Harry and Ron were waiting to give Hermoine the bad news that they hadn't seen anything in the library. Harry felt something hit the back of his neck. He turned to see a rememberall on the ground. It was as if they were apparating out of thin air. Harry and Ron ducked under the table.
"What is going on," asked Harry.
"I don't know," whimpered Ron.
"Enough," cried the very familiar voice of Dumbledore. "You are all to leave this hall while they are removing these projectiles. Should anyone be found with a rememberall you will be immediately sent to detention. That is all except for Neville Longbottom." He turned to Neville, "Your Grandmother's patience is not one to be tested," he smiled sympathetically.
Neville could only nod as he clutched onto his rememberall.
Harry, Ron, and Hermoine began to notice some of the students were carrying in their bags what looked to be Pokeballs.
Even Malfoy was glowing saying that his aunt let him borrow her house elf.
It was all revealed to them when they got back to their dorm where George and Fred where selling them. "You can catch any living thing…"
"So long as it is not human," chirped Fred.
"And contain them in this pokeball."
"Remember to play nice!"
It was like witnessing an American Black Friday sale. Everyone was fussing to hand Fred and George money (and they were all too happy to take it from them).
"I'm not sure why, but I've got a bad feeling about this," said Ron.
Sure enough, there apparently was a plan. The grounds by Hagrid's home would become the battlefield for the great Poke-Battle. Hermoine, of all people, was the most excited. "Think about it," she gasped. "We'll probably get to see all sorts of magical creatures that we normally wouldn't see while at Hogwarts! It will be so exciting!"
Ron looked at her with displeasure but did agree that it would be fun to see the battle all the same. Hermoine was in such a strange mood, she even brought muggle popcorn and Bertie Botts Every Flavor Beans.
"Thank you Hermoine," Ron said glowing at the sight of food.
Suddenly, Harry felt like he was a third wheel on a date with Ron and Hermoine. Harry waived it off and sat next to Ron. It was Gryffindor and Hufflepuffs vs Slytherines and Ravenclaws.
The air was tense, the sky was cloudy and it seemed like eternity before the game began.
"I summon the Cornish pixies," cried Seamus.
"I summon the garden gnomes," Cho shouted.
"Well I summon Moaning Myrtle," cried Justin.
A number of other mystical beings came forth, but the last one who stood boldly in front of his team was Malfoy. "I summon Kreacher!" Out came Kreacher with a fork in hand.
Before anyone could really take in the sight and admire each one of the mystical beings the scene turned into utter chaos. If only they were like Kreacher and just stood there lazily. Everything else either attacked those that had imprisoned them or were brutalizing anyone within sight. Hermoine's popcorn fell from her lips, and she said something around the lines "I'm going to go get a professor."
"Too late," said Ron as he pointed out Professor McGonagall, Professor Snape, Professor Sprout, Professor Flitwick and finally Filch.
"Immobulus," cried Professor McGonagall. The spell was so powerful it encompassed the entire field.
"… and that is how you came to loose the privilege of bringing any muggle game to Hogwarts," cried Professor Dumbledore in the Great Hall.