Hogwarts: Where the Pokémon Are

The Rockets' power in the outside world is growing.

With the financial support of several wizards from big families, as well as Xia Lin's continuous provision of Pokémon materials, Team Rocket's funds have become more abundant. More and more wizards are also thinking about joining the Rockets. They have two weekends off every week, a basic salary of 100 Galleons, meal subsidies, high temperature subsidies, low temperature subsidies, attendance subsidies, and performance commissions...

In other words, even senior officials from the Ministry of Magic may not be able to match their benefits.

Even if you are poisoned, there is a professional medical team. The nurse sister at Geely Egg Hospital is good-looking, has a sweet voice, and has a seductive uniform. Isn't this much better than the aunty pharmacists at St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Maladies?

I heard that the nurse uniforms in Geely Egg Hospital come from the Muggle world. As expected of Muggles, they are a thousand years ahead of the wizarding world in dressing up!

The only thing that disappointed them was probably that not everyone could get Pokémon.

There are too many wizards joining Team Rocket. So Sakaki simply gave him a performance reward. If you want to get Pokémon, you still have to show your results or your own abilities.

But even if you don't have it yourself, watching others get Pokémon is a great motivation for these new wizards. The mission made them work harder to complete the rocket's mission.

Most of the missions issued by Team Rocket are not actually very evil missions.

As Sakaki said, Team Rocket is a villain organization, not an evil organization. Creating chaos was never his purpose, ruling the world was!

The goal of Team Rocket at this stage is to continue to attack the reputation of the Ministry of Magic of various countries, undermine some international magical exchanges and cooperation, and occasionally stir up troubles with the secrecy law to distract the energy of the International Federation of Wizards. Come.

Therefore, although the magic circles of various countries are severely cracking down on Team Rocket, the harder they crack down, the stronger Team Rocket becomes like a Hydra that keeps resurrecting from the dead.

But none of this has anything to do with the British Ministry of Magic and Hogwarts.

Now, contrary to the norm a few decades ago, the British wizarding world has become the safest place in the world.

But in reality, it's not that safe.

For example, today - Halloween is a weird time if nothing happens.

As usual for Halloween, the hall was decorated with many huge pumpkins and bats. The only difference was that there were a few more people in the professor's seats and a few less people in the students' seats.

Lockhart's clothes looked like a dog's, which constantly attracted the attention of other people. Slughorn released a few of his Pokémon and watched them climb on the dining table.

Mag frowned, but still advised: "Horns, Horns! Usually we don't release Pokémon at will inside the castle."

Slughorn was a little surprised: "Why? They are very well-behaved."

"Because there were some little wizards who were causing chaos in the castle with Pokémon before." Professor Flitwick explained, "This caused a lot of trouble to our administrator, Mr. Filch, so Albus thought it was better to Let the Pokémon stay in the Poké Ball when they are in the castle."

"This is too cruel!" Slughorn immediately shook his head, "I think this one-stick rule is not wise enough. Pokémon can completely move around in the castle, as long as there are some restrictions. And I think if the administrator had a Pokémon, his job would be easier."

Slughorn actually knew Filch, after all, Filch had been a guard here for a long time. But he never remembered Filch's name.

For a Squib without magical abilities, only Dumbledore would give him a job. Not even his family cares about his life or death. Otherwise, how can we say that Dumbledore is a saint?

However, this saint is not a real saint.

"For example, small Pokémon are allowed to move in the corridors of the castle. Just like little wizards are not allowed to use magic, they are prohibited from releasing moves. Although the edge of the Black Lake is a good place for a walk, it is still a bit too far. If the courtyard in the castle is still It would be cruel not to allow walks." Slughorn's proposal was obviously supported by many young wizards.

"Okay, Horns, I will think about it, no, I think, let's start from now on!" Dumbledore thought for a while and said. Then he looked at Xia Lin and said, "I wonder if you would like Argus to cultivate a Pokémon?"

