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

Chapter 108 Nick Flamel's Visitors
Wherever wizards gather, there is no bar.

Having lived in the wizarding world for a year, Sherlock has always felt that this extraordinary world, in fact, lags behind Muggles for a whole century in terms of social structure and customs.

Just like in the magic world, the revealing potion that can make the characters in the photos come alive has been invented for so long, but no wizard has thought of applying it to other aspects.

Like making a short movie or something.

So under normal circumstances, entertainment activities for wizards are very scarce.

When I was young, I could still play Quidditch, but when I was older, I could only sit in the bar, drink two glasses of wine and brag with others in my free time.

This has also resulted in that as long as it is a magic street, there must be a bar.

Because opening a bar in the wizarding world really makes a lot of money.

Fleur led Sherlock and Harry to push the door and walked into a bar called "Astrology". It is said that the owner of this bar was opened by the mute man who retired from the French Ministry of Magic out of boredom. Some of the food in it tasted very good.

"Are you going back to England after visiting Mr. Flamel? Are you planning to stay for another two days?" Fu Rong swirled the orange juice in the glass with a straw and asked casually.

With Sherlock around, of course these two minors would not be allowed to drink, even he himself did not drink to set an example, but asked for a glass of lemonade.

"We are going to continue to visit Sweden." Sherlock made a temporary plan, "After all, it's hard to come out. Originally, Harry and I planned to go to Sweden first and then to Paris. If we find you on the way, we will come directly here." gone."

Of course, Harry didn't have any objection to Sherlock's arrangement, he just wanted to go anywhere and return to the Dursleys' house as late as possible.

Fu Rong struggled as if she wanted to make a request, but when she hesitated for a long time and was making up her mind to say it, a voice beside her suddenly called her name.

"Sister Delacour!"

They turned their heads and saw that it was a girl with freckles who spoke to Fu Rong.

"I didn't expect to meet you here." She said happily.

Fu Rong looked at her face but was confused.

"you are?"

"I'm Beauxbaton's fifth grade student—Marlene Creel, you may not know my senior, but I have always admired you!" She said with bright eyes.

There are not many students in Beauxbaton, but there are also many. Of course, it is impossible for Fleur to recognize everyone, but there are almost no people who don't know her in school.

The unique appearance of the Veela lineage has always made her the center of the students.

"Hello, Creel, is your family also in Paris?"

Although Fu Rong didn't want to chat with others while having afternoon tea with Sherlock and the others, she was a junior at her school after all, and they all came over to say hello, so it wasn't good to just ignore her, so she just asked a random question to explain away.

The girl named Creel shook her head.
"No, an elder in my family gave me a letter of introduction, telling me to come to Paris to find Mr. Nick Flamel. But I went to Mr. Flamel's house and found that he was not there. He left a message saying that he would not come back until tomorrow. I I came to Changxiang Street to find a place to live first, but I didn't expect to meet Delacour-senpai here, so lucky!"

Hearing her words, Sherlock and Harry glanced at each other quietly, and Fleur said in surprise.

"You also came to see M. Flamel?"

"Senior sister, are you going to visit Mr. Flamel too?" Creel looked surprised. She raised her wrist, clenched her left hand into a fist, and slid down her sleeve to reveal a section of her arm. "Then we can go together tomorrow." Going to visit? Meet in front of Mr. Flamel's house."

Sherlock looked at her arm, frowning involuntarily.

Of course, Fu Rong had no objection to her small request.

"We will be at Mr. Flamel's house at nine o'clock tomorrow morning. You can visit with us."

"Thank you senior, then I won't bother you to have afternoon tea with your friends. Goodbye."

Creel seemed to have also noticed Sherlock's strange gaze, she pulled her sleeve back to its original position, then said goodbye and left.

Sherlock looked at her leaving back with a thoughtful look on his face.

Harry looked at him suspiciously.

"What's the matter, Professor?"

Sherlock came back to his senses, shook his head and said nothing.

