It's just a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor.

Chapter 102 On board the Mont Saint-Michel
Harry's excitement disappeared within 3 minutes of setting off.

With a pale face, he tightly grasped the handle above the door and asked nervously.

"Professor, have you really learned to drive?"

Sherlock heard that his skills had been questioned, and directly took out the original owner's driver's license in the UK.

"Just kidding, I have been driving for three years, okay?"

"Don't, don't, don't look at me, professor! Look at the road! There's a tree ahead!"

Harry screamed, Sherlock tapped the brakes lightly, turned the steering wheel sharply, and the car stopped on the spot.

The difference between a left-hand drive car and a right-hand drive car is far from as simple as Sherlock imagined, and there are still some differences between cars in the 90s and 30 years later.

It was not so easy for him to get started.

Harry's face was still in shock, while Sherlock started the fire again and comforted him.

"Don't worry, it's just a little accident, we'll be sure"

Harry jumped up from his seat like a frightened rabbit, almost hitting his head on the roof of the car.

"I trust you, Professor! Stop talking! I trust you!"

His voice was almost pleading, and now Harry didn't want more.

At the Dursleys' house, he was just doing housework at most, he didn't eat much, and he was scolded a few times, but if Sherlock accidentally said something wrong, it would be a good thing to lose an arm or a leg in the end .

Seeing Harry's radical reaction, Sherlock shrugged helplessly, and began to seriously familiarize himself with the feeling of the right-hand drive car.

They came to the nearest shopping mall nearby, took Harry down to buy a lot of snacks, and by the way, with Harry's expression of embarrassment, they chose some clothes that fit him.

These are of course Sherlock to pay for.

The original owner was not considered a rich man in either the wizarding world or the Muggle world, but he still had a small amount of savings.

Normally, Muggle money is rarely spent, so Sherlock doesn't feel bad when using it.

They prepared the supplies in the car, and Harry took this opportunity to write a letter to Ron and Hermione each, and asked Hedwig to send them, so that they could understand their current situation.

Sherlock has already planned the route and headed to London first.

"How do we get to France? Professor." Harry asked in his new clothes, eating some chips.

Sherlock replied, staring at the road.

"The undersea tunnel jointly built by the Muggle world, France and the United Kingdom, will not be open until this time next year, so we will first go to the Port of London, where we will drive and take a ferry, and then arrive at the city of Caen in northern France."

In fact, if they used a little wizard's means, it would be far less troublesome.

But Sherlock came out this time to relax, it doesn't matter what method he uses to get to the destination, as long as he is happy, he can do anything.

They had no intention of staying longer in England and went directly to London.

Devon is right next to London, and it only took about an hour's drive for them to arrive at the Port of London. Sherlock got off the car and bought a ticket for the ferry, and boarded a French ship called Mont Saint-Michel. .

The ship sailed from the Thames River into the North Sea, and then crossed the Strait of Dover to the French port city of Caen.

Harry and Sherlock were lying on their stomachs beside the ship, squinting their eyes and enjoying the sea breeze blowing their hair.

This is not the first time Harry has seen the sea. Before the first grade started, Vernon took his whole family to live in a reef hut by the sea for a day in order to avoid Hagrid sending him an admission letter.

But of course the mood back then was completely different from what it is now.

Looking at the scenery where the ocean and the sky merged into a line, Harry felt extremely happy.

"Look at Harry the seagull. Its wings seem to be injured, and it is not so smooth to fly. But its tenacity is touching. I think it should be able to find a place to land safely."

Three seconds after Sherlock's voice fell, the seagull with injured wings suddenly wailed miserably. It exhausted all its strength, and finally fell pitifully into the rough sea water.

Harry's eyes froze slightly, and he turned his face to sneak a glance at Sherlock, who was unaware of this, and was still holding up a telescope to look at the scenery with great interest.

Well, if Professor Forrester's mouth hadn't been so terrible, maybe... no, he would have been happier.

Sherlock was blowing the sea breeze and Harry was looking forward to what kind of food they would eat when they arrived in France, and when they went to play on the beach for a day, a surprise voice suddenly sounded beside them.

"Sherlock!"

