It was the last day before Christmas break. Harry sat alone at the lunch table waiting for Ron to come back from the restroom. He blankly gazed across the Great Hall and saw that a whole crowd of students had surrounded Justin Finch-Fletchley. In his hands, was a very familiar gray console. Harry could hear that they were all asking Justin millions of questions.

Ron sat down next to Harry, "What on earth is a Pok-e-mon?"

"Pokemon is a game where you battle imaginary animals against other players in the game. I think it's totally barbaric," Hermoine said scornfully.

Ron had rolled his eyes, but Harry was relieved that Hermoine was distracted by something else (at least, for a little while).

Ron nudged Harry, and there he saw the distraction. Argus Filch was making his way towards Justin. Their eyes were locked on Argus who was always looking to ruin any student's fun. Right as he got to the edge of the crowd, Professor Sprout's hand took hold of his shoulder.

"There you are," she piped loud enough that everyone in the hall could here. Everyone stopped talking just to see what would happen.

"I'll be with you in a moment Professor," began Filch.

"What could be so important," Professor Sprout asked curiously.

"Well, muggle toys and games shouldn't be allowed on Hogwarts property."

"Really? I don't recall that rule. Could you tell me where it is?"

Filch paused and pretended to think about it.

Professor Sprout smiled, "Well! While you are thinking about that, I need you to help me with the mandrakes. There is quite a job to do with that and it would go so much faster if I had another pair of hands."

Filch's shoulders shrugged, and he muttered "all right."

Fred and George smiled widely at Filch as they passed by him. Harry suspected that they had been the ones to that helped Professor Sprout to find him. They sat down on either side of Harry and Ron.

"Hey Harry, being that you are a muggle and all, could you explain to us what this whole Pokemon thing is. Everyone in school is ranting about it."

"Somehow that grey block is supposed to entertain him on the way home. Looks like a sort of ugly doorstop," George said laughingly.

"Never mind him, Harry. I just want to know more about it," Fred said brushing him off.

Harry explained to them how the game worked. As he talked, their eyes grew wider and wider. When he was done, Fred asked, "George there is profit to be made."

"So long as we get to it first. Let's get to it!"

The twins left mysteriously.

"Ron, are you sure those two don't have some sort of ESP," asked Harry.

"Not really sure. They most often finish each other's sentences and sometimes they just have these strange conversations that no one understands."