He seemed to have seen the same tattoo on the girl's arm as the necklace and logo on the chest of the wizard named Jonathan.

It may be a coincidence, or it may be that he read it wrong, but Sherlock silently remembered the mark in his mind, and planned to go to the bookstore on Long Lane Street to find information and recall which book he was in. I've seen that sign.

"By the way, what were you going to say just now?" Sherlock turned to look at Fleur, signaling that she could continue what she had just said.

"No, nothing."

However, Furong was like a deflated ball at this time, not as determined as before to say what she wanted to say.

They sat in the bar for a while, and then Sherlock went to the Lihen Bookstore on Long Lane Street to look for books. Harry and Fleur were eating and waiting for him in the bar.

However, until it got dark, Sherlock didn't find out which book he was in and saw that sign.

In the end, he could only leave Long Lane Street with this question in his arms, and drove Harry and Fleur back to Delacour Manor.

Naturally, Sherlock and the others will stay at Furong's house tonight.

Mrs. Delacour had prepared a sumptuous dinner, and Fleur's father had dinner with them after get off work from the Ministry of Magic.

Mr. Delacour is a witty talker. He chatted with Sherlock a lot of interesting things about the French Ministry of Magic, and also learned about the teaching life at Hogwarts from him.

After a meal, the guests and the host enjoyed themselves, the house elf Chakley had already cleaned up two guest rooms, and Harry and Sherlock went to bed early.

Tomorrow they will not only visit Nick Flamel again, but also take a tour of Paris.

At dawn the next day, Sherlock woke up on time.

The biological clock he had picked up at Hogwarts kept up even during the holidays.

After waking up, washed up, left the manor, ran around on the path outside and then came back.

Mrs. Delacour is working on breakfast in the kitchen. Although there are house elves in their family, it may be out of hobbies. The meals eaten by the family are usually made by Fleur's mother herself.

The little girl Gabriel was coming out of her bedroom with sleepy eyes, and when she saw Sherlock, she greeted Sherlock in a tone that was obviously not awake yet.

"Good morning, Brother Sherlock."

"Good morning."

Sherlock patted her head.

"Why do you have to get up so early?"

"Mom said, take me to look for goblins in the garden today." Gabriel said with a cheerful voice, "After you catch those goblins, you have to throw them far away! Will come and make trouble in the garden."

"Then you have to work hard."

While Sherlock was chatting with Gabriel, Fleur, who was stretching herself, also came out of the bedroom.

She seemed to be a little sleepy, forgetting that there were more than the three sisters and mother in the house. The pajamas followed her arms up, and the slender waist revealed a dizzying whiteness.

Sherlock turned his head nonchalantly, went to Harry's bedroom to wake him up.

Afterwards, Fu Rong also noticed her indecent behavior just now, instead of showing that awkward little girl attitude, she raised her head arrogantly.

It's just that the cheeks occupied by a faint blush clearly show that her heart is far less generous than she is now.

Harry was lifted from the bed by Sherlock.

Ever since he was brought out from the Dursleys' house by Sherlock, his appetite has become bigger and bigger, and he likes to sleep in more and more.

"Don't sleep anymore, we still have a lot to do today."

Harry agreed listlessly. With hair like a chicken coop, he reached for his glasses from beside the bed, and then went to the bathroom to wash up.

Breakfast is toast and sausages.

Madame Delacour's craftsmanship is very good, and the taste of the toast is not at all inferior to the meal that Sherlock and the others ate at Beauxbaton.

After breakfast they took a formal farewell to Madame Delacour.

After visiting Nicolome with Fleur, they spent a day in Paris and then left here, not planning to return to Manor Delacour during the period.

When they went out, Gabriel was held by her mother and waved them goodbye. Mrs. Delacour invited them to come to their house again when they came to France next time.

Sherlock took Harry and Fleur to Nicolas' residence again.

On the way, Furong asked them hesitantly.

"Really don't plan to stay at my house for another night tonight?"

