Just a Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor

Harry never felt that the title of his savior was a merit. He always believed that people like Sherlock were the wizards who truly deserved to be admired.

So when he boasted about Shylock, he was more proud than when he boasted about himself.

Fleur listened to Harry's words and stared at Sherlock's side face carefully for a long time to make sure that she seemed to have seen him somewhere.

After thinking about it for a moment, she finally remembered.

"I remember, it seems that the "Daily Astronomer" (a local French magic newspaper) reported on you recently, saying that you are the only dark magician who will be re-elected for two years at Hogwarts in the past thirty years. Defense professor.”

Sherlock was speechless about this report.

But think about it, compared to the Chamber of Secrets and Basilisk that non-Hogwarts students don't know about, or the cursed Defense Professorship, the fact that someone has survived the curse is the most eye-catching.

After knowing that Sherlock and Harry were both well-known people in the UK, Fleur's heart, which had been vigilant even after getting in the car, relaxed a little.

In her opinion, one was a young but respected professor at a magic school, and the other was a boy who was even called a savior. It was unlikely that these two would do anything untoward to her.

Harry also gradually broke away from the feeling of being charmed after getting close to Fleur.

Now he was looking at this girl. Apart from feeling that she was a little too beautiful, she was arrogant and even a little rude, and there was nothing special about her. He couldn't help but wonder why he had been obsessed with her before.

At this time, Sherlock suddenly asked.

"Do you have Veela blood in you?"

Fleur had nothing to be ashamed of, she raised her head and proudly admitted.

"My grandmother was a Veela, and I am one-quarter Veela."

Sherlock nodded thoughtfully.

"That's no wonder."

Harry, a student who usually only knows how to play in school and does not read any extracurricular knowledge books, was completely confused.

"What is a Veela?"

"You can think of them as human beings with special blood." Sherlock explained to him, "Veela are a branch of human beings in various countries, but they are born with a beauty that is difficult for ordinary people to surpass, and With their own ability to charm, the opposite sex can be attracted to them and fascinated by them at the first sight, but..."

Sherlock originally wanted to say that Veela would turn into a harpy named "Harpy" when she was angry, and taught Harry that sometimes beautiful things are not as perfect as people imagine. They often have an ugly side too.

But because Furong was nearby, it was difficult to talk about this topic, so he didn't say the next words.

Harry's eyes were as big as bull's eyes at this time.

"Then Miss Delacour actually has that kind of charming magic in her body?"

Sherlock knocked on his head and told him to pay attention to what he said. The word "charm" was not a pleasant one.

"Then Professor, why don't you have any problem?" Harry also knew that he must have fallen for the half-Veela before, and he couldn't help but ask Sherlock in confusion.

Sherlock didn't know why Fleur's charm was useless to him. Maybe her abilities were not as powerful as a real Veela, or maybe Sherlock's own soul was strong enough to be immune to this charm. Anyway, he was not affected. .

"Because your professor is very knowledgeable, and nothing can compare to a young boy like you."

Fleur didn't pay attention to their conversation. She seemed to have thought of something, her face was dim, and she seemed to be in a bad mood.

Harry thought it was his fault and couldn't help but stammered an apology.

"Yes, I'm sorry, Miss Delacour, I didn't mean to."

Fleur shook her head.

"It's not your problem, it's because my wand was stolen."

Sherlock did not understand what she meant. Although the wand was very important to the wizard, he did not cherish it very much.

There are plenty of wands in the shop, and you can buy one for less than 10 Galleons. A wizarding family with a rich heritage like Delacour, as long as they are willing to spend money, will give her a different wand every day for 360 days a year. Use is not a problem.

"That wand has special meaning to you?" Sherlock asked hesitantly.

"The core of the wand is made of my grandmother's hair." Fleur pursed her lips and said.

Sherlock shook his head sadly.

"That is indeed a very meaningful wand, but if you don't catch the thief on the spot, the possibility of recovering it later is not very great, so be cautious."

It wasn't very big before, but after you say it, the possibility of getting it back is very high!

After hearing what Sherlock said, Harry complained silently in his mind.

Fleur was in a bad mood, so they didn't have any more conversations along the way.

Sherlock changed the radio station in the car and continued driving peacefully while listening to French folk songs. Harry was still playing with the camera on the side. He seemed to have discovered the joy of photography, but because he didn't have much film, he didn't dare to shoot randomly.