Xia Lin naturally nodded.

He didn't really like Filch, and he knew that he was definitely not a good person. But Xia Lin didn't care much about this. What was important was that Filch had deep feelings for his cat, Mrs. Loris. Giving him Pokémon to train will not necessarily make him stronger, but at least he won't have a bad life. that's enough.

"I'll give him a suitable Pokémon."

The students in the auditorium immediately cheered and released their Pokémon.

As a result, this Halloween became a bit messy——

"Wood! The Tobacco is not a small Pokémon, take it back quickly!" Professor McGonagall shouted forcefully, "Seamus, and your Thunderbolt Ball, do you think it can be used casually-"

"boom--"

Before she could finish her words, Seamus's Thunderbolt Ball exploded, and the two students closest to him were blown into pieces.

Neville didn't pay attention and let the little Kirby slip out. The boy squinted his eyes like a ghost and came to the Slytherin table. He suddenly pulled the tablecloth and threw all the food that was nearly a hundred meters long into the air. Then he opened his mouth wide and swooped down. His stomach was like a It swallowed up all the food like a bottomless pit.

The Slytherin students were immediately dumbfounded.

Fortunately, food only needs to be copied, otherwise all the little snakes would be hungry.

In this way, the dinner passed in a bustle.

However, human beings' joys and sorrows are not the same. When Harry and the three of them stood at the door of the bathroom on the third floor, looking at the hung cat, he only felt that the sound of more than a hundred approaching footsteps was very strange. noisy.

The real culprit, Draco Malfoy, emerged from the crowd at the right moment, twisted his face and shouted: "Enemies of the Heir, beware!"

"Harry Potter! You killed the cat!"

"You are the heir!"

Malfoy said without hesitation.

"What? It's not me!" Harry shouted immediately in panic.

At this time, Filch, who originally thought he could suppress the Pokémon, happily pushed away the crowd:

"What happened here? What happened?"

Then he saw Mrs. Norris, and he stumbled back a few steps, clutching his face with his hands in horror.

"My cat! My cat! What's wrong with Mrs. Norris?" he screamed.

At this moment, his protruding eyes saw Harry.

"You!" he screamed, "You! You killed my cat! You killed it! I'm going to kill you! I'm going to—"

"Argus!"

Xia Lin rushed to the scene with Dumbledore and other professors. The petrified cat was obviously not what Dumbledore had expected.

"It seems that he didn't do what you wanted, but controlled the basilisk in the secret room." Xia Lin looked at Dumbledore, but he didn't make a sound. Dumbledore didn't respond, but walked quickly past Harry, Ron and Hermione, and unhooked Mrs. Norris from the torch holder.

"Come with me, Argus," he said to Filch, "and you, Mr. Potter, Mr. Weasley, and Miss Granger."

"My office is closest to here, principal - it's upstairs - you can -" Lupine said with a worried look on his face.

"Thank you, Remus," said Dumbledore.

Hundreds of students separated a path for them, and Lockhart followed him with excitement. Slughorn and Snape were naturally not absent.

The group arrived at Lupin's office. Dumbledore placed Mrs. Norris on the smooth table and began to examine it carefully. Harry, Ron and Hermione exchanged nervous glances, then sat on a few chairs out of candlelight and watched closely.

Dumbledore's long, crooked nose almost touched Mrs. Norris's hair. He looked at it carefully through the half-moon glasses, gently poking here and there with his long fingers. Professor McGonagall bent over and squinted her eyes to look carefully, her face almost touching the cat. Snape stood behind them, half hidden in the shadows, looking eerie. He had a strange expression on his face: as if he was trying desperately not to laugh.

Filch slumped down in a chair by the table, covering his face with his hands, not daring to look at Mrs. Norris. Even though Harry disliked Filch, he couldn't help but feel a little sympathy for him at this moment, but he sympathized more with himself. If Dumbledore had believed Filch, he would have been expelled.

