Just a Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor

Chapter 101: on the Mont Saint Michel



UPDATE: Harry's excitement was all gone three minutes after he set off.

With a pale face, he tightly grasped the handle above the door and asked nervously.

"Professor, have you really learned to drive?"

Hearing that his skills were being questioned, Sherlock took out the original owner's driver's license in the UK.

"Just kidding, I've been driving for three years, okay?"

"Don't don't... don't look at me professor! Look at the road! There's a tree ahead!"

Harry screamed, Sherlock lightly tapped the brakes with a light face, turned the steering wheel sharply, and then... the car stopped in place.

The difference between a left-hand drive car and a right-hand drive car is far less simple than Sherlock imagined, plus there are still some differences between the car in the 1990s and 30 years later.

It was not so easy for him to get started.

Harry's face was terrified, and Sherlock rekindled the fire and comforted him.

"Don't worry, it's just a little accident, we'll definitely..."

Harry jumped up from his seat like a frightened rabbit, almost hitting his head on the roof of the car.

"I trust you professor! Don't say it anymore! I trust you!"

His voice was almost pleading, and Harry didn't want more now.

At the Dursleys, he was mostly doing housework, barely eating, and getting scolded a few times, but if Sherlock accidentally said something wrong, it would be a blessing for him to end up missing an arm and a leg. .

Seeing Harry's overreaction, Sherlock shrugged helplessly, and began to get familiar with the feeling of a right-hand drive car.

They came to the nearest mall nearby, took Harry down to buy a lot of snacks, and by the way, under Harry's moved and twisted expression, they chose a few fitting clothes for him.

Of course, Sherlock paid for it.

The original owner was not a rich man in either the magical world or the Muggle world, but he also had a small amount of savings.

Usually Muggle money doesn't have a chance to be spent, so Sherlock doesn't feel bad about using it.

They had the supplies in the car ready, and Harry took this opportunity to write a letter to Ron and Hermione each for Hedwig to send, so that they could find out about his current situation.

Sherlock had already planned a route to go to London first.

"How are we going to get to France? Professor," Harry asked while eating chips in his new clothes.

Sherlock stared at the road and replied.

"The undersea tunnel built by France and the United Kingdom in the Muggle world will not be accessible until this time next year, so we will first go to the Port of London, drive there by ferry, and then reach the northern French city of Caen."

In fact, if they used a little wizard's means, they would not need such trouble.

But Sherlock came out this time to relax. It didn't matter what method he used to get to the destination, as long as he was happy, he could do anything.

They didn't want to stay in the UK any longer and went straight to London.

Devon is right next to London, and it only took them an hour or so to drive to the Port of London. Sherlock got off and bought a ferry ticket and boarded a French steamer called Mont Saint Michel. .

The ship sailed from the Thames into the North Sea, then crossed the Strait of Dover to the French port city of Caen.

Harry and Sherlock were lying on the side of the ship, squinting and enjoying the sea breeze blowing their hair.

This is not the first time Harry has seen the sea. Before the start of the first year, Vernon took the whole family to live in a reef cabin by the sea for a day in order to avoid Hagrid sending him a letter of admission.

But the mood then was of course very different from now.

Seeing the sea and the sky line up in a single line made Harry feel extremely happy.

"Looking at that seagull Harry, its wings seem to be injured a little bit, and it doesn't fly so smoothly. But its tenacity is very touching. I think it should be able to find a place to land safely."

Just three seconds after Sherlock's voice fell, the seagull with the injured wing suddenly let out a miserable whine. It used up all its strength, and finally fell pitifully into the rough sea.

Harry's eyes stagnated slightly, and he glanced sideways at Sherlock, who was unaware of it, still holding a telescope and looking at the scenery with great interest.

Well, if Professor Forrest's mouth hadn't been so terrible, maybe... no, he would have been happier.

Sherlock was blowing the sea breeze and looking forward to Harry together, what kind of food they would eat when they arrived in France, and then when they went to the beach for a day, a surprised voice suddenly sounded beside them.

"Sherlock!"