Hearing someone calling his name, Sherlock was taken aback for a moment, then he turned his head to look in the direction of the voice in doubt.

It was a young man in his 20s, with sunglasses on his face, a shirt on his upper body, a pair of beach shorts on his lower body, and a tie around his neck. He was obviously a wizard pretending to be a Muggle.

And Sherlock also keenly noticed a small wooden stick in the pocket of his beach pants.

wand.

"It's really you! Sherlock! I didn't expect to meet you here! What a coincidence."

The wizard walked up to Sherlock with a look of surprise, and held his hand enthusiastically.

Sherlock looked at him with a dazed expression, making sure that this person's appearance and shape had never appeared in the original owner's diary, and then asked hesitantly.

"You are.?"

The smile on the wizard's face didn't diminish in the slightest.

"You don't remember me anymore? But it's true, we only worked together for two days in the ministry, and you helped me a lot at that time."

"Let me introduce myself again, my name is Oliver Green, a staff member of the Department of Magical Matters and Disasters of the Ministry of Magic, and the Amnestic Write-off Command."

"When you were working in the Auror Command, I was seconded to help out for two days. My boss, that old fellow Chellis, still gave me a lot of work when I was seconded. Fortunately, you help."

After listening to the narration of the wizard named Oliver, Sherlock, who had written down all the diaries of the original owner, still did not recall any records from it. From this point of view, this incident was just a trivial matter to the original owner .

He said with an apologetic face.

"Sorry, I don't have much memory anymore."

It can be seen that Oliver is indeed very enthusiastic, he waved his hand generously and said.

"It doesn't matter, you helped me at the beginning, and then you resigned. I have never found a chance to thank you. I read the Daily Prophet a few months ago, and I heard that you are now a member of Hogwarts. Defense Against the Dark Arts professor? Killed the Basilisk in the Chamber of Secrets last semester? Sure enough, no matter where you go, you are still amazing!"

Because of the report of the Daily Prophet, Sherlock is now a fairly well-known figure in the magic world.

"It's just to protect the students."

"You have changed a lot than before, and you are much more cheerful now, which is a good thing."

Oliver became more and more interested. He glanced at Sherlock, then at Harry beside him, and asked.

"This is your relative? Where are you going?"

Sherlock introduced him to Harry, which shocked him again, but he was polite enough not to ask rudely like the others to see the lightning scar on Harry's forehead.

"I came out this time because of a mission given by the ministry. The ghosts of the Headless Knights held a rally in Kent not long ago, and a Muggle watched the whole process secretly."

"After that, the Muggle told everyone that he saw the headless ghost holding a hockey game with his own head, and his family regarded him as a mental patient and sent him to a Muggle mental hospital."

"But then he sneaked out again by himself. After I received the mission from the ministry, I have been following him on this boat. Before I met you, I just cleared his memory about ghosts."

Oliver's work is very interesting, and Sherlock and Harry listened to him talk about his mission experience with relish.

"That fellow Arthur is very happy recently. He has won the "Daily Prophet"'s annual Galleon Prize. Now he is planning to ask the ministry for a few days off. The whole family will travel to Egypt to find his eldest son."

Harry heard about Ron's recent situation from him, and from his tone, it seemed that he had a very good relationship with Mr. Weasley, and he called him very affectionate.

"You guys come out in a Muggle car?" Oliver asked.

Sherlock nodded: "Rent it from a Muggle car rental company."

"Then can I have a look at your car? I am very interested in all kinds of Muggle machinery." Oliver asked a little embarrassed.

They had been chatting for so long on the boat, of course Sherlock would not refuse his small request.

Sherlock and Harry took Oliver to their rented Ford car, and he immediately got in excitedly.

"It's really an exquisite machine! Sometimes you have to admit the ingenuity of Muggles. They can create things even more magical than magic without magic. Unlike alchemy in the wizarding world, it has become more and more powerful over the years. Backsliding."

What he said made both Harry and Sherlock have a good impression of him.

"But their imagination is still a bit low. Why can't they make a car that can fly in the sky?" Oliver said, turning his head to look at Sherlock, "You want to drive this car to travel in France?"

Sherlock shrugged: "If there is no accident, we don't plan to change."

