Hogwarts: Where the Pokémon Are

"Hello, Tom."

"Hello, Harry."

Under Dumbledore's gaze, a cordial greeting slowly appeared on the old diary.

"It seems that he already trusts you very much?" Dumbledore said with a raised eyebrow.

"No, he is very guarded, and at least until he masters the power, it is impossible to show his true side." Xia Lin shook his head.

He was getting to know Tom Riddle a lot better these days, a man who was very good at disguising himself.

Everything he has shown in front of Xia Lin so far has been perfect, so perfect that it is almost false.

This kind of perfection is more than enough to deceive a child who is not familiar with the world. It may not be impossible to deceive the teacher, but it is impossible to deceive Xia Lin.

Not to mention he knew what kind of person Tom was from the beginning.

"How was your day?"

"You haven't looked for me for several days."

In the diary, Tom is also very helpless. He originally planned to deceive Xia Lin's trust, thereby absorbing Xia Lin's vitality, thereby achieving the purpose of controlling Xia Lin and even resurrecting him. But Xia Lin was more vigilant than he thought.

So far there has been no progress in the plan. And he had to patiently disguise himself and be a close "good friend".

Fortunately, as a Horcrux, what he lacks most now is time and patience.

"I've been a little busy lately, getting ready for the competition."

"Game? Quidditch?"

"What is that? I mean the Pokémon Contest." Xia Lin was determined to disguise his identity to the end.

Now that he is a trainer who cannot use magic, he naturally does not know what Quidditch is.

"Quidditch is a sport for wizards. Usually wizards fly into the sky on broomsticks." Tom said with a little complacency.

He didn't like Quidditch when he was in school, not because he didn't like flying, but because he didn't grow up in the magical world and he naturally had an inferiority complex when facing other wizards who had played Quidditch since he was a child. feel.

But now this inferiority complex is gone, only the pride of being able to use magic remains.

But Xia Lin doesn't care about this.

"Flying on a broomstick? Are all wizards so stupid? I say, even if you ride on a flying blanket, it's much better than riding on a broomstick. Don't you know how to rest your crotch?"

Tom:…

"Actually, the broom is enchanted to make it very comfortable to sit on." Dumbledore couldn't help but say.

He somewhat suspected that Xia Lin really felt that sitting on the broom looked stupid, rather than to stimulate Tom Riddle.

"Do you think this is stupid? Then how do you travel?" Tom was also a little unconvinced, "I guess you can only walk, or ride horses like people in ancient times?"

"We have a car or a plane, of course riding Pokémon is also a way. It only takes a few hours for a dragon to fly from the UK to the United States and back. Can your broom be used?"

Tom had nothing to say.

The flying speed of Pokémon is barely comparable to a rocket crossbow that will only be released next year, let alone a broomstick from fifty years ago.

"Why aren't you talking? It seems like your magic isn't that good either."

Why don't you speak?

Didn’t you say that the defense was broken?

Tom can't stand being belittled in the wizarding world in which he lives, because being able to use a certain spell is evidence that he is "special" and "above everyone else"!

It is the reason why he can dominate others as a matter of course.

But at the same time, he didn't want to offend Xia Lin, so he wisely changed the subject.

"You said you were in a competition recently. What kind of competition was it? A battle between Pokémon?"

"Obviously." Xia Lin wrote thoughtfully, "I have defeated Zivuchi, and my next opponent is Sirona. Her Bite Land Shark is very powerful, and I am worried about it."

Dumbledore watched as he ate the dessert served by the sucker golem.

"Thank you." He picked up a small pink cake, put it in his mouth and chewed it, and his eyes suddenly lit up.

"It tastes really good, with just the right amount of sweetness. It's also soft and very senior-friendly."

"Those are made by Taotaoguo. They are handmade pastries. If you like them, you can take a few back with you." Xia Lin said without looking back.

He was generous, but for Dumbledore, taking it back?

Totally impossible!

The old kid ate the peach cake in just a few bites, and the little cake crumbs fell into his beard without him noticing.

"I have to say that your craftsmanship, and even the craftsmanship of your Pokémon, is much better than Aberforth." Dumbledore praised.

He couldn't help but think back to the few days he spent with Aberforth every year. Aberforth almost always entertained him with a pile of food that he couldn't tell what it was. But Dumbledore didn't demand more. Aberforth didn't poison him to death because he was already thinking about his sister's emotions.

Looking back on their lives, so many people think they are a great wizard.

But actually?

He is just an old man who can't even take care of his family. It can even be said that many tragedies were brewed by himself.

Dumbledore would not allow himself to wallow in grief for long.

He looked at Xia Lin's writing again.

"Help me win the game? Just you? You don't even know what Pokémon is." Xia Lin's contempt made Riddle feel very stung.

If it weren't for the lack of entity, he would have cast a death curse on Xia Lin!

But now...

Bear it!

Almost thirty seconds after Xia Lin wrote the last sentence, Riddle's handwriting appeared in the diary.

It is conceivable that he was indeed taken aback by Xia Lin.

Dumbledore felt a little sorry for Riddle. He didn't know that his disguise had been seen through from the beginning, and he was still swallowing his anger at Xia Lin's difficulty.

"I can learn!"

"Maybe I really don't understand Pokémon, but I can learn it. Although we learn different knowledge, our wisdom is the same." Riddle said confidently.

In fact, if he really wanted to learn the knowledge of Pokémon battle, it would not be difficult for him.

"Moreover, I can also help you analyze your opponent's fighting methods. I just need you to provide a little memory."

Requesting Xia Lin's memory is what Riddle has always wanted to achieve.

Know yourself and the enemy, and you can fight a hundred battles without danger.

Considering that he might not be able to get the wand after his resurrection, and might have to rely on the power of Pokémon, Riddle felt that it would be beneficial to learn about Pokémon in advance.

"this……"

"Do you have any worries? I'm just a memory."

"I need to ask Headmaster Dumbledore what he thinks. After all, you don't belong to our world."

"Here, show it to Dumbledore? No, no need?" Riddle said awkwardly.

He had a shadow on Dumbledore. He had deceived all the teachers, but Dumbledore had never trusted him.

"What? What worries do you have? Are you afraid of Dumbledore?" Xia Lin asked sharply.

Riddle reacted quickly.

"Actually, yes. In my world, Dumbledore is a very evil wizard. He has ruled the wizarding world with fear for many years."

Dumbledore:? ? ?

Broken, I became Voldemort!