Hearing someone calling his name, Sherlock was stunned for a moment, and then he turned his head suspiciously to look in the direction of the voice.

It was a young man in his twenties, with sunglasses on his face, a shirt on the upper body, a pair of beach pants on the lower body, and a tie around his neck, a look that was obviously unique to a wizard posing as a Muggle.

And Sherlock also keenly noticed a small wooden stick that he inserted in the pocket of his beach shorts.

wand.

"It's really you! Sherlock! I didn't expect to meet you here! What a coincidence."

The wizard walked up to Sherlock with a look of surprise, and held his hand enthusiastically.

Sherlock looked at him dumbfounded, making sure that this person's appearance had never appeared in the original owner's diary, and then hesitantly asked.

"You are......?"

The smile on the wizard's face did not diminish in the slightest.

"You don't remember me anymore? But it's true that we only worked together in the ministry for two days. You helped me a lot at that time."

"Re-introduce myself, my name is Oliver Green, Department of Magical Things and Disasters of the Ministry of Magic, staff of the Memory Logoff Command."

"When you were working in Auror Command, I was seconded to help for two days. My boss, Chelis, the old guy, still threw me a lot of work when I was seconded. Fortunately, I have you. help."

After listening to the story of the wizard named Oliver, Sherlock, who had written down the original owner's diary, still did not recall any records from it. From this, it seemed that this incident was just a trivial matter for the original owner. .

He said with an apologetic look on his face.

"Sorry, I don't have an impression anymore."

It can be seen that Oliver is indeed very enthusiastic, he waved his hand generously and said.

"It doesn't matter, you helped me in the first place, and then you resigned. I never found a chance to thank you. I read the Daily Prophet a few months ago, and I heard that you are now Hogwarts. Defence Against the Dark Arts professor? Killed the basilisk in the Chamber of Secrets last semester? Sure enough, you're still the same no matter where you go!"

Because of the Daily Prophet's report, Sherlock is now a somewhat famous figure in the wizarding world.

"Just to protect the students."

"You have changed a lot from before, and now you are more cheerful, which is a good thing."

Oliver became more and more interested, he looked at Sherlock, then at Harry beside him, and asked.

"This is your relative? Where are you going?"

Sherlock introduced him to Harry, shocking him again, but he was polite and didn't ask as rude as the others, to see the lightning scar on Harry's forehead.

"I came out this time on a mission given by the Ministry. The ghosts of the Headless Knights held a rally in Kent not long ago, and a Muggle secretly watched the whole process."

"Then the Muggle told everyone that he had seen the headless ghost use his head to hold a hockey game, and his family sent him to a Muggle mental hospital as a mental illness."

"But then he sneaked out again. After I received the assignment from the ministry, I followed him on this ship, and just erased his memory of ghosts before I met you."

Oliver's work was interesting, and Sherlock and Harry listened with relish to his account of his mission experience.

"The guy Arthur has been very happy recently. He has won the "Daily Prophet" annual Galleon Award. Now he is planning to take a few days off from the ministry and go to Egypt to visit his eldest son with his family."

Harry heard from him about Ron's recent situation, and from his tone, it seemed that he and Mr. Weasley had a very good relationship, and they were very affectionate.

"You guys came out in Muggle cars?" Oliver asked.

Sherlock nodded. "From a Muggle rental car company."

"Can I take a look at your car? I'm very interested in all kinds of Muggle machinery." Oliver asked embarrassedly.

They chatted on the boat for so long, of course Sherlock would not refuse his small request.

Sherlock and Harry took Oliver to their rented Ford sedan, and he immediately got in excitedly.

"What an ingenious machine! Sometimes you have to admit the ingenuity of Muggles. Without magic, they can create something more magical than magic, unlike alchemy in the wizarding world, which has become more and more powerful over the years. backwards."

What he said made Harry and Sherlock both have a good impression of him.

"But their imaginations are still a little low. Why can't they make a car that can fly in the sky?" Oliver said, turning to look at Sherlock, "You are going to travel in France with this car?"

Sherlock shrugged: "If nothing else, we're not going to change..."

