Just a Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor

Sherlock and the others sailed very smoothly on the ferry. In the evening of the same day, they arrived at the French port city of Caen.

It's located in Normandy, France, and yes, it's where the Allies landed during World War II.

She found a decent-looking hotel in downtown Sherlock in Caen, parked the car, and took Harry to a restaurant for an elegant French meal.

Although French food was much better than in England, Harry's was still tasteless.

There were always a lot of pretty Muggle sisters approaching Sherlock at dinner and asking for his phone number.

Even if Sherlock refused every time because he didn't have a phone, several of them actually said that they had a phone at home and that the bedroom was very big, and invited him to visit.

Seeing that Sherlock politely declined an invitation from a woman who said he accidentally bought an extra movie ticket and wanted to invite a gentleman to go to the movies with her, Harry said sourly.

"They're so lonely, and they really need someone to swim with them, watch movies, and visit their bedrooms?"

Sherlock rolled his eyes at him.

"You little brat, what do you know?"

With Sherlock's outstanding appearance, coupled with learning magic, the quiet and mysterious temperament naturally presented on his body made him a walking hormone harvester no matter where he was.

They only stayed in Caen for one day and drove out of the city the next day after visiting the convent, a famous local attraction.

Before leaving, Sherlock went to the mall to buy a purely mechanical camera, which was used as a tool for taking pictures along the way.

Instead of heading to Paris, west of Caen, they drove all the way south, stopping at each city to taste the local cuisine and admire the scenery.

In Leon they watched a car race ("Not yet the excitement of a Quidditch match," said Harry dismissively, looking at the cheering crowd), and came to Saumur to taste special wines (in At Harry's repeated pleas, Sherlock let him take a bite, and he spat it out).

Went to Bordeaux to eat foie gras, saw medieval castles (Harry said that these castles are not as imposing as Hogwarts castle, but the taste of foie gras is really good), the last stop of the trip in the south of France, Toulouse visited Saint-Saint-Ser Hernan Church (Sherlock proposed in the church why many wizards believe in religion,

Such a thought-provoking question, but Harry said it would be better to have another bowl of delicious onion soup).

Finally, they filled up the car and left the city of Toulouse for the suburbs close to the Pyrenees.

"Where are we going next? Professor." Harry, who drank three bowls of onion soup at noon, asked with great satisfaction.

Sherlock parked the car on the side road of the field and pressed the button on the steering wheel that changed the function of the car.

This was the first time Harry had seen him prepare to use the car's flight function since leaving Caen.

"We're going to fly into the Pyrenees, and when we get into this mountain, we're going to visit the wizards in France."

Harry blinked at the towering mountains in the distance and asked suspiciously.

"All wizards in France like to live in deep mountains and old forests?"

"Your knowledge is really narrow, Harry, if Hermione is here, she must know the destination of our trip." Sherlock complained.

Harry was very unconvinced, he was blinded.

"We must be visiting some well-known old wizard who lives in seclusion in this mountain range."

Sherlock controlled the car to take off and flew towards the mountains, and by the way, taught Harry common sense.

"Do you know how many schools of magic there are in Europe?"

Harry thought for a moment, and finally shook his head honestly.

"do not know."

"There are three schools of magic in Europe, Hogwarts in England, Beauxbatons in France, and Durmstrang in northern Europe. The place we're going to now is the French school of magic— - Beauxbatons, but they are on summer vacation like Hogwarts, I wonder if they can let us in and visit in the name of Professor Dumbledore."

Sherlock had obviously done his homework before coming.

"Nick Lemay and his wife, who we will eventually visit on this trip, are famous Beauxbatons alumni. Later, when the school was expanded, Nick Lemay and the others also helped with the money. Beauxbaton also specially provided for them. A huge fountain was built in the school as a memorial, and they also have a magnificent manor in their school."

Harry was intrigued by what he said, and he visited so many Muggle cities along the way that he almost forgot that he was a wizard.

Sherlock wandered the Pyrenees in a flying car for several hours, and finally found a remarkable French-style building complex in the mountains.

In the same way that Hogwarts hides, in the eyes of Muggles who have no magic power and cannot understand magic, the school site of Beauxbatons is just a large wasteland overgrown with grass, and only wizards can see what it really looks like.

