Hogwarts: Where the Pokémon Are

"Electric shock monster, you actually evolved?!"

Looking at the evolved electric beast, Harry's face was filled with surprise and joy.

He also didn't expect that the electric shock monster could evolve at such a critical moment. You know, according to his calculations, the electric shock monster is still far from the level of evolution.

"Could it be that the desire to defeat the enemy caused the electric monster to evolve in advance?" Harry couldn't help but think of what Professor Xia had said in the previous class.

The evolutionary level of Pokémon is not completely fixed. Some Pokémon may not evolve even if their level is high enough to evolve, while some Pokémon may develop their potential in advance due to some external factors even if their level is insufficient.

At this time, the high-spirited fighting spirit of the electric shock beast clearly confirmed this.

Facing the huge rock python, the electric beast not only showed no fear at all, but was full of confidence!

"Is this evolution? This beast is really suitable for you, Harry. When you see the lightning patterns on its body, will you think of your scars?" Quirrell sneered.

This was the first time he saw the evolution of Pokémon. He once again lamented in his heart how incredible this creature was, but he showed no mercy at all.

Under his command, the huge rock python crushed it with its huge body!

This is no different from a rock mountain coming at it. If it is really hit, even the Pokémon's body will be severely damaged.

"Electric beast, get out of the way!"

The electric beast raised its arms to increase its momentum. The next moment, its body, which was more flexible than before, jumped up, dodged the python's attack, and landed directly on the opponent.

"Thunder Fist!"

Upon hearing Harry's order, the electric beast immediately raised its fist, its thick palm wrapped with lightning, as if it held the thunder in its hand!

boom! ! !

The thunder fist hit the giant python on the head with force, and in an instant half of the giant python's head exploded. After losing his complete body, Quirrell's transformation technique seemed to have lost its effect, and the huge rock body collapsed!

Seeing this, Dumbledore, who was hiding, was very shocked.

In fact, before Xia Lin brought Pokémon to school, he never thought that Harry could fight to such an extent with the mysterious man's minions.

Now it seems that Harry, with the power of Pokémon, is qualified to fight against adult wizards.

Of course, because it is just a trivial qualification. Harry's own greatest weakness is his lack of magic power and his ability to cast very few spells.

"Good job Electabuzz!"

Harry was now in full swing and wanted to continue attacking, but the collapsed rocks seemed to come alive again at this moment, floating around the electric beast.

"You're a little too happy, Harry!" Quirrell waved the magic spell while swinging his other hand. His magic controlled the rocks and surrounded the electric beasts.

The next moment, countless rocks immediately hit the electric beast, completely wrapping it and squeezing it inside!

"Jia——"

This physical force soon brought great pain to the electric beast. The continuously compressed rocks may even crush the electric beast's bones, putting its life in danger.

"Electric Beast, destroy those rocks quickly!"

The electric beast immediately released its electricity. After the extremely destructive lightning shattered the shackles of the rock, the exhausted electric beast finally regained his freedom.

However, relatively speaking, its physical strength is running low.

Harry also understood this. Judging a Pokémon's physical strength was a very important part of Pokémon battles.

After all, there is no such thing as a health bar in reality.

For this reason, he stared at Quirrell, trying to find the opponent's flaws so that the electric beast's last physical strength could be used.

"I admit that you did a good job Harry, but it's a pity that it's over here!" Quirrell said confidently, "Of course, I won't kill you for the time being. Of course, your life and death will have to wait until my master is resurrected. Disappointed."

"Thunderbolt -"

"Scratch!"

Quirrell was about to cast the final spell to kill the electric beast. However, the moment Quirrell picked up the wand, the electric beast immediately made an extremely harsh sound, as if the nails of ten fingers were directly on the blackboard. It started scraping slowly, as if some sharp object was scratching hard across the glass!

No, more than that!

Even if those sounds were amplified ten times, it would be indescribable. The terrifying noise directly interrupted Quirrell's spellcasting, leaving his mind blank and covering his ears in pain.

Even Harry, who was standing behind the electric beast, was slightly affected by the sonic moves.

But compared to Quirrell, this impact is much smaller.

The electric beast must keep making sounds in order to contain Quirrell, but if time goes by, Quirrell will slowly adapt, so he must respond as soon as possible.

Fortunately, he has not forgotten that he is a wizard.

"Let me think about the spells I know—"

Although the number of spells he knows is not as good as Hermione's, in this situation, even if he is learning now, he must take action.

Levitation spell? It seems useless.

Unlock spell? Needless to say.

Fire spell? Harry was worried that the flames would burn Quirrell to death, making him a murderer.

correct! Binding spell!

He recalled the binding charm Hermione had cast on Neville, a spell they had not yet learned, but he had seen Hermione try it once and remembered what it was.

"Please, we must succeed!" Harry picked up the wand and pointed it at Quirrell, "Petrify them all!"

A blue light immediately flew out from the tip of his wand. After the light hit Quirrell's body, Quirrell immediately stiffened as if frozen, and fell straight down in a strange and ferocious posture.

"Success!"

Harry looked happy. He had never imagined that he would succeed on his first try, and he high-fived the electric beast in celebration.

Seeing how miserable Quirrell was now, he couldn't help but mocked: "Now, who loses?"

Quirrell, who was lying on the ground, rolled his eyes in pain and stared at him with hatred, but could not say a word.

This made Harry extremely proud.

"Now, I'm leaving with the Philosopher's Stone. Just wait here for Dumbledore or Professor Xia Lin to arrest you." As he said that, he slowly walked towards the only furnishing in the room - Er The Mirror of Lys.

Harry knew it all too well.

This is a mirror that can reflect what people want in their hearts. During the Christmas holiday last year, he was still sinking into the false environment reflected in the mirror.

