Since Harry had taken a bit too long getting dressed, (and pondering about his pokemon egg), he was late getting to the Main Hall for breakfast. As he sat next to Ron and Hermione, the former of the two who was shoveling sausages into his mouth, he noticed Hermione was reading that book she had shown him last night. "So, Hermione, you learn anything new yet?" Harry asked, pointing to the book in her hands and taking a bite out of a pancake. "Actually Harry, I have. It seems there are certain very strong pokemon that have almost unmatchable powers. They're never named in this book though. I wonder what the terminology would be…" Hermione ended with a quiet mumble, frustrated by this lack of knowledge. Harry sat for five more minutes eating, before coming up with an idea. "Why don't we head to Profes-, I mean Dillon's class early? I'm sure he wouldn't mind explaining it to us." "Great idea Harry!" Hermione cheered, followed by the shutting of a book. "But guys, I haven't finished my breakfast!" Ron whined, which Harry found hilarious due to the fact that he had had not only seconds, but thirds as well. "You'll be fine Ron." Hermione told him, not nearly as amused. They walked towards Professor Reeves' class, happily as every to see their favorite teacher.
As the trio rounded the corner of the hallway that lead to Dillon's classroom, Harry stopped. Ron and Hermione, who had been arguing about who knows what quickly grew silent. "Is something wrong Harry?" Hermione asked, concerned. "Yeah mate, what's up?" Ron quickly interjected. "Nothing." Harry said quietly. But it wasn't nothing. He had seen a tail slithering into Professor Reeves' room before the door had shut. A large, green tail. His mind was firing off. 'The Basilisk is dead! Isn't it?...' That was all the time Harry needed before bursting into a sprint towards Dillon's classroom. Right before he entered, however, he stopped in his tracks. He had heard a voice coming from inside the classroom. Two voices actually. But suddenly he heard "Order, return!" and the sound of a pokball being latched to a belt. "So Harry, why don't you and the gang step inside? I don't mind." Dillon's voice carried across the class and through the door, before Harry opened it.
Harry smiled at the sight of his teacher, and wrote the tail off as a figment of his imagination, and entered the class, followed by Ron and Hermione. "So I take it one of you had a question for me?" the Professor said with a smile. "Actually, yes. I was wondering what these pokemon were called." Hermione replied, before opening up the book she had been carrying in her arms and turning to a page. On the page was a long paragraph in a bold font, and then some runic looking drawings. Harry had no idea what exactly they were, but he knew they were pokemon. Dillon smiled, and closed his eyes. "Those, my friends, are Legendaries. Pokemon who have existed since time began, some crafting the world, some destroying it, and some creating completely new dimensions. Very few have been able to capture a Legendary at all, and then there are the master trainers, who have excelled to a new level of understanding of pokemon. They are the few elite trainers to ever catch more than one of the Legendaries. I, happen to be one of them." Dillon said, opening his arms as if riling up an invisible audience. "But, Professor, the book says some of the Legendaries maintain the balance of the universe. If you captured one, how do we still exist?" Hermione asked confusedly. "That, my dear girl, is a good question."
"Though it is still shrouded in mystery, I think I have a theory." Dillon said. "I think that as one Legendary is captured, another one, almost completely identical yet polar opposite, is created as well. The two do not exist on the same plane, but yet they do. It is almost a paradox. Arceus, the equivalent 'God' of pokemon, is said to have created all pokemon, while Mew, the ancestral mother of all pokemon, is said to be the same. How can one exist without the other? Well, Hermione, I guess the answer to your question, is that there really isn't an answer." Dillon finished, blowing the minds of the three teens standing in front of him, obvious that he had put a lot of thought into this topic before. "Thank you Professor." Hermione said, when students started pouring into the classroom. Professor Reeves walked to the front of the class, and sat behind his desk. When all the students were in their seats, he spoke. "Good morning class!" After the cheerful response, he released his five pokemon and sat a briefcase onto his desk. "I have something interesting to go over today. Now, as you have probably noticed, I only have five pokemon with me here. This is because the Pokemon League sent out a rule that a trainer can only carry six pokemon with them at a time, due to a run-in with a pokemon enthusiast who had a lot of pokeballs to spare a few years back. This is why I had this made." Dillon said, opening the briefcase, followed by a hiss of air.
Most of the students were leaning over each other trying to see into the technological case, with only the older Weasley twins having a clear view. Chuckling at the sight of it all, Professor Reeves turned the briefcase out and began to explain. "This, my friends, is a one of a kind piece of technology. It is a portable version of the Pokemon Computer Storage System." Inside the briefcase was a built in screen that looked like a laptop, but where the keyboard should have been, there were two round indentions. "The indention on the left is to send pokemon into storage, while the indention on the right is to receive a pokeball from storage. This is how I will be showing you many new and interesting pokemon, and in a few weeks, I will even have a project and an event for the school. Now, any questions?" He said, with a knowing smirk.