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

Chapter 106 Manor Delacour
Harry never felt that his title of savior was any merit. He always believed that people like Sherlock were truly admirable wizards.

So when boasting about Sherlock, he is more proud than boasting about himself.

Listening to Harry's words, Fleur stared at Sherlock's profile carefully for a long time, making sure that she seemed to have seen him somewhere.

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

"I remember, it seems that the "Daily Astronomer" (French local magic newspaper) reported your news, saying that you are the only Defense Against the Dark Arts who will be re-elected for two years at Hogwarts in the past 30 years. class professor."

Sherlock was speechless at this report.

But when you think about it, compared to the Chamber of Secrets and the Basilisk, which non-Hogwarts students don't understand, or the professorship of defense that has always been cursed, the fact that someone has survived the curse is the most eye-catching.

Knowing that both Sherlock and Harry are well-known people in the UK, Fleur's heart, which had been vigilant even when she got in the car, relaxed a little.

In her opinion, one is a young but highly respected professor of the magic school, and the other is a boy with the title of savior. It is unlikely that these two people will do anything wrong to her.

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

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

At this moment, Sherlock suddenly asked.

"Do you have Veela blood in you?"

Fu Rong has nothing to be ashamed of, she proudly admitted, raising her head.

"My grandmother was a Veela, and I'm a quarter Veela."

Sherlock nodded thoughtfully.

"That's no wonder."

Harry, a student who usually only knows how to play in school and doesn't know how to read any extra-curricular knowledge books, was at a loss.

"What is Veela?"

"You can think of them as human beings with special bloodlines." Sherlock explained to him, "In the division of various countries, Veela belongs to a branch of human beings, but they are born with unsurpassable beauty, and With the ability to be charming, the opposite sex can be attracted to them at the first sight, and be fascinated by them, it’s just that.”

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

But because Furong was beside her, it was difficult to talk about this topic, so she didn't say anything later.

Harry's eyes were now as big as bull's eyes.

"Then Miss Delacour actually has that kind of enchanting magic?"

Sherlock tapped him on the head, signaling him to pay attention to what he said, charm is not a very nice word.

"Then why don't you have any questions, professor?" Harry also knew that he must have fallen for the advice of this mixed-race Veela before, so he couldn't help asking Sherlock in doubt.

Sherlock also doesn't know why Furong's charm is useless to him. Maybe her ability is not as powerful as the real Veela, or Sherlock's own soul is strong enough to be immune to this charm. Anyway, he is not affected .

"Because you taught me a lot of knowledge and knowledge, which is incomparable to a brat like you."

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

Harry thought it was his fault, so he couldn't help but stammered an apology.

"No, I'm sorry, Mademoiselle Delacour, I didn't mean to."

Fleur shook her head.

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

Sherlock didn't understand what she meant. Although the wand was very important to the wizard, he didn't cherish it very much.

There are many wand shops, and you can buy one for less than 10 Galleons. For a wizarding family with a deep heritage like Delacour, as long as they are willing to spend money, it is not a problem to give her a different wand every day, 360 days a year. question.

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

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

Sherlock shook his head sighingly.

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

It wasn't very big before, but after you finished speaking, the possibility of getting it back is too great!
After listening to Sherlock's words, Harry complained silently in his mind.

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

Sherlock changed the radio station in the car, listened to French folk songs and continued to drive with peace of mind. Harry was still fiddling with the camera beside him. He seemed to have discovered the joy of photography, but he didn't dare to shoot randomly because he didn't have much film.

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

He looked in the rearview mirror, just in time to see Fu Rong's shy and flustered 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. It didn't take long before he came across a road restaurant. stop.

Seeing the car parked in front of the restaurant, Harry looked puzzled.

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

Sherlock glared at him.

"Why do you care so much? Are you 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 row and couldn't get off.

"Let's go, my treat."

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

"Thank you."

"You're welcome."

Sherlock didn't mean anything else, just seeing this girl as pitiful, and it would take at least two days for them to arrive in Paris, so she shouldn't be starving in these two days anyway.

When he arrived at the restaurant, Sherlock ordered only two desserts for himself and Harry, and then watched Fleur drinking miscellaneous fish soup there.

It could be seen that she liked the taste of this fish soup very much, but Sherlock and Harry didn't catch a cold very much.

After she was full, Sherlock lent her her wand, and asked her to use a cleansing spell to clean up some of the dirty things on her body before continuing on the road.

They arrived in Clermont-Ferrand, a city in central France, in the evening, where they found a hotel to rest for the night, and resumed their journey after breakfast the next day.

Until noon, they finally came to the outskirts of Paris.

Seeing that she was about to get home, Furong's mood obviously improved a lot. She didn't continue to put on airs on the way after lunch, chatting and laughing with Sherlock and the others, and even invited them to come to her house to play a few days.

Naturally, Sherlock and Harry didn't refuse. Paris was both their destination and the destination of their trip. It was better to have a local guide than the two of them wandering around by themselves.

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

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

Compared with the Burrow, the Delacour Manor is much larger.

Apparently, the Muggle Repelling Curse has also been applied here, and normal people passing by here would not pay attention to the prominent medieval manor on the side of the road.

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

They ran right into a house-elf head-on.

"Miss! Why did you just come back!" the house elf looked at Furong anxiously in front of the garden and said, "Madam has been talking about it for several days. If you haven't come back tonight, she will go out with the master to find you." .”

"Something happened on the way, Chakley."

Fleur happily introduced Sherlock Harry and Chakley to each other.

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

Someone in the room heard the movement and opened the door and came out. It was a little girl with silver-white hair and carved jade.

"elder sister!"

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

Fu Rong hugged her and turned around twice.

"I'm back, Gabriel."

Then a beautiful woman with an elegant temperament and a charming appearance similar to Fu Rong also came out. When she saw Fu Rong's eye circles instantly turned red, tears almost fell down.

"Didn't you go back to school to get a letter of introduction from Madam Maxim? Why didn't you come back until now?"

"Some accident happened, Mom." Fleur put down Gabriel in her arms, did not dare to tell about the loss of her wand immediately, but pulled Sherlock and Harry to introduce them.

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

Sherlock reached out and shook Madame Delacour's hand.

"My name is Sherlock Forrest, and this is my student Harry Potter. Nice to meet your wife."

Madame Delacour thanked her gratefully.

"Thank you for your help. My daughter has a bad personality. You should take care of me on the road."

Even little Gabriel, who was standing aside, bowed crisply and said.

"Thank you for helping my sister."

The Delacour family are very well-educated, except for Fu Rong who is a bit arrogant, but the overall feeling is not annoying.

After the family invited Sherlock and Harry into the living room, Mrs. Delacour asked Fleur and Gabriel to chat with them, and went to prepare lunch by herself.

(End of this chapter)