Just a Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor

Fleur soon discovered what she had lost.

The wand she had always kept in her robe pocket was gone!

The moment she learned of this situation, her face suddenly turned pale.

Because the wand she used was specially made, and the core in the wand was the hair of her Veela grandmother!

The wand was not only her spellcasting tool, but also an extremely important souvenir.

Fleur also noticed the hint that Sherlock gave her before leaving. She saw the goblin who had sprinkled Floo powder into the fireplace, was wrapped in green flames and then disappeared.

The wizard sitting at the same table as her reminded her.

"I heard him and his destination was Carter Street."

Fleur didn't hesitate. She hurriedly pinched some floo powder and sprinkled it into the fireplace. After reading the name of "Carter Street", she rushed into the flames.

The green flow of flames wrapped around her and swirled around her, finally falling into an old dusty fireplace.

"Ahem!"

Fleur coughed, ignoring the dust on her face and body, and ran out of the fireplace.

She was now in a dilapidated wooden house, like a wizard's home, but there was no sign of the goblin around her at all.

Someone heard a noise upstairs in the wooden house, and walked down the stairs "dong dong dong". A fierce old witch stared at her.

"Who are you! Who asked you to teleport to my fireplace!"

"A goblin stole my wand, and someone heard him use Floo to teleport to this place." Fleur stared at the old witch, "Have you seen him?"

Her tone was also very rude, not like an intruder at all.

The old witch's patience with her was reaching its limit.

"Get out of my house! I haven't seen any goblins or elves at all!"

She didn't look like she was lying. At this time, Fleur had already realized that she was looking in the wrong place.

She looked extremely pale, pursed her lips tightly, and took out a few galleons from her pocket.

"Let me use some of your floo powder to get home as payment."

The old witch looked at her with a sneer.

"You arrogant little girl, no matter how much you pay me, I still don't have Floo powder for you to use! The Floo network in my fireplace will be shut down by the Ministry of Magic in another month. I have stopped storing Floo for a long time. "Powdered."

"Then you can use Apparition to send me away, and wait until I return to Paris..."

"roll!"

The old witch flicked her wand, causing Fleur to fly out of the wooden house, and then fell onto the road outside the house.

It was pitch dark outside. It was obviously a run-down street. Not to mention the pedestrians, there were no street lights on the road. Only the scattered huts in the distance had dim lights.

Furong rubbed her shoulder where she had just been thrown, her eyes were red, and she stood up from the ground in grievance.

Now she has completely lost the arrogance and elegance she had before. Her silver-white hair and face are covered in dust, and her originally clean and beautiful robe is now dirty.

She looked around, not knowing how to leave this place without her wand and half a Muggle coin.

Looking back at the small wooden house with a closed door, Fleur pursed her white lips. Her self-esteem did not allow her to go back and beg the old witch for help.

So she suppressed the tears that were already welling up in her eyes, and resolutely walked along the street to the area with the brightest lights.

...

Sherlock did not take Harry to spend the night in the town of Aspe. He drove Harry back to Toulouse, the city they had visited before, and found a high-end hotel to stay here.

The hotels in Wizarding Town cannot compare with Muggle hotels in terms of facilities and services, so Sherlock and the others would not consider staying in Wizarding Town at all.

After a night's rest, Harry and Sherlock drove energetically the next morning to fill up the gas tank and continue their journey.

According to Sherlock's plan, they will then go to Switzerland for a tour, and finally head to Paris.

From Toulouse-Chylock, we turned to the Mediterranean road in the east of France and headed to the next coastal city of Montpellier.

Even after eating the delicious food for so many days, Harry's mouth still hasn't become sticky yet.

They randomly found a roadside restaurant on the roadside and had a simple stewed potato meal at noon. He still ate it cleanly at the end, and he didn't forget to lick the sauce from the corner of his mouth.

"That Miss Delacour from yesterday, she said she was also going to see Nico Flamel?"

Harry still couldn't forget that charming girl.

Sherlock rolled his eyes at him.

"After all, Nick Flamel is an alumnus of Beauxbatons. His Philosopher's Stone fragments can be given to us Hogwarts people, but he can't give them to people from his own alma mater?"

Harry heard Sherlock's words and remained silent.

He felt that after yesterday's blessing, it was still a question whether Fleur could still find Nick Flamel intact.

The journey to Montpellier is not long, only taking three and a half hours.

This city on the Mediterranean coast didn't have many famous attractions. Sherlock and the others just took a few commemorative photos at Comedy Square and Peruvian Square before continuing to drive north.

An unknown rock song was playing on the car radio. Sherlock was humming along with the song, while Harry was playing with the camera in the passenger seat, taking pictures of the scenery on the roadside.

"Don't run out of film. We don't know where to buy it now." Sherlock warned.

Harry nodded in agreement. In fact, he didn't take a few photos at all, but looked at the scenery outside through the lens of the camera.

They were driving through an endless wheat field when a shabby, white figure suddenly flashed past Harry's lens.

Harry was stunned for a moment, then he hurriedly put his head out and looked behind him. After confirming the figure, he retracted his head very quickly and said to Sherlock in shock.

"Professor! Stop the car! Look who is that person behind us!"

Sherlock stepped on the brakes and saw the dirty figure walking forward step by step along the road through Harry's rearview mirror.

He put the reverse gear on and slowly drove the car to the girl's side.

After walking all night, Fu Rong, who was cold and hungry, noticed the car parked next to her.

But after the last Muggle who drove a car pretended to help her, but actually had bad intentions, Fleur completely gave up the idea of ​​asking for help from passing cars.

