The latest website: Fleur soon found out what she was missing.

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

The moment she learned of this situation, her face suddenly turned bloodless.

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

That wand was not only her spellcasting tool, but 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, wrapped in green flames and disappeared.

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

"I heard, he said it was Carter Street."

Furong didn't hesitate. She hurriedly squeezed some Floo powder and sprinkled it into the fireplace. After reading the place name "Carter Street", she rushed into the flames.

The green flames swirled around her for a while, and finally landed in a battered, dusty fireplace.

"Cough, cough, cough!"

Furong coughed, ignoring the dust on her face and ran out of the fireplace.

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

Someone upstairs in the wooden house heard the movement and walked down the stairs with a "dong dong dong", and a vicious 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." Furong's eyes were fixed on the old witch, "Did you see him!"

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

The old witch's patience with her was on the verge of a limit.

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

She didn't look like she was lying, and Furong had already realized that she was in the wrong place at this time.

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

"Let me go home with some of your floo powder. That's the reward."

The old witch looked at her with a sneer.

"Little arrogant girl, no matter how much you pay me, there is no Floo powder for you! The Floo network in my fireplace will be shut down in a month's time, and I will not store Floo for a long time. Powdered."

"Then you'll Apparate me away until I get back to Paris..."

"roll!"

The old witch swung her wand and directly made Furong fly out of the wooden house, and then fell on the road outside the house.

It was pitch-dark outside, and it was obviously a run-down street. Not to mention pedestrians, there were no street lights on the road, only the dimly lit huts in the distance.

Furong rubbed herself on the shoulder she had just been thrown on, her eyes were red, and she stood up from the ground aggrieved.

Now she has no arrogance and grace before, her silver-white hair and the dust on her face, and her clean and beautiful robe is now dirty.

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

Looking back at the closed cabin, Furong pursed her pale lips, her self-esteem would not allow her to go back and beg the old witch for her help.

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

......

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

The hotels in the wizarding town couldn't compare with the Muggle hotels in terms of facilities and services, so Sherlock and the others would not consider staying in the wizarding town at all.

After a night's rest and over, the next morning, Harry and Sherlock drove refreshed to fill up the gas tank and continued their journey.

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

From Toulouse Sherlock turned to the Mediterranean road in the east of France, heading to the next coastal city of Montpellier.

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

At noon, they randomly found a roadside restaurant and ate a simple potato stew. He still ate it clean at the end, and didn't forget to lick the sauce off the corner of his mouth.

"The Miss Delacour from yesterday, she said she was going to find Nicole May too?"

Harry was still obsessed with that charming girl.

Sherlock rolled his eyes at him.

"Nick Lemay is an alumnus of Beauxbatons after all. His Philosopher's Stone fragments can be given to those of us at Hogwarts, but not to those of his alma mater?"

Harry heard Sherlock's words and was silent.

He felt that after yesterday's blessing, whether Furong could find Nick Lemay intact was a problem.

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

This city on the Mediterranean coast does not have many famous attractions. Sherlock and the others just took a few commemorative photos in the two places of Comedy Square and Peruman Square, and then continued to drive north.

An unknown rock tune played on the car radio, Sherlock hummed to the song, and Harry played with the camera in the passenger seat, taking pictures of the roadside scenery.

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

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

They were driving through an endless field of wheat at this time, and a distressed, white figure suddenly flashed across Harry's camera.

Harry was stunned for a moment, then he hurriedly stuck his head out and looked behind him. After confirming the figure, he retracted his head at a very fast speed and said to Sherlock in shock.

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

Sherlock stepped on the brakes, and through Harry's rear-view mirror, he saw the dirty figure walking along the road step by step.

He put on reverse gear and slowly drove the car to the girl's side.

After walking all night, Furong, who was cold and hungry, noticed the car parked beside her.

But after the last Muggle who was driving in the name of trying to help her was actually malicious, Furong completely put an end to the idea of ​​asking for help from passing vehicles.

She continued to walk forward without looking at it, even if she was embarrassed, she never lowered her head with her head held high.

"Miss Delacour."

It wasn't until a familiar voice in the car called Furong's surname that she froze in place and looked inside the car in surprise.

