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

Chapter 105 The Proud Girl

Fleur soon found out what she had lost.

The wand she had been keeping in the pocket of her robe was gone!

The moment she learned of this situation, her face immediately became bloodless.

Because the wand she uses is specially made, and the core in the wand is the hair of her Veeva grandmother!

The wand was not only her spell-casting tool, but also an extremely important keepsake.

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

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

"I heard him. The destination he said was Carter Street."

Fu Rong didn't hesitate, she hurriedly pinched some Floo powder and sprinkled it into the fireplace, and after reading out the place name of "Carter Street", she rushed into the flames.

The green stream of flames swirled around her, and finally fell into a dusty old fireplace.

"Cough, cough, cough!"

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

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

Someone upstairs in the wooden house heard movement, and walked down the stairs "dongdongdong", a ferocious old witch glared at her.

"Who are you! Who sent you to my fireplace!"

"A goblin stole my wand, and someone heard that he teleported to this place with Floo powder." Fleur stared at the old witch, "Did you see him!"

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

The old witch's patience with her had reached its limit.

"Get out of my house! I've never seen a goblin or a pixie!"

She doesn't look like she's lying, and Fu Rong has already realized that she's looking in the wrong place.

Her face was extremely pale, she pursed her lips tightly, and took out a few Galleons from her pocket.

"Let me go home with some of your Floo powder, that's my reward."

The old witch looked at her with a sneer.

"Smug 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 closed by the Ministry of Magic in a month, and I haven't stored floo for a long time. powder."

"Then you can apparate me away until I get back to Paris."

"roll!"

The old witch flicked her magic wand, causing Fu Rong to fly out of the wooden house, and then fell on the road outside the house.

It was pitch black outside, and it was obviously a dilapidated street, not to mention pedestrians, there were no street lights on the road, only the scattered huts in the distance were lit with dim lights.

Fu Rong rubbed her shoulders just now when she was thrown, her eyes were red, and she stood up from the ground in aggrieved manner.

Now she is completely without the arrogance and elegance of before, her silver-white hair and face are covered with dust, and the originally clean and beautiful robe is also dirty at this time.

She looked around, without a wand or half a Muggle coin, not knowing how to get out of this place.

Looking back at the small wooden house with closed doors, Fu Rong pursed her pale lips, her self-esteem did not allow her to go back and beg the old witch for help.

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

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

Hotels in wizarding towns are not comparable to Muggle hotels in terms of facilities and services, so Sherlock and the others would never consider staying in wizarding towns.

After a night of rest and rest, on the second morning, Harry and Sherlock drove to fill up the gas tank in good spirits and continued their journey.

According to Sherlock's plan, they will go shopping in Switzerland next, and finally go to Paris.

From Toulouse Shylock, I turned to the Mediterranean road in the east of France and went to the next coastal city, Montpellier.

Even after eating delicious food for so many days, Harry's mouth still hasn't changed.

At noon, they randomly found a roadside restaurant and ate a simple meal of stewed potatoes. He still ate it clean at the end, and he didn't forget to lick the sauce from the corner of his mouth.

"Ms. Delacour from yesterday, she said that she is also going to see Nicolome?"

Harry still couldn't forget that charming girl.

Sherlock gave him a blank look.

"After all, Nicolas is an alumnus of Beauxbatons. His Sorcerer's Stone shards can be given to us Hogwarts people, but can't they be given to people from his own alma mater?"

Harry heard Sherlock's words, and remained silent.

He felt that after yesterday's blessing, it was a question of whether Fleur could find Nicolas intact.

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

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

An unknown rock song was playing on the car radio, and Sherlock was humming along with the song, while Harry was fiddling with the camera on the co-pilot, taking pictures of the roadside scenery.

"Don't run out of film, we don't know where to buy it now." Sherlock urged.

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

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

Harry was taken aback for a moment, and then he hurriedly poked his head out to look behind him. After confirming the figure, he retracted his head extremely quickly, and said to Sherlock in shock.

"Professor! Stop! Look who's behind us!"

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

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 beside her.

But after the last Muggle driving a car had malicious intentions in the name of helping her, Fleur completely put an end to the idea of ​​asking for help from passing cars.