But a subtle and sudden sound suddenly caught Sherlock's attention.

He looked in the rearview mirror, just in time to see Fleur's shy and panicked eyes and his averted eyes.

Harry was still unknowingly studying the zoom problem of the camera. Sherlock continued to drive as if nothing had happened. But in fact, he paid special attention to the shops on both sides of the road, and not long after, he came to a roadside restaurant. Stop.

Harry looked confused as he saw the car parked in front of the restaurant.

"Didn't we just have lunch? Professor."

Sherlock glared at him.

"Why do you care so much? I'm not happy to treat you to afternoon tea?"

After they got out of the car, Sherlock glanced at Fleur who was still sitting in the back seat, struggling to get down.

"Let's go, I'm treating you."

Of course Fleur realized that Sherlock's visit to the restaurant was actually for her. She pursed her lips and walked out of the car, followed Sherlock, and said in a voice that was not much louder than a mosquito.

"Thanks."

"You're welcome."

Sherlock had no other intention, he just saw how pitiful the girl was. In addition, it would take at least two days for them to get to Paris. They couldn't let her go hungry during these two days anyway.

When they arrived at the restaurant, Sherlock ordered only two desserts for himself and Harry, and then watched Fleur eating fish soup.

It was obvious that she liked the taste of this fish soup, but it was a pity that Sherlock and Harry didn't catch colds very much.

After she had eaten, Sherlock lent her his wand and asked her to use a cleaning spell to clean up some of the dirty things on her body before continuing on her way.

They arrived in Clermont-Ferrand, a city in central France, in the evening, found a hotel here to rest for the night, and started on their way again after breakfast the next day.

It was not until noon that they finally arrived in the suburbs of Paris.

Seeing that they were almost home, Fleur's mood obviously improved a lot. She did not continue to put on airs on the way after lunch. She talked and laughed with Sherlock and the others, and even invited them to come to her home to play. a few days.

Naturally, Sherlock and Harry did not refuse. Paris was both their destination and the end point of their trip. It was naturally better to have a local person lead them than to wander around alone.

As the capital of France, Paris is much more prosperous than other cities.

Following Fleur's guidance, Sherlock drove the car to a small town below Paris. In the most remote corner of the town was the Delacour family's manor.

Compared to the Burrow, Delacour Manor is much larger.

The Muggle Expelling Curse has obviously been cast here. Normal people passing by here would not pay attention to the prominent medieval manor on the roadside.

Sherlock parked the car outside and Fleur led them into Delacour's house.

They came face to face with a house elf.

"Miss! Why are you back!" The house elf looked at Fleur in front of the garden and said, "My lady has been complaining about it for several days. If you haven't come back tonight, she will go out to find you with her master. .”

"Something happened on the road, Chiakley."

Fleur happily introduced Sherlock to each other, Harry and Chiakley.

"This is my house elf Chiakley. These two are Sherlock and Harry. If they hadn't helped me on the way, I don't know where I would be wandering now."

Someone in the house heard the noise and opened the door and came out. It was a little girl with silver-white hair and a beautiful face.

"elder sister!"

When she saw Fleur, she ran down the stairs excitedly and threw herself into her arms.

Fleur hugged her and spun her around twice.

"I'm back, Gabrielle."

Then a beautiful woman with elegant temperament and charming appearance who looked very similar to Furong also came out. When she saw Furong's eyes turned red instantly, she almost shed tears.

"Didn't you go back to school to get a letter of introduction from Madame Maxime? Why are you not back until now?"

"Some accident happened, mother." Fleur put down Gabrielle in her arms and did not dare to tell her about losing her wand immediately. Instead, she pulled Sherlock and Harry to introduce them.

"This is Sherlock and Harry. Thanks to their help, I can come back today. They plan to spend a few days in Paris, so I invited them to my home."

Sherlock reached out and shook Mrs. Delacour's hand.

"My name is Sherlock Forrest and this is my student Harry Potter. Nice to meet you ma'am."

Mrs. Delacour thanked her gratefully.

"Thank you for your help. My daughter has a bad personality. Please be more careful on the road."

Even little Gabrielle standing aside said with a curt bow.

"Thank you for helping sister."

The Delacour family are all very well-educated, except for Fleur who is a bit arrogant, but overall she doesn't feel annoying.

After the family invited Sherlock and Harry into the living room, Mrs. Delacour asked Fleur and Gabrielle to chat with them while she went to prepare lunch.