Harry only heard the first half of his sentence, and his face turned pale in an instant, and he interrupted quickly.

"Yes! If there is no accident, we will always drive this car!"

Sherlock tapped his head disapprovingly.

"Courtesy! Harry, it's very rude to interrupt someone casually."

The injured Harry could only bear the pain alone.

If he hadn't reacted just now, it might not be long before they would have to change vehicles.

There was a restless light in Oliver's eyes.

"For wizarding travel, Muggle transportation is useful, but it's not very interesting. Let me help you transform it, Sherlock, it only takes a few simple steps, and it can become a work of art !"

Sherlock said hesitantly.

"I think, still."

"Don't worry! Even Arthur's refitting skills were taught by me. He secretly refitted a flying car at home, but was driven into Hogwarts by his son last year. It was a big mess. After the Ministry of Magic found out , fined him three months' wages. Believe me, my skills are much stronger than his!"

As he said that, he already got his hands on his hands, took out his wand and fiddled with the poor car, causing the body to creak and groan.

Sherlock and Harry looked at each other helplessly, and Harry thought it might be the result of his failure to interrupt Sherlock's spell just now.

No matter what Oliver's technology is, the car after his modification can no longer be regarded as the previous car.

When it was noon, Sherlock took Harry to the restaurant on the ship for dinner, and they also invited Oliver.

But he wanted to show them off in the car wholeheartedly, and he was not in the mood to eat at all.

So, Sherlock and Harry enjoyed a French meal on the boat. I don't know if it is an authentic French meal, but the taste is quite good.

By the time they got back to the car, Oliver's modification plan was nearing completion.

"It'll be ready soon, right away." He said, and then he took out a button from his pocket, installed it in the middle of the steering wheel, and finally tapped it lightly with his magic wand, "Aha! You're done!"

He was excited to try his masterpiece immediately, but was stopped by Sherlock.

Regardless of whether the car can transform into Megatron or Optimus Prime after transformation, it cannot be experimented on the ship.

Otherwise, not only Oliver, but they will all be in big trouble.

Oliver, who had no way to get started himself, looked at the Ford sedan with one more button than before with some reluctance, and began to teach Sherlock how to use it.

"Press that button, and the car's functions will be completely switched, and it can fly directly. The accelerator is used to control the speed just like the brakes. I changed the operation of ascending and descending to the gear lever. Its power It’s still gasoline, but I have a big appetite, and if I fill up the fuel tank, I can only fly in the sky for about 3 to 5 hours.”

At the same time he said quietly.

"The French Ministry of Magic doesn't have that strict supervision on this kind of magically modified equipment. Don't worry if you open it boldly. Even if you are caught, you will only be fined a few Galleons."

After that, he chatted with Sherlock and the others for a while, then found a hidden corner, and left the ship through Apparition.

Leaving Sherlock and Harry standing in front of the car, Harry blinked and asked excitedly.

"So, our car can fly?"

Sherlock didn't respond immediately, he looked at the car for a while, and asked Harry to keep watch around and pay attention to the passing Muggles.

Then he drew out his wand, and carefully inspected the car after Oliver had modified it.

After a comprehensive spell test and magic evaluation, Sherlock confirmed that the car was indeed as Oliver said, except for the increased flight function, there were no other passive actions.

Harry scratched his head.

"I think that person is very enthusiastic and nice. He shouldn't be a bad person, right?"

Sherlock taught him seriously.

"It's hard to tell whether a person is good or bad just from the surface, just like Riddle who framed Hagrid last semester. Didn't you believe all of his words at the beginning and think he was a good person? No matter what When dealing with strangers, remember to be careful, otherwise you will be cheated by others, and you will have to count the money for them.”

Harry said honestly, "I remember the professor." He then asked, "Then what's wrong with this car?"

Sherlock shook his head.

"There is no problem. Oliver's skills are really good. He should have done his best to modify this car to perfection in order to thank me for my help in the Ministry of Magic."

Harry's eyes widened suddenly, and he couldn't help showing a joyful expression on his face.

"Then our next trip will definitely be more interesting!"

Sherlock shrugged and smiled.

"maybe."

(End of this chapter)