Sherlock drove the car and said casually.

"No, I made an agreement with his aunt when I brought Harry out. I only take him out for two or three weeks. If he stays in Paris, he won't have much time to go to Sweden."

Harry said bitterly.

"Actually, professor, you don't have to send me home so punctually."

"I hate people who don't keep their promises, so I won't be a person who doesn't keep their promises. You'd better be an honest kid for me, and don't think about what happens right away First hide it from the adults."

Sherlock taught Harry a lesson, and Harry listened obediently.

Although this trip has undoubtedly greatly improved the relationship between Harry and Sherlock, he still remembers that this is his most respected professor, and after not being familiar with it, he began to act recklessly.

Fu Rong listened to the conversation between the two of them with a straight face. For some reason, she seemed in a bad mood.

But Sherlock and Harry didn't pay much attention to it. Girls, there are a few days every month. If she is happy every day, then this girl is strange.

Before arriving at Nick Flamel's house, Sherlock and the others saw a few people dressed as wizards wandering around.

Harry said incredulously.

"Why don't they go in? Has M. Flamel not returned yet?"

Sherlock parked the car on the side of the road, took Harry and Fleur to the door of Nicolas May's house.

These people hovering in front of the door are obviously wizards.

They were wearing robes, and some of them even wore pointed hats undisguisedly. If it weren't for the Muggle-repelling spell near the residence, they would probably have attracted a lot of onlookers.

Fleur looked among the wizards, but she didn't find Creel, the school girl she met in the bar yesterday.

Sherlock found a wizard and asked about the situation.

"Mr. Flamel has returned. Just now a house elf came out and told us to wait outside. Mr. Flamel will come out to receive us when he is ready."

"Come out to receive?" Sherlock asked suspiciously.

"Yes, because the people we came to visit happened to get together, and Mr. Flamel's house doesn't have such a big place, so he can only come out to entertain us."

After Sherlock thanked the wizard, he returned to Harry and Fleur.

"They say Mr. Flamel is back, but they won't be able to receive him until he comes out."

Harry looked at the wizards waiting in front of the door, and at a rough glance, there were about a dozen of them.

"Even if there are many people visiting Mr. Flamel, why do they all come here on the same day?"

Fu Rong thought for a while and said, "Maybe some people came here early and didn't see Mr. Flamel, but they saw the message he left on the door plate, so they waited until today, and they all got together."

They stood in front of the door and waited for a while, but Fleur still didn't see Creel's figure.

Sherlock shrugged.

"Maybe she has something to do temporarily, so it's delayed."

As soon as Sherlock finished speaking, a gray-haired old man came out and opened the gate of LeMay's courtyard.

The wizards waiting in front of the door surrounded him.

"Monsieur Flamel!"

They respectfully called out.

This is the first time for Sherlock to see this wizard who is, in a sense, more famous than Dumbledore.

Nico Flamel was a wizard born in France in the fourteenth century.

Relying on the alchemy technology of the gods, the magical product of the Philosopher's Stone, which can turn stones into gold, and the elixir of life, has been produced.

And relying on this, I have lived with my wife from the fourteenth century to the present.

No matter in the wizarding world or the Muggle side, there are legends about him.

As the first and only person in history to create the Sorcerer's Stone, Nick Flamel is an icon-level figure among wizards in any country. Few wizards grew up listening to his legends.

So after learning that he destroyed the Sorcerer's Stone and planned to send out the fragments, the wizards who used to be familiar with him asked their juniors to come over, hoping to get a piece.

And these young wizards also showed great respect after seeing Flamel himself.

The three of Sherlock and the others did not immediately surround them like the others. Fleur frowned and looked at the visitors.

"Jonathan didn't come either."

"The wizard you suspect is connected with the goblin who stole your wand?"

"Yes, when we met for the first time, he just wanted to come to visit Mr. Flamel as an excuse, and hoped to go with me. But I don't know why, he didn't come today either."

(End of this chapter)