What Happened to Farming with Pokémon at Hogwarts?

I stayed up late to finish playing Harry Potter and played Pokémon for half an hour. When he opened his eyes, he became a Muggle squib on the Hogwarts admission list. He has zero magic talent, and even flying a feather will kill him. Fortunately, I brought the "specialties" from my hometown with me. The classmates were holding magic wands and doing transfiguration classes. I took out a small garlic turtle from my backpack and said, "Seed flashbang, if you have learned it, use one quickly." Snape, who was cutting the spleen of a sheep next to the crucible, looked livid: "Potter! Get that water creature that only drinks the dragon's blood used in experiments out of my classroom!" Basking in the moonlight by the black lake, the chief of the Snake Yard, whose cell phone was confiscated, stared at Miaomiao in a daze: "Can your magical plant... Can cure insomnia in Azkaban?" Later, Voldemort was reborn and came to the dormitory building, and everyone in the auditorium felt like they were facing a formidable enemy. Only I had just finished harvesting today's berries, patted the soil and took out the Pokmon Ball: "Let's go Pikachu! One hundred thousand volts!"