Just a Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor

Sherlock looked at Nick Flamel who was surrounded by a group of wizards, then looked at the closed building in the yard, and recalled the scene where Nick Flamel walked out just now.

It seemed like he came from the backyard of the small building instead of from inside the house.

This was just an insignificant little detail, but Sherlock noticed it carefully.

"Let's go, let's go too." Seeing that Nico Flamel was talking to the visitors, Fleur called Sherlock and Harry and walked to the outermost edge of the crowd.

"...I'm sorry everyone, Perenelle and I went to Lyon a few days ago and just came back today, causing you to be delayed in Paris for so long."

Nicolème seemed to be an old man with a very gentle personality. After seeing the visitors, he first apologized.

"And because of my problems, you all came to my house on one day. There is no room for you in the house, so I can only meet you outside the house. However, I know your purpose very well, and it is still a bit awkward to talk here. It’s not suitable. Come to the back of the yard, there is an open space here.”

They followed Nick Flamel around to the back of the yard.

While walking close to Flamel's house, Shylock also took a special look at his garden.

There is obviously a large back garden in Flamel's house, which is more than enough to entertain the dozen wizards here.

But for some reason, he did not choose this back garden, but outside the home.

As Nick Flamel said, there is a large open space behind his yard, and it is very remote. No Muggles pass by. There is a dense forest not far away.

He seemed to have been prepared here. There were many seats and small round tables on the lawn of the open space, with some desserts and tea cups placed on them. It looked like a wild tea party.

The visitors sat down on chairs around a small round table, and Nick Flamel received a letter of introduction from each of them.

He stood in the middle and said around.

"My long life has made me tired of living. Death is something that everyone will experience."

"I realized this truth a year ago, so after discussing with my wife Perenelle, we decided to destroy the Philosopher's Stone. We planned to prepare for our own death and prevent the Philosopher's Stone from falling into the hands of anyone with evil intentions. in hand."

"But after all, the Philosopher's Stone is the most wonderful work of my life. Even if it is destroyed, the fragments left behind will still possess unimaginable magic power."

"So I plan to send these fragments out to the new generation in the magic world. It is the last thing left to this wonderful magic world before facing death."

The visitors all burst into applause. They all became the beneficiaries of Nick Flamel's selflessness.

Shylock also admired the old man's ideological realm very much. He would give up if he said immortality, and he would destroy it if he said "destroy" the philosopher's stone.

For example, Riddle even dismembered his own soul in order to live forever. The Malfoy family has been a sideline for decades for wealth and status, and their reputation is almost ruined.

But these, the old man in front of him abandoned them.

He took out a small blood-red crystal from his pocket, allowing everyone to see its dazzling color under the reflection of sunlight.

"The fragments of the magic stone, the magic power it retains can still make it a powerful alchemical item. As for the use of this alchemical item... you can explore it yourself after you get it."

Nicoléme put the fragment of the magic stone back into his pocket.

At this moment, Sherlock seemed to see a familiar symbol on the briefly exposed arm of Nico Flamel's lowered hand, and he was suddenly startled.

Nick Flamel continued.

"But just giving the fragments to you directly is a bit too simple and boring. So, I want to play a little game with you."

"There are twenty-three fragments of the Magic Stone in total, and there are seventeen of you here. I hid all the fragments in the woods."

He pointed to the woods not far away.

"You can go look for it in the woods. No matter how many pieces you can find, the fragments you find belong to you."

At this time, someone couldn't help but ask questions.

"What if not one is found?"

"Then I can only say sorry. Whether you can find it all depends on your own luck." Nicoléme said loudly, "And in the process of looking for the magic stone fragments, for the sake of fairness, you are not allowed to use magic. Before entering Before heading out into the woods, you can leave your wands with me for safekeeping for the time being."

After hearing what he said, the visitors below began to whisper.

"Seventeen people, looking for twenty-three pieces, the probability that everyone can find one is quite high." Furong said eagerly.

Sherlock frowned.

"Why play this game? What if a conflict arises while searching for the fragments?"

"A conflict?" Harry asked confused.

