL STORY TEAM
ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
PART ONE
ACT ONE
ACT ONE, SCENE ONE
KING’S CROSS
ALBUS: Dad. He keeps saying it.
HARRY: James, give it a rest.
JAMES: I only said he might be in Slytherin. And he might so . . .
ALBUS
GINNY: Every day if you want us to.
ALBUS: No. Not every day. James says most people only get letters from home about once a month. I don’t want to . . .
HARRY: We wrote to your brother three times a week last year.
ALBUS: What? James!
GINNY: Yes. You may not want to believe everything he tells you about Hogwarts. He likes a laugh, your brother.
JAMES
GINNY: All you have to do is walk straight at the wall between platforms nine and ten.
LILY: I’m so excited.
HARRY: Don’t stop and don’t be scared you’ll crash into it, that’s very important. Best to do it at a run if you’re nervous.
ALBUS: I’m ready.
ACT ONE, SCENE TWO
PLATFORM NINE AND THREE-QUARTERS
ALBUS: This is it.
LILY: Wow!
ALBUS: Platform nine and three-quarters.
LILY: Where are they? Are they here? Maybe they didn’t come?
Uncle Ron. Uncle Ron!!!
RON: If it isn’t my favorite Potter.
LILY: Have you got my trick?
RON: Are you aware of the Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes–certified nose-stealing breath?
ROSE: Mum! Dad’s doing that lame thing again.
HERMIONE: You say lame, he says glorious, I say — somewhere in between.
RON: Hang on. Let me just munch this . . . air. And now it’s just a simple matter of . . . Excuse me if I smell slightly of garlic . . .
LILY: You smell of porridge.
RON: Bing. Bang. Boing. Young lady, get ready to not being able to smell at all . . .
LILY: Where’s my nose?
RON: Ta-da!