Sherlock and Harry both looked at her with puzzled expressions, not understanding why they saw her in the wizarding town last night, and now she appeared next to a road below Montpellier, and she became so miserable now. look.

Furong pursed her lips and looked at Sherlock, who had reminded her that something was stolen yesterday, expressing the meaning of asking for help in her words, but her tone was still stiff.

"Can you help me take me home?"

Sherlock motioned her to get in the back of the car first, and Fleur opened the door and sat in.

As soon as she got into the car, Harry asked impatiently.

"Why did you come here?"

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

After Harry heard what happened to her, he couldn't help but subconsciously turned his head and glanced at Sherlock, who 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 class work after school starts."

Furong quietly pinched a corner of her robe in the back row, trying to keep her request from being so humble.

"Can you help me Apparate to Paris, my dad will pay you."

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

"I'm sorry, I haven't been to Paris, and Apparition has no way to go where I haven't been, so I can't help you with that."

Furong's face suddenly darkened again.

She herself had just finished fifth grade and started her sixth grade, and the Ministry of Magic required students to Apparate to be at least 17 years old, usually in sixth grade, so Fleur would not Apparate, even if Sherlock He generously lent her his wand, but she couldn't get it back.

Harry saw that Fleur was in a low mood now, he glanced at Sherlock, Sherlock also saw what he was thinking, sighed helplessly, and said.

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

Hearing Sherlock's words, the expression on Furong's face improved a lot, and she said something softly.

"thank you all."

"No thanks!" Harry waved his hand generously, as if he had helped him a lot.

Sherlock took out the map again, and their plan to continue traveling to Sweden would definitely not continue. It was about 800 kilometers from Montpellier to Paris. It takes eight or nine hours to walk.

He also didn't intend to rush over in such a hurry, and it was not his obligation to help Furong, it was just a passing incident.

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

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

Furong shook her head.

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

Sherlock heard the implication in her words.

"How many wizards have visited Nickleme recently?"

"Yes, Lemay has lived for so long and has many old friends in the magic world. I heard that he sent a lot of invitation letters this time, so that his friends can let the young and promising wizard go to him to get some interesting stuff."

After Harry heard it, he couldn't help but complain to Sherlock.

"It turns out that a lot of people can get it. I thought it was just the two of us, Professor."

Fleur had heard Harry's name for Sherlock more than once, and this time she finally couldn't help but ask.

"Why does this little boy call you Professor?"

Harry didn't answer this time, he was hurt by the name of the little boy.

It was obviously his thirteenth birthday, how could he still be called a little boy?

Sherlock couldn't help laughing at Harry's look.

"Because I'm his professor, let me introduce myself, my name is Sherlock Forrest, and I'm a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. This is my student Harry Potter. grade."

After Furong heard their names, the whole person was stunned.

Not only was she shocked that Sherlock became a professor at Hogwarts at such a young age, she also knew what the name Harry Potter stood for.

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

Voldemort's influence in the wizarding world was certainly not limited to the British wizarding world, but his main focus was on how to ho-ho 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 used this very well, and finally washed away the shameful name of the little boy before.

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

But even if it was used again, Harry would not be complacent about defeating Voldemort, he knew that the reason why he survived had nothing to do with him, but because of his mother's protection of him.

Sherlock, who was driving, couldn't help but smile when he heard Harry's answer~lightnovelpub.net~ Even though countless people in the magical world praised his "great achievements", he still wasn't lost in it.

It was what he admired most about Harry.

Of course, this can't hide his sometimes reckless shortcomings.

"What about you? You don't seem to be a few years older than me, so why did you become a professor at Hogwarts?" Furong turned her gaze to Sherlock, her tone full of doubts.

This time, before Sherlock himself spoke, Harry began to brag for him.

"Professor Forrest is a very powerful wizard. After graduating from Hogwarts, he was hired by the Auror Command of the Ministry of Magic."

"Later quit to study defense magic at home for a year, and wrote two books. Last year, Professor Dumbledore hired him as a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts, becoming the favorite professor of the students in the castle, and later defeated him. The basilisk in the secret room relieved the danger that Hogwarts was almost closed!"