HP :Pokemon In Horgwart

The dungeons of Hogwarts were as cold and unwelcoming as Magnus had expected.

It wasn't just the dim lighting or the damp, musty air.

It was the silence.

In any other classroom, students would be murmuring, whispering, maybe even laughing while waiting for the lesson to start. Here, no one dared to make a sound.

At the front of the room, Professor Snape stood like a shadow, his black robes blending seamlessly with the gloom.

This Potions lesson was shared between the Ravenclaws and the Gryffindors.

Magnus knew enough about Snape to know the man despised Gryffindors. But that didn't mean Ravenclaws were safe either.

Right now, his only goal was to avoid being one of Snape's victims.

Unlike Goldstein and Padma, who had each earned ten points in Charms and Transfiguration earlier, Magnus had neither gained nor lost anything today. If he could just maintain that streak through this class, he'd call it a win.

Snape had been standing there for a full minute now, scanning the room like a predator searching for prey.

Then, finally, he spoke.

"Potions."

His voice was barely above a whisper, yet it cut through the silence like a knife.

"The subtle science and exact art of potion-making. For centuries, potions have been used in medicine, warfare, and—most importantly—Pokémon care."

Magnus sat upright. That got his attention.

All day, this was the first lesson that had mentioned Pokémon directly.

With a flick of his wand, words appeared on the blackboard behind Snape.

Potions & Pokémon: Compatibility and Toxicity

Snape turned, his gaze landing on Ron, who immediately shrank into his seat.

"Yesterday, all of you picked an egg."

The class held their breath, waiting for his next words.

"In less than a week, those eggs will hatch."

His gaze hovered over them, slow and deliberate. He was enjoying this—drawing out the tension, letting the weight of his words settle in.

"You are expected to train them, tame them, care for them… but the truth is, you are their deadliest enemy."

He let the words hang in the air, daring anyone to refute him.

Magnus was dying to ask what the hell that meant, but he held his tongue.

"Many of you, in your ignorance, will attempt to use potions without understanding their effects. This may not only kill your Pokémon but—worse—it will waste my time as I try to remedy your folly."

For a second, his eyes lingered on Magnus, and a shiver ran down his spine.

"There exist potions that work exceptionally well for larger Pokémon—fully grown creatures with durable bodies and strong constitutions. But for newly hatched Pokémon?" Snape's lips curled into something that might have been a smirk. "Lethal."

Another flick of his wand, and a list appeared on the board.

Wound-Cleaning Potion – Safe for adults, but causes cell breakdown in hatchlings.

Invigoration Draught – Boosts stamina in large Pokémon but overstimulates a hatchling's tiny heart, leading to heart failure.

Burn-Healing Salve – Soothes burns on developed Pokémon but corrodes the soft, unprotected skin of a hatchling.

Basic Antidote – Neutralizes venom in adults but is too potent for a newborn's system.

Blood-Replenishing Potion – Restores blood levels but can trigger internal hemorrhaging in Pokémon younger than a month.

A few students exchanged nervous glances. Snape was waiting, Magnus could see. He wanted someone to ask a foolish question. He wanted an excuse to humiliate them.

Magnus clenched his jaw. As much as he burned with curiosity, he would not be the one to take the bait.

"Goldstein."

Magnus stiffened. Too close.

Anthony Goldstein was seated right next to him, and he immediately sat up straighter.

"If you were tending to a newborn Ponyta with minor burns, which of these potions would you use?"

Anthony hesitated. "None of them, Professor."

Snape's expression didn't change. "Correct. And yet…" His gaze swept over the Gryffindor side of the room, specifically on Harry. "I suspect some of you would have happily applied a Burn-Healing Salve and watched the poor creature scream in agony."

The Gryffindors bristled, but no one dared speak.

Snape turned back to the Ravenclaws. "If a newly hatched Eevee is poisoned, and you have only a Basic Antidote at your disposal, what do you do?"

Hermione's hand shot up. She was even snapping her fingers.

Snape ignored her completely.

"Corner."

Michael Corner flinched. He quickly scanned the list on the board. "I… I would dilute the antidote with water to reduce its potency."

Snape's eyes narrowed. "How much water?"

Michael swallowed hard. "Uh… double the volume?"

Snape scoffed. "A miscalculation like that would still kill it. Five points from Ravenclaw for guessing."

Michael's face burned with embarrassment.

Magnus clenched his fists. What the fuck. Five points deducted for trying? How did Snape expect them to know everything on their first day?

Well, except for Hermione. She seemed to know all the answers, but she was the exception, not the rule.

Snape turned his attention back to the Gryffindor side. Hermione was still snapping her fingers madly, but he acted as if she didn't exist.

"Weasley."

Ron looked up. "Me?"

"Unless there's another Weasley hiding under the table, yes, you." Snape sneered. "Tell me, what is the safest remedy for a newborn Pokémon suffering from mild poisoning?"

Ron fumbled for an answer. "Er… milk?"

A few Gryffindors snickered. Magnus winced.

He may not know the answer, but from the look on Snape's face, Ron had landed exactly where he wanted him.

His nostrils flared, and just like a damn Dementor, he sucked all the happiness out of the room.

"If you're ever foolish enough to use milk as an antidote, Weasley, I suggest you prepare a burial site as well. Ten points from Gryffindor."

Lavender tried to answer next, naming a bile-based remedy, but she was wrong too.

Hermione looked ready to burst—her hand waving so violently, she was moments away from standing up just to force Snape to acknowledge her.

"Magnus."

His heart nearly stopped.

He hadn't expected Snape to call on him. Not when he'd been focused on Gryffindors.

Even worse? He had no bloody idea.

Sure, he'd read a few books, but none on Potions.

Right now, he really, really wished he were a mind reader—just a quick peek at Hermione's thoughts would save him from losing points he hadn't even earned.

And then, before he could stop himself, the words slipped out.

"Hermione seems to know the answer, Professor."

The entire class turned to look at him. As if he'd just sprouted horns.

A few laughed—until they saw the look on Snape's face. The smirks vanished instantly.

"I see Granger's name is of more interest to you than Potions. Or is that Ravenclaw's idea of wit beyond measure?" Snape sneered. "Thanks to your wit, that will be twenty points from Ravenclaw and detention for presuming me blind."

Magnus clenched his teeth as the Ravenclaws groaned.

"Silence."

Snape turned back to the whole class.

"For newborns, only mild herbal infusions should be used for detoxification. If none are available, the best course of action is to wait—allow their natural immunity to fight the poison before intervening."

He paused, as if daring anyone to challenge him.

No one did.

"Pathetic," he spat.

"Not one of you seems remotely prepared for the responsibility of caring for a Pokémon. And yet, the Headmaster sees fit to let first-years keep them."

His eyes gleamed with displeasure.

"If it were up to me, none of you would be trusted with so much as a flobberworm."

He turned to the board again and flicked his wand. The list disappeared, replaced by a set of potion brewing instructions.

"Brewing time. You will work in pairs, each from the opposite house. Do not test my patience."

"Fucking git," Magnus cursed with bated breath.

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