At this time, Dumbledore muttered some strange words in a low voice and tapped Mrs. Norris with his wand, but there was no response: Mrs. Norris was still lying there stiffly, like a newly made specimen.

Finally, Dumbledore straightened up.

"It looks like it's not dead to me." Slughorn spoke first.

"Not dead?" Filch choked and said, looking at Mrs. Norris through his fingers, and then at Dumbledore. He trusted Dumbledore more than Slughorn.

Dumbledore nodded immediately.

"Then why is it all over - all stiff, as if it's frozen?"

"It's petrified," said Dumbledore. "But how, I don't know..."

Not sure? Xia Lin smiled. It would be strange if he didn't know clearly. But he had made up his mind not to get involved. It was Dumbledore's choice to release the diary, and if there was any trouble, Dumbledore would naturally resolve it himself.

"Ask him!" screamed Filch, turning his mottled, tear-stained face towards Harry.

"It is impossible for second-year students to do this," Dumbledore said firmly. "It requires the highest degree of dark magic -"

"He did it, he did it!" Filch spat, his fat and saggy face turning purple, "You saw what he wrote on the wall! He found - on My office—he knows I'm a—I'm a—" Filch's face twitched horribly, "he knows I'm a squib!"

"I didn't touch Mrs. Norris at all!" Harry shouted, uncomfortably aware that everyone was looking at him, including all the Lockharts on the wall. "I don't even know what a squib means."

"Nonsense!" growled Filch. "He saw my fast-spelling correspondence letter!"

"Please allow me to say something, Headmaster." Lockhart said something good for Harry for some reason. "Maybe Potter and his friends just shouldn't be in that place at that time."

Seeing this, Harry, Ron and Hermione scrambled to explain that they had attended the death anniversary party: "...hundreds of ghosts came, and they can prove that we were there -"

At the same time, Harry also looked at Snape. If it was normal, Snape would have happily watched their misfortune. But now, Snape just stood behind the crowd without saying a word, seeming to be thinking about something.

After Voldemort fell, Snape actually didn't have much intention of going against Harry. After all, he was Lily's son. Although she looks "a little bit ugly", her eyes are still so beautiful. Sometimes I can't help but lose points in class.

but now--

If the secret room thing is true, this is no joke.

But Filch was unwilling to accept this outcome.

"My cat is petrified!" he screamed, his eyeballs bulging outward. "I want to see someone get some punishment!"

"We can cure it, Argus." Dumbledore said patiently. "Professor Sprout has recently obtained some mandrakes. Once they grow up, I will have a medicine that can cure it. Lady Liss comes back to life.”

"I'll prepare the potion." Slughorn took the initiative to take over the refining of the potion, causing Snape to almost choke to death when he wanted to speak.

However, his hostility to Slughorn is not as great as his hostility to Lockhart in the original book.

"Ah, I forgot that the real Potions Professor is still here!" Slughorn finally remembered that there was Snape, "Severus, you better do it, I won't bother you."

The professors' comments made Harry and the others very nervous.

Seeing that they were doing this, Xia Lin said, "Since there is no evidence that Harry did it, I want to take them away. They must have been starving after attending the ghost party."

"Excuse me, Xia Lin." Dumbledore nodded.

Then, Xia Lin took Harry and the three of them out of Lupin's office. Before leaving, Lupine gave each of them a piece of chocolate to satisfy their hunger.

"I'm afraid there's nothing left to eat in the kitchen."

"Don't worry, I'll take them to my office first. There will be food there." Xia Lin smiled.

After taking Harry and the others out, Xia Lin recalled something strange he had noticed in Lupin's office just now.

Lockhart looked very excited when he saw the line of blood words.

Although he tried his best to calm down his emotions, Xia Lin still noticed this. But why would a saint care so much about the secret room?

Did Grindelwald also want Slytherin's power?