Harry only heard the first half of his sentence, and he reacted instantly with a pale face, and interrupted at a rapid pace.

"Yes! If there are no accidents, we will drive this car all the time!"

Sherlock tapped his head in dissatisfaction.

"Courtesy! Harry, it's rude to interrupt someone casually."

The injured Harry could only bear the pain all by himself.

If he didn't react just now, it is estimated that they will have to switch to another mode of transportation soon.

Oliver's eyes flickered with restlessness.

"For wizarding travel, Muggle transportation is useful, but it's still a little less interesting. Let me help you transform it, Sherlock, it only takes a few simple steps, and it can become a work of art !"

Sherlock said hesitantly.

"I think, still..."

"Don't worry! Even Arthur's modification skills were taught by me. He secretly modified a flying car at home, and was driven into Hogwarts by his son last year. The matter was very big, after the Ministry of Magic found out , fined him three months' wages. Trust me, my skills are much stronger than his!"

As he said that, he got up and took out his wand and fiddled with the poor car, causing the car to squeak and groan.

Sherlock and Harry looked at each other helplessly, and Harry thought it might be himself, the result of failing to interrupt Sherlock's spellcasting just now.

No matter how Oliver's technology is, the car after his modification can no longer be regarded as the previous car.

When it was noon, Sherlock took Harry to the ship's restaurant for dinner, and they invited Oliver too.

But he wholeheartedly wanted to show them in the car, and he was not in the mood to go to dinner.

So, Sherlock and Harry had an authentic French meal on the boat, but it tasted quite good.

By the time they got back to the car, Oliver's modification program was nearing its end.

"It'll be alright, soon..." he said, then took a button out of his pocket, put it in the middle of the steering wheel, and tapped it lightly with his wand, "Aha. You're done!"

He was excited to experiment with his masterpiece immediately, but was stopped by Sherlock.

Regardless of whether the car can be transformed into Megatron or Optimus Prime after the transformation, experiments cannot be carried out on the ship.

Otherwise, not only Oliver, but they will all be in big trouble.

Oliver, who couldn't get started by himself, looked at the Ford sedan with a little more reluctance than just one button more than before, and began to teach Sherlock how to use it.

"Press that button, and the car's function is completely switched, it can fly directly. The accelerator is used to control the speed like the brake, and the up and down operations are changed by me on the gear lever. Its power It's still gasoline, no matter how big your appetite is, if you fill up the fuel tank, you can only fly in the sky for about 3 to 5 hours..."

At the same time he said quietly.

"The French Ministry of Magic doesn't have such strict supervision on this kind of magic modified equipment, so feel free to open it up. Even if you are caught, you will only be fined a few Galleons."

After that, he chatted with Sherlock and the others for a while, then found a hidden corner and left the ship through Apparition.

Leaving Sherlock and Harry standing in front of the car, Harry blinked and asked excitedly.

"So, our car can fly?"

Sherlock didn't respond immediately. He looked at the car for a while, and let Harry keep watch around, paying attention to the passing Muggles.

Then he took out his wand and carefully examined the car that had been modified by Oliver.

After a comprehensive spell detection and magic evaluation, Sherlock determined that the car was indeed as Oliver said, with nothing passive other than the added flight function.

Harry scratched his head.

"I think that person is very enthusiastic and a good person. He shouldn't be a bad person, right?"

Sherlock taught him seriously.

"It's hard to tell a person's quality from the surface alone~www.NovelMTL.com~ It's like Riddle who framed Hagrid last semester. You didn't believe him all at first, thinking he was a good person. Is it? No matter what kind of stranger you are dealing with, remember to keep an eye on it, otherwise you will be deceived by others, and you will have to help them count the money."

Harry said honestly, "I remember the professor." He continued, "So what's wrong with this car?"

Sherlock shook his head.

"There is no problem. Oliver's skills are really good. He should be thanking me for my help in the Ministry of Magic. He did his best to modify this car, which is perfect."

Harry's eyes suddenly widened, and he couldn't help showing a happy expression on his face.

"Then our next trip will definitely be more interesting!"

Sherlock shrugged, a smile on his face.

"maybe."


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