She continued to walk forward without looking at it, no matter how embarrassed she was, she never lowered her head.

"Mademoiselle Delacour."

It wasn't until a familiar voice in the car called Fu Rong's surname that she froze in place, looking into the car in surprise.

Both Sherlock and Harry 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 she turned into such a miserable scene. look.

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

"Can you help me take me home?"

Sherlock signaled her to sit in the back of the car first, and Furong opened the door and got in.

As soon as she got into the car, Harry couldn't wait to ask.

"How did you come here?"

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

After hearing what happened to her, Harry couldn't help turning his head to look at Sherlock subconsciously, and Sherlock looked at him inexplicably.

"What are you looking at me for?"

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

"Okay, thank you for your compliment, but no matter how flattering you are, I won't exempt you from your defense homework after school starts."

Fu Rong quietly pinched the corner of her robe in the back row, trying to make her request not so humble.

"Can you help transport me to Paris with Apparition, my dad will give you a reward."

Sherlock saw Fleur's stubborn look through the rearview mirror, shrugged and said.

"I'm sorry, but I haven't been to Paris. Apparation can't go to places I haven't been to, so I can't help you with that."

Fu Rong's face suddenly became dark again.

She herself has just finished fifth grade and is starting sixth grade, and the Ministry of Magic requires that students who learn apparation must be at least 17 years old, usually in sixth grade, so Fleur can't apparate, even if Sherlock He generously lent her his wand, but she couldn't go back.

Harry saw that Fleur was depressed now, he glanced at Sherlock, and Sherlock also saw his thoughts, sighed helplessly, and said.

"If you really have no other choice, just follow us. Anyway, our final destination is Paris, and we can take you home along the way."

After hearing Sherlock's words, the expression on Furong's face became much better, and she said something softly.

"thank you all."

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

Sherlock took out the map again, and their plan to continue their trip to Sweden will definitely not continue. It is about [-] kilometers from Montpellier to Paris. If they keep driving all the way, It takes eight or nine hours to walk.

He didn't intend to rush over there in such a hurry, it was not his duty to help Furong, it was just a matter of passing.

After determining the route, they went on the road again, during which Sherlock also asked about the wizard who had entered the bar with Fleur before.

"I remember that you still have a companion? Why doesn't he help you catch the thief together?"

Fleur shook her head.

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

Sherlock picked up the meaning behind her words.

"Are there a lot of wizards who visited Nicolome recently?"

"Yes, Mr. Flamel has lived for so long 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."

When Harry heard it, he couldn't help complaining to Sherlock.

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

Fleur had heard Harry address Sherlock more than once, and this time she finally couldn't help asking.

"Why does this little boy call you Professor?"

Harry didn't rush to answer this time, he was hurt by being called a little boy.

Obviously he is already going to celebrate his 13th birthday, how can he still be called a little boy?
Sherlock couldn't help laughing at Harry's appearance.

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

After hearing their names, Fu Rong was taken aback.

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

Although the Delacour family does not insist on the pure blood of their descendants, it is still a wizard family with a long history in the French magic world.

Voldemort's influence in the wizarding world back then was definitely not limited to the British wizarding world, but his main energy was focused on how to deal with that piece of Great Britain.

So Fleur naturally knows what kind of character Harry Potter is.

"You are the Harry Potter who defeated You-Know-Who!"

Harry was very grateful for this, and finally washed away the shameful title of little boy before.

"I was so young that I didn't know anything, so it wasn't my credit for defeating the mysterious man."

But no matter how useful it was, Harry would not be complacent about defeating Voldemort. He knew that the reason why he survived had nothing to do with him at all, it 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 magic world praised his "great achievements", he still didn't get 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, how did you become a professor at Hogwarts?" Fleur turned her eyes to Sherlock, her tone full of doubts.

This time Sherlock himself hadn't spoken before Harry started bragging for him.

"Professor Forrest is a very powerful wizard. After he graduated 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 he 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 The basilisk in the Chamber of Secrets has lifted the crisis that Hogwarts was almost closed!"

(End of this chapter)