The principal placed the mirror here, indicating that the magic stone is hidden in it!

And he suddenly realized that it might not be an accident that he found this mirror before. Maybe Dumbledore deliberately put this mirror in front of him so that he could understand how to take out the Sorcerer's Stone from the mirror.

But instead of feeling annoyed, Harry was pleased that Dumbledore thought he had the right to face Voldemort.

Now, it was enough for him to keep thinking about the Philosopher's Stone in his mind, and the mirror itself would show him what he desired.

Sure enough, Harry suddenly felt something growing on his inner thigh.

But what puzzled him was that what Quirrell and Voldemort wanted should also be the Philosopher's Stone, but they didn't get anything from the mirror.

Just as Harry was thinking this, the scar on his head suddenly began to hurt violently!

He turned around suddenly and saw Quirrell, who should have fallen down, holding a wand, the tip of which glowed red.

"you--"

He only had time to say a word before Quirrell's attack was launched.

Harry quickly rolled to the side to avoid the attack. At this time, the electric beast also rushed over with a thunderbolt, but was knocked away by the magic spell released by Quirrell with a casual wave of his hand!

"Hehehe, hello, Harry——" A shrill voice came from Quirrell, but the strange thing was that Quirrell didn't open his mouth at all.

Harry felt as if he was tightly entangled in a devil's net, unable to move at all. He stood there blankly, watching Quirrell raise his hand to untie the scarf from his head. The big scarf fell down, and Quirrell's exposed head looked surprisingly small. Then, he slowly turned around.

Where the back of Quirrell's head should have been, there was a face. Harry had never seen such a hideous and terrifying face. The face was as white as chalk, with bright red eyes and two nostrils as slender as snakes.

"Harry Potter..." he whispered.

Harry wanted to step back, but his legs wouldn't obey him.

"Look what I have become!" said the face, "only shadow and vapor are left... I can only have a body when I share a body with others... But there are always some people who are willing to let me Enter their hearts and minds... Fortunately, once I get the elixir, I will be able to recreate a body of my own... Well... why don't you give me the Philosopher's Stone you have in your pocket?"

"Were you pretending to be dead just now? Just to get the Sorcerer's Stone from me!" Harry figured it out.

His binding spell was probably ineffective from the beginning, but Voldemort had no way to get the Sorcerer's Stone from the mirror, so he had to borrow his own hand.

"You are so smart, but now, give me the Philosopher's Stone!" Quirrell stepped back and approached him, allowing Voldemort to still stare at him. Now a sinister smile appeared on that evil face.

"Don't even think about it!" Harry shouted suddenly.

"How touching..." he said in a hoarse voice, "I have always admired courage... Yes, child, your parents were very brave back then... I killed your father first, but he would rather die than surrender, bravely Fight with me... Your mother doesn't have to die... She fought tooth and nail to protect you... Well, give me the magic stone, don't let your mother die for you in vain."

After hearing his words, Harry seemed to have figured it out. He put his hands on his waist and fumbled around. Soon, he held something.

"Okay, I can give it to you, as long as you don't kill me."

Voldemort had no doubts about him, and in his opinion Harry's submission was normal. You are just a kid, how can you not be afraid when facing the threat of death?

But he was wrong about Harry.

He doesn't know that not everyone is afraid of death!

"Take it, Voldemort, this is all I can give you!" Harry watched Voldemort approaching, suddenly violently threw the thing in his hand with all his strength!

The red sphere hit Voldemort directly in the face, and a golden lightning flashed.

"Pikachu, use Iron Tail!"

Pikachu's small body jumped out of the Poké Ball and twisted in mid-air. Its tail like a twisting blade seemed to be covered with a metallic luster!

"Pickup!"

Even Voldemort did not expect this. He was convinced of Harry's "fear" because he had seen too many people who were greedy for life and afraid of death.

Who would have thought that such a young child could face the horror of Voldemort?

Pikachu's Iron Tail slashed Voldemort's face mercilessly, leaving a deep scar on his forehead!

The pain immediately drove Voldemort crazy. He didn't even retreat, but directly reached out and grabbed Pikachu's tail and slammed it to the ground!

"Very well, Harry Potter! You foolishly chose death!"

He was merciless, unlike Quirrell who was hesitant. The tip of the wand emitted a green light and cast the killing curse directly on Harry!

"Avada Kendawa!"

For more than ten years, Voldemort was so happy to shout the name of this spell heartily again. He even forgot about the pain on his forehead for a moment, and let the blood flow into his eyes to watch Harry die. In front of him!

However, how could Dumbledore and Xia Lin, who were watching from the sidelines, allow this to happen.

Dumbledore took action without hesitation, and a red curse shot out from his wand, which combined with the Death Curse, directly pushing back Voldemort's curse!

If Voldemort hadn't reacted in time, he would have been hit by his own curse again.

"Dumbledore!" Voldemort's tone was shocked, frightened, and a little annoyed.

"Your plan failed, Tom." Dumbledore walked out calmly. He looked at Voldemort who was possessing Quirrell coldly, not looking worried.

But Voldemort quickly calmed down after a brief panic.

"Really? I don't think so." He sneered.

He knew that no matter what spell he used, he would probably be counterattacked by Dumbledore. At this time, it would be a dream to kill Harry Potter. But he could completely control Harry and use his life to make a deal with Dumbledore.

So he didn't use the wand, but directly grabbed Harry who was right in front of him with his hand.

"You can't kill me, but I can kill - ah -"

Before he could finish his words, he screamed and retracted his hand, as if the thing he touched was not a person, but scalding boiling water.

In fact, it's much more serious.

Because countless blisters appeared on his arms, as if he had touched something highly poisonous.

At this time, Harry also understood that Voldemort might not be able to touch him, so he rushed towards Voldemort without hesitation——