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

Chapter 103 Beauxbatons School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
Sherlock and the others sailed smoothly on the ferry, and in the evening of the same day, they arrived in the French port city of Caen.

This is located in the Normandy region of France, yes, it is the place where the Allied forces landed during World War II.

Sherlock found a decent looking hotel in the urban area of ​​Caen, parked the car, and took Harry to find a restaurant to have a French meal in an elegant environment.

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

During the meal, there are always many beautiful Muggle sisters approaching Sherlock and asking him for his phone number.

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

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

"They're really lonely. Are they really so short of people to go swimming with them, watch movies, visit bedrooms?"

Sherlock rolled his eyes at him.

"You little brat, what do you know?"

With Sherlock's outstanding appearance, coupled with the quiet and mysterious temperament that naturally appears on his body after learning magic, he is a walking hormone harvester no matter where he is.

They only stayed in Caen for one day, and drove away from the city after visiting the famous local attraction, the Ladies Abbey, on the second day.

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

Next, they did not go to Paris, which is located west of Caen, but drove all the way south, stopping to taste the local food and enjoy the scenery every time they passed a city.

In Leon they watched a car race ("There is no such excitement as a Quidditch game." Looking at the cheering crowd, Harry said disdainfully), came to Saumur to taste special wine (in At Harry's constant pleas, Sherlock lets him taste it, and he spits it out).

I 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), and visited Saint-Serge in Toulouse, the last stop of my trip in southern France. Ernan Church (Sherlock raised the thought-provoking question of why many wizards believe in religion in the church, but Harry said that if you think so much, it would be better to have another bowl of onion soup with excellent taste).

Finally, they filled up the car and left the urban area of ​​Toulouse, heading for the suburbs near the Pyrenees.

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

But Sherlock parked the car on the small road beside 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 the departure from Caen.

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

Harry blinked his eyes and looked at the towering mountains in the distance, and asked suspiciously.

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

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

Harry was very unconvinced, he said blindly.

"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, spread common sense to Harry.

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

Harry thought for a moment, then shook his head honestly.

"do not know."

"There are three magic schools in Europe, namely Hogwarts in England, Beauxbatons in France, and Durmstrang in Northern Europe. The place we are going to now is the magic school in France— — Beauxbatons, but they are on summer vacation just like Hogwarts, I wonder if they can let us go in and take a look in the name of Professor Dumbledore."

Sherlock had obviously done his homework before coming here.

"Nick LeMay and his wife, who we will visit at the end of this trip, are famous alumni of Beauxbatons. Later, when the school was expanded, Nick Lemay and the others also helped to pay for it. Beauxbatons also specially paid for them. A huge fountain was built in the school to commemorate it, and they also have a stunning and magnificent manor house in their school."

Harry was aroused by his words. He visited so many Muggle cities along the way, and he even almost forgot that he was a wizard.

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

In the same way as Hogwarts hides, in the eyes of non-magic and non-magical Muggles, Beauxbaton's school site is just a large grassy wasteland, and only wizards can see its true appearance.

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

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

The door to the Great Hall faced the entrance to the school, and above the door to that building, Sherlock and Harry also saw a golden crossed wand with three stars emerging from the tip of each. The pattern forms the school emblem.

"Although the history of Beauxbatons is not as long as that of Hogwarts, it has also been established for more than 700 years. And it not only recruits students from France, but also wizards from Spain, Portugal, Luxembourg, Belgium and the Netherlands. study."

Sherlock gave Harry the relevant knowledge, and the two walked to the gate together. The iron gate was closed. From the outside, there was no one in 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 the doorbell.

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

"What are you doing here at Beauxbatons?"

Sherlock and the others looked in the direction of the sound. 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 looked at them vigilantly.

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

"Hello Ma'am, I am Sherlock Forrest, the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Witchcraft and Wizardry, and this is my student Harry Potter. This time we are traveling in France, and we want to visit the cloth Sparton School of Magic? I wonder if it will be convenient for us to go in?"

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

Perhaps it was the name of Harry's savior, which was well known only among British wizards, and the French witch did not show any shock at his name.

Sherlock was also prepared for this.

Under normal circumstances, wizards don't have such things as ID cards.

But under normal circumstances, after an adult wizard passed the apparition test, he would have a license issued by the Ministry of Magic to use apparition.

This certificate will have the wizard's photo and name printed on it, 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 it could also prove his identity as a professor.

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

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

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

"From what I've seen so far, she's much better than that old guy Filch."

Sherlock patted him on the head, telling him not to speak ill of others behind their backs.

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

Sherlock shrugged.

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

Garrel shook his head: "Beauxbatons doesn't have any forbidden areas, but you have to be careful in the magical animal breeding area on the west side of the garden. There are some irascible magical animals there. It's best not to provoke them easily."

Saying goodbye to Garrel in front of Beauxbaton's banquet hall, Sherlock took Harry on a day trip to Beauxbaton.

"I suggest you stand in the middle of the fountain, so as to bring out its height."

Sherlock held up the camera and motioned Harry to stand in the middle, and then took a photo of him with the huge fountain named after Nicolas.

Then they went to the garden behind the banquet hall. It is said that every Christmas, the fairy of the forest will sing serenade while the students are dining, and there will be beautiful ice sculptures around them.

While visiting Beauxbaton's manor, they met a witch who was as tall as Hagrid and looked like a little giant.

Sherlock recognized her as the current headmaster of Beauxbatons - Mrs. Maxim.

"Professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts from Hogwarts?" Mrs. Maxime gave Sherlock a glance, then set her eyes on Harry, "I've heard of your name, Harry Potter, have you heard of it?" Thinking that Dumbledore would let you travel with confidence."

(End of this chapter)