"If you found two pieces of the Magic Stone, but you didn't find any of them, do you think he would be jealous of you, would he want to get one from you, or even both of them? Take it away?”

Fleur and Harry heard Sherlock's words and both fell silent.

They circled around, surrounded by a group of young wizards who were happily discussing how to find fragments of the Magic Stone when they entered the woods. Fleur said hesitantly.

"Everyone seems to be in harmony, so they probably won't do such a thing."

Sherlock did not answer Fleur's words. He was looking at Nico Flamel thoughtfully.

I always felt that what he said at the end, about finding the magic stone fragments to play a small game, was somewhat inconsistent with his previous words.

What made him even more suspicious was the mark he had seen on three people in a row within two days.

Just when he felt something was wrong, this little game of finding fragments of the magic stone had already begun.

A wizard stood up from his chair impatiently, left his wand with Nick Flamel, and then entered the woods.

Nearly all the visitors then took part, leaving their wands in the hands of Nick Flamel for safekeeping and heading into the woods.

Soon, there were only three people sitting on the lawn, Sherlock and the others.

Fleur couldn't wait any longer.

"Aren't you going to participate? Isn't the purpose of coming to France to get the magic stone fragments from Mr. Flamel?"

Harry also looked up at Sherlock, but Sherlock shook his head.

"I just came to visit Nicoléme by the way. The main purpose of my trip was to relax. As for the fragments of the Philosopher's Stone." Sherlock smiled, "I'm only moderately interested in that thing. Maybe the complete Philosopher's Stone is still there." Let me think about it. If you want to try it, don’t worry about us and just go in.”

Fleur stood up from her chair.

"Then I'm going to try. If I can find two, I'll give you a piece."

Sherlock raised his eyebrows.

"Then I'll thank you in advance for your generosity."

Fleur walked to Nico Flamel's side, handed over her wand, and then walked into the woods.

Now there are only three people here: Sherlock, Harry and Nicolas Flamel.

Nico Flamel apparently noticed them as he walked in beside them and asked with a smile on his face.

"Aren't you going to go in and try?"

Sherlock waved his hand.

"I am traveling with my students this time. I am very lucky to see you here in person. Let the right person get those magic stone fragments."

Nico Flamel looked at the faces of Sherlock and Harry, recalling the letter of recommendation they had given him before sitting down.

"You are wizards from England, recommended by Dumbledore."

Hearing his address to Dumbledore, Sherlock narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Yes, sir, I am the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry - Sherlock Forrest, and this is my student Harry Potter."

"Harry Potter!"

After hearing the name, Nico Flamel's face suddenly showed an expression of surprise, and he turned his eyes to Harry.

"I'm really surprised to see you here."

The strange thing is that after learning Harry's identity, he actually became interested in the wand that Harry had in his pocket.

"Is this your wand?"

Harry took out the wand in a daze and gave it to Nico Flamel to look at.

"Yes, I got this at Ollivander's Wand Shop."

Nico Flamel took Harry's wand from his hands and gently stroked the wand with both hands.

"Holly wood, about eleven inches. This wood often chooses owners who love danger and noble tasks. Harry Potter, you are just right for it."

He said softly, then waved Harry's wand.

"Orchids are blooming."

A beautiful orchid bloomed at the tip of the wand.

"Ah, the core of the wand is actually a phoenix tail feather. It is not easy to match with holly wood, but as long as they are matched together, it is an invincible wand."

Nico Flamel expressed great admiration for Harry's wand and then handed it back to Harry's hand.

Sherlock, who had been observing him silently, saw a trace of suppressed greed in his brown pupils, and the movement of returning the wand to Harry was very twisted, and he even seemed reluctant to leave.

"I have to excuse myself for a moment. You can rest here for a while. It won't be long before someone in the woods comes back with the magic stone fragments."

He nodded to Sherlock and Harry, then walked into his yard holding the box full of wizard's wands.

After his figure disappeared around the corner, Sherlock's eyes gradually turned cold and he stood up from the chair.

"Go back to the car and wait for Harry." He said in a calm voice, "Wait for me to come back in the car. Remember, after you see me, ask me where the entrance to the secret room is first. If I can't answer, use the magic spell. Attack directly!"