Hogwarts: Where the Pokémon Are

"Apply some herbs first, Hagrid." Firenze crushed the herbs in his hand and gave some to Hagrid. Then he applied the juice from the crushed herbs to his front feet.

"Thanks, but why are you here?"

Hagrid did not refuse Firenze's kindness. In fact, he was much more miserable than Firenze seemed. His whole body seemed to have been tortured a lot, and there was not a single piece of good flesh on his entire face.

Although he has a wand, don't expect him to know much magic, let alone those that are only taught to young wizards after the third grade.

Iron armor curse?

Never heard of it at all!

"Mars is bright tonight. Extraordinarily bright," Firenze said.

But this gave Hagrid a huge headache.

He doesn't like to communicate with horse people. On the one hand, it's because of the weird pride and exclusivity of horse people. On the other hand, it's also because these guys are always chattering.

This is probably the case for all those who practice divination.

In fact, Firenze and Ronan were already among the few centaurs who could communicate, but Hagrid still couldn't understand what they were talking about.

Fortunately, he didn't continue to talk.

"We got some news from the unicorn group. Someone is trying to harm the unicorns. But Bain doesn't want to cooperate with you, so only Ronan and I are here."

he said melancholy.

"It seems that our goals are the same." Hagrid said, "Okay, if you feel better, then we will continue to chase that guy! Otherwise Ronan may be in danger."

"Wait, you go first." Firenze shook his head and said, "That unicorn can still be saved."

Unlike in the original novel, the unicorn that was supposed to be dead is still alive at this time. As Malfoy and Neville delayed for a while, Hagrid arrived just in time, and Quirrell only had time to drink part of the blood.

"I forgot!" Hagrid slapped his head, "I'm going to help Ronan, you can stay!"

With that said, he limped out again regardless of his injuries.

Firenze picked up the herbs, walked to the unicorn, and treated it.

The three of them walked through the bushes and saw a black figure kneeling next to a pure white animal. That beautiful creature was obviously the murdered unicorn!

The two Dairubi also stopped here and looked at this strange creature warily, which made them alert all of a sudden.

There was no Hagrid around, but there were traces of the battle everywhere.

The forest trees were broken, otherwise they were completely charred.

"Stay away from it!"

Hagrid was not seen, but there happened to be a strange creature at the scene. Harry naturally thought that Firenze was the dark wizard Malfoy mentioned.

But Malfoy didn't say he had four legs!

He mentally scolded Malfoy. That coward didn't care if he ran away, but he didn't leave any information behind.

"Wait a minute Harry, he's a centaur!" Hermione quickly stopped Harry who was about to attack.

At this time, Firenze also stood up. He was very tall.

"Normally, we don't like to be called 'just' little girls," Firenze corrected.

He wouldn't get angry with the little wizard, but it wouldn't be good if Bain heard it.

"Feel sorry--"

Then Firenze looked at Harry, and Harry immediately noticed that his eyes were blue and very beautiful. Pure and flawless, but also seems a little melancholy.

"Are you that child from the Potter family?" Firenze recognized him at a glance. Once upon a time, in the centaur's prophecy, this child would affect the future of the wizarding world.

But now his influence appears to be waning rapidly.

"Hagrid is fighting the dark wizard in front, and with him is Ronan. You should return to school. The forest at night is not safe."

"But we have to help him." Harry refused to give in.

Delubi doesn't care whether Firenze is good or bad, as long as his trainer opens his mouth, they will attack.

Firenze looked at them and didn't know how to make a decision for a moment.

Generally speaking, foals need to be protected within their tribe, so they naturally place this view on other races.

Even Bane, who hates humans very much, would usually not do anything to a young wizard.

But now, looking at those small but powerful Pokémon, Firenze gave in.

The centaurs had predicted things about Harry Potter and those Pokémon, but their predictions were very general and not precise.

But anyway, the two prophecies now converged before his eyes.

The legendary savior and Pokémon walk side by side, maybe something different will happen?

"Okay, but if there is danger, I will take you to escape. Now, get on my back." Firenze lowered his upper body so that Harry and the others could sit on it.

At this time, Harry didn't know what this meant, but he was just grateful for his help.

Ron wasn't huddled with Harry and Hermione.

"I can sit behind the nimbus, and I guess now I don't have to worry about it exposing us."

Two "horses" started running in the Forbidden Forest.

Their steps were steady, and they could easily avoid the trees in the forest even when moving at high speeds. The slippery moss under their feet and the trunks of trees that fell down due to decay from time to time could not stop their steps.

"Firenz, follow the owl in the sky!" Harry reminded.

With Firenze's help, they will be much faster this time.

"Saw them!"

In the distance, a bright spell flashed, temporarily illuminating the jungle.

Harry and the others saw three dark figures, one of which was particularly tall, obviously Hagrid.

"Quick, help Hagrid! Attack that dark wizard!"

Harry didn't have time to give accurate instructions, but Delubi already understood. Ron's Purgatory followed closely behind. They stayed together all the time, so they sometimes obeyed a little of Harry's orders.

The two Pokémon rushed out and breathed two flames at Quirrell in mid-air.

Quirrell did not dodge, but the flame was intercepted in front of him.

The flame seemed to have touched something invisible and immediately flowed on both sides.

"Ha, a few more are here!" Quirrell said angrily.

He looked at Hagrid's back with hatred, and Firenze rushed out quickly carrying Harry.

Harry immediately felt a tearing pain in his forehead, which prevented him from falling over.

Hermione noticed this and quickly supported him: "Are you okay Harry?"

"I'm fine." Harry bravely covered the scar on his forehead. He could feel that it was frighteningly hot.

In fact, this is not the first time his scar has been so painful.

The last time was when he looked at Snape on the day he first entered school.

From this point of view, there may be only one truth - this dark wizard is Snape!