She continued walking forward without looking, and even though she was in a panic, she held her head high and never lowered it.

"Miss Delacour."

It wasn't until a familiar voice in the car called out Furong's last name that she froze on the spot and looked into the car in surprise.

Sherlock and Harry both looked at her with puzzled faces. They didn't understand why they saw her in the Wizarding Town last night and now she appeared beside a road below Montpellier and turned into such a miserable state. look.

Fleur pursed her lips and looked at Sherlock, who reminded her yesterday that her things were stolen. Her words expressed the intention of asking for help, but her tone was still stiff.

"Can you help me get me home?"

Sherlock motioned for her to sit in the back seat of the car first, and Fleur opened the door and got in.

Harry asked eagerly as soon as she got into the car.

"How did you get here?"

"My wand was stolen at the Warmth Bar. The goblin who stole the wand escaped through the fireplace, so I followed him, but ended up chasing him in the wrong place, and ended up here."

After Harry heard what happened to her, he couldn't help but subconsciously turned his head and glanced at Sherlock, who looked at him inexplicably.

"What are you looking at me for?"

"It's nothing, I just think you are so handsome, Professor."

"Okay, thank you for the compliment, but no matter how flattering you are, I will not exempt you from your defense class homework after school starts."

Fleur quietly pinched a corner of her robe in the back row, trying to make her request less condescending.

"Can you help me apparate to Paris? My father will reward you."

Sherlock saw Fleur's desperate look through the rearview mirror and shrugged.

"I'm sorry, I haven't been to Paris yet. Apparition can't go to places I haven't been, so I can't help you."

Furong's face suddenly turned dark again.

She had just finished fifth grade and was starting sixth grade. The Ministry of Magic requires that students who learn to Apparate must be over 17 years old, which is usually when they are in sixth grade. So Fleur can't Apparate, even if Sherlock Even if he generously lent her his wand, she couldn't take it back.

Harry saw that Fleur was in a low mood now. He glanced at Sherlock, and Sherlock also saw what he was thinking. He sighed helplessly and spoke.

"If you really have no other choice, just come with us. Our final destination is Paris anyway, and we can take you home along the way."

After hearing Sherlock's words, Fleur's face looked much better, and she said softly.

"thank you all."

"You're welcome!" Harry waved his hand generously, as if he had been of great help.

Sherlock took out the map again. Their plan to continue traveling to Sweden must not continue. The distance from Montpellier to Paris is about 800 kilometers. If they keep driving all the way, It also takes eight or nine hours of walking.

He didn't intend to rush over in such a hurry. It was not his obligation to help Furong, it was just a way of doing it.

After deciding on the route, they set out on the road again. During this period, Sherlock also asked about the wizard who went into the bar with Fleur before.

"I remember, didn't you have a companion? Why didn't he help you catch the thief together?"

Fleur shook her head.

"Jonathan and I only met in the small town of Aspe. He said that he would also go to Paris to find Mr. Nicolème, and we would go together temporarily."

Sherlock heard the hidden meaning in her words.

"A lot of wizards have been visiting Niccolòme recently?"

"Yes, Mr. Flamel has lived for such a long time and has many old friends in the magic world. I heard that he sent out many invitation letters this time, so that his friends can let young and promising wizards go to him to get some Interesting stuff.”

After Harry heard this, he couldn't help but complain to Sherlock.

"It turns out that many people can get it. I thought it was just the two of us, Professor."

Fleur heard Harry call Sherlock more than once, and this time she couldn't help but ask.

"Why does this little boy call you Professor?"

Harry didn't answer this time, he was hurt by the title of little boy.

It was obvious that he was already celebrating his thirteenth birthday, so how could he still call him a little boy?

Sherlock looked at Harry and couldn't help laughing.

"Because I am his professor. Let me introduce myself. My name is Sherlock Forrest. I am the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. This is my student Harry Potter. He is in his third year of school. grade."

After Furong heard their names, she was stunned.

Not only was she shocked that Sherlock became a professor at Hogwarts at such a young age, but she also knew what the name Harry Potter represented.

Although the Delacour family does not insist on pure bloodlines for its descendants, it is still a wizarding family with a long history in the French magical world.

Voldemort's influence in the wizarding world was certainly not limited to the British wizarding world, but his main focus was on how to conquer the island of Great Britain.

So Fleur naturally knew what kind of character Harry Potter was.

"You're the Harry Potter who defeated You-Know-Who!"

This was very helpful to Harry, and he finally got rid of the shameful title of little boy.

"I was too young to know anything at the time, so defeating the mysterious man is not my credit."

But even if it was useful again, Harry would not be complacent about defeating Voldemort. He knew that the reason why he survived had nothing to do with him, and was entirely due to his mother's protection of him.

Sherlock, who was driving, couldn't help but smile when he heard Harry's answer.

Even though countless people in the magical world praised his "great achievements", he was still not lost in it.

This was what he admired most about Harry.

Of course, this cannot cover up his shortcomings of sometimes acting recklessly.

"What about you? You look a few years older than me, so why did you become a professor at Hogwarts?" Fleur turned her eyes to Sherlock, her tone full of doubts.

This time, before Sherlock could speak himself, Harry began to brag on his behalf.

"Professor Forrest is a very powerful wizard. After graduating from Hogwarts, he was hired by the Auror Command of the Ministry of Magic."

"Later he resigned and studied defensive magic at home for a year, and also wrote two books. Last year, Professor Dumbledore hired him as a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts. He became the favorite professor of the students in the castle, and later defeated The Basilisk in the Chamber of Secrets saved Hogwarts from the danger of being closed down! "