Sherlock didn't drive around on Beauxbatons, but landed directly in front of the school's gate.

When they got out of the car, they could see the main building in Beauxbatons through the iron gate, an auditorium with only one floor but a large area.

The door of the auditorium was facing the direction of the entrance to the school. Above the door of the building, Sherlock and Harry also saw one, consisting of two golden intertwined wands, each with three stars emerging from the tip. The patterns make up the school badge.

"Although Beauxbatons is not as old as Hogwarts, it is also over seven hundred years old. And it's not just French students, but wizards from Spain, Portugal, Luxembourg, Belgium and the Netherlands. study here."

Sherlock gave Harry Science relevant knowledge, and the two walked to the gate together. The iron gate was closed, and from the outside, there was no one on the campus.

"How do we get in?" Harry asked suspiciously.

Sherlock also researched in front of the door to see if there was anything similar to a doorbell.

Just as they were wandering in front of Beauxbatons' campus gate, a hoarse, old female voice suddenly sounded.

"What are you doing here at Beauxbatons?"

Sherlock and the others looked in the direction the voice came from. It was an old witch in a rose-red robe. Her face was wrinkled, but her back was straight. She stood inside the iron gate and watched them vigilantly.

Sherlock and Harry looked at each other, and then Sherlock introduced himself.

"Hello ma'am, I'm Sherlock Forrest, Defence Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and this is my student Harry Potter. This time we're on a trip to France, and we specifically want to visit cloth Sparton School of Witchcraft and Wizardry? I wonder if it's convenient to let us in?"

"Defense professors and students at Hogwarts?" The old witch looked up and down at Sherlock and Harry. "Beauxbatons does not refuse visitors, but I want to see something that can prove your identity."

Perhaps the name of Harry the Redeemer, which is known only to English wizards, and the French witch showed no shock at his name.

Sherlock was already prepared for this.

Wizards normally don't have such a thing as an ID card.

However, under normal circumstances, after passing the Apparition exam, an adult wizard will have a Ministry of Magic issued an Apparition license.

This certificate will be printed with the wizard's photo and name, and it is difficult to forge or modify.

However, what Sherlock used to prove his identity was the letter of appointment sent to him by Hogwarts, which also had his photo and personal information printed on it, and could also prove his identity as a professor.

After studying the engagement letter Sherlock handed her, the witch opened Beauxbatons' door and let them in.

"It's summer vacation time, and there is no one else in the school except a few students and teachers." The old witch's attitude was not friendly, but it was not bad either. "My name is Andrea Garrel, It is the general affairs teacher of this school, who is responsible for managing the students' daily life and discipline."

Harry, who walked into Beauxbatons behind her, whispered to Sherlock.

"She's much better than that old Filch as it stands."

Sherlock patted his head and taught him not to speak ill of others behind his back.

"Do you need me to lead the way when you visit the campus?" the old witch Garrel asked back.

Sherlock shrugged.

"I don't bother you anymore, you just need to tell us where we can't go."

Garrel shook his head: "There is no forbidden area for Beauxbatons, but you have to be careful in the magical animal breeding grounds on the west side of the garden. There are some grumpy magical animals there. It is best not to provoke them easily."

Saying goodbye to Garrel in front of Beauxbatons' banquet hall, Sherlock takes Harry on a day trip to Beauxbatons.

"I suggest you stand in the middle of the fountain, so that it can bring out its height."

Sherlock held up the camera and motioned for Harry to stand in the middle, before taking a photo of him with the huge fountain named after Nick Lemay.

They then went to the garden behind the banquet hall. It is said that at Christmas every year, the mountain fairies will serenade the students while they eat, and there will be beautiful ice sculptures around them.

While visiting Beauxbatons' manor, they met there a witch who was as tall as Hagrid and like a little giant.

Sherlock recognized her as Mrs. Maxime, the current headmaster of Beauxbatons.

"Professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts from Hogwarts?" Madame Maxime gave Sherlock a glance, then set her eyes on Harry, "I've heard of your name Harry Potter, haven't I? To think that Dumbledore would let you out on a trip at ease."