Just a Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor

The latest website: "This should be Harry Potter." Nick Lemay's eyes turned to Harry, "This is the first time we have met, and I have not thanked you personally. Last year, you helped Protecting the Philosopher's Stone."

Harry hurriedly said, "It's not just my credit to Mr. Lemay, it's me and my friends who protected the stone together."

"Oh, yes." Nick Lemay said with a smile, "I also want to thank your friends, so please help me bring my thanks to them."

"I will, sir."

The smile on Nick Lemay's face gradually faded.

"It's time for this farce to end. After the Philosopher's Stone was destroyed by me, there are some fragments that still retain magic power, but only a few simple ones."

"I wrote to a few old friends that I used to know and told them that they could ask their favorite juniors to come and take one, but I don't know when the news was spread. There are many people who think they have a good relationship with me, They even let their descendants come to find me, hoping to get a shard from me."

"But in fact, there are only three magic stone fragments that still retain some effect."

He pulled three red stone fragments from his pocket.

From the outside, the real Philosopher's Stone fragments are ordinary, like an ordinary red stone on the ground, far less gorgeous than the fake ones before.

"You have helped a lot, so I gave you all these three fragments, and it also saves others from coming to me to trouble me for this thing."

Nick Lemay handed the three fragments to Sherlock's hands. Sherlock did not give in. He took it and looked at the three red stones with some doubts.

"Mr. Lemay, do the fragments of the Philosopher's Stone do anything?"

Nick Lemay explained to him.

"These fragments still retain some of the properties of the magic stone. If you add the fragments into the potion when refining the potion, it can enhance the effect of some of the potion itself. Or soak it directly in water, you can also make a cup that is enough to cure Good potion for most injuries, and in some ways even better than Phoenix's tears."

Understood, the magic stone's effect of turning stone into gold is gone, the effect of making elixir has been greatly reduced, and it has become an auxiliary tool that can only be used for healing.

But even so, these few fragments can definitely be called a good thing.

At least if Snape knew, he would definitely do everything possible to buy it from them.

"The rest of the people who came to Paris for this and were deceived, I will also compensate them with something so that they do not come back empty-handed."

After Nick Lemay had everything set up, he got up from the sofa.

"My wife still needs me to take care of it, and thank you again for your help, Sherlock and Harry. When you return to Hogwarts, help me say hello to Albus by the way."

He then left the parlour, passed the fireplace of the Ministry of Magic, and returned to the German Magical Hospital.

After Harry and Sherlock, they received an award from the French Ministry of Magic.

A French friendly wizard medal for each person, which is also a very memorable thing.

After everything was settled, Sherlock and Harry did not go back to Fleur's house to say goodbye to her.

Instead, he handed over one of the fragments of the Philosopher's Stone to Mr. Delacour, who was working in the Ministry of Magic, and asked him to pass it on to Fleur.

In the Delacour family, Fleur only woke up in the afternoon.

Madame Delacour did not cast a revival spell on her, but let her sleep a little longer.

Furong opened her eyes from the bed in her bedroom. She stared at the ceiling in confusion for a while, then suddenly sat up.

She hurriedly put on her slippers, rushed out of the bedroom to the living room, and asked Madame Delacour anxiously.

"Mom, why am I at home?"

Madame Delacour told her exactly how the two liars were caught this morning, and finally took out the magic stone fragment from her pocket.

"It was sent back by your father, saying that Sherlock asked him to hand it over to you on your behalf, and told you that if you have the opportunity to go to England in the future, you can find them. He and Harry are very willing to be your guides."

Fleur took the magic stone fragment from Madame Delacour's hand.

She stared blankly at the red pebble in her palm, and after a long time, she regained her senses and asked nervously.

"Are they still in Paris?"

"They seem to have left by noon. I heard your dad said they plan to travel to Sweden again and then go straight back to England."

Furong's mood was as if the seasoning jar had been knocked over, with mixed flavors.

She took the shard back to her bedroom with a desolate expression, lay on the bed, held it up and looked at it for a long time, and only mumbled something in her mouth.

"Obviously I also want to go to Sweden with you to play..."

......

"thanks."

After taking a photo with Harry under the Eiffel Tower, Sherlock took the camera back from the passerby and thanked him politely.

With a sun hat on his head and a cone in his hand, Harry followed Sherlock.

"Are we going to Versailles next? Professor."

Sherlock checked the film in the camera, looked at the time on his watch, and thought for a moment.

"Forget it, it's just a palace in Versailles, and it's nothing to see. Let's go straight to the next stop while it's not too late."

"What shall we have for dinner then? Foie gras? Grilled elbow? Or steak?"

"Eat, eat, eat, you will soon become like your cousin."

"Since you said so, then I will definitely not become like that!"

"Hey, you're going to be silly with me here, aren't you!"

They got back to the car, and Sherlock spread out the map, looking for their next stop.

"We should be able to get to Troyes by seven in the evening, then spend the night there tonight, go straight to Lyon tomorrow and Geneva the day after."

Sherlock decided their next itinerary, but Harry's face turned pale.

This is the first time in this trip that Sherlock has made such a detailed plan and said it directly!

"Professor, don't you feel that sometimes what you think will end up in the opposite direction of what you think, and produce results?"

Harry organized his words, trying to tell Sherlock the fact that his mouth was poisonous.

Sherlock heard the metaphor in Harry's words, and he stared at him speechlessly.

"What? Do you think my mouth likes to cause trouble?"

Harry hesitated for a moment, then nodded cautiously.

"In a sense, it does."

"I remember when you were fighting the basilisk, you thought the same way, right? You kept begging me to shut up or something. You are students of the magic school, don't believe in magic, why do you believe in such a metaphysical thing!"

Sherlock complained while driving on the road.

He really doesn't understand why Harry and the three of them feel that their mouths are poisonous. Although some things are coincidental, they can't take coincidence as a rule!

Harry saw that Sherlock still didn't believe it, and he still didn't give up.

Next, he has to travel with Sherlock for a long time. If he doesn't make things clear, he suddenly says "I believe you can live a healthy and happy life, Harry." Then Harry can directly Find a cemetery and bury yourself in advance.

"If you don't believe me, we can do an experiment!"

Harry pointed to a bird flying in the sky and asked Sherlock.

"Do you think this bird can safely land on a branch?"

Sherlock looked at the bird that was gliding in midair and shrugged.

"It didn't get hurt, and it didn't fly to the road with death. Why couldn't it land on the tree safely."

"Since you said so, Professor! It's going to happen soon!"

Sherlock looked at Harry's serious expression, and wondered if Harry was under some strange spell when he wasn't paying attention and burned his brain out.

He parked the car on the side of the road and had to prove it to himself today!

The two of them got out of the car and squatted on the side of the road, one big and one small, staring at the bird in the sky.

The bird seemed to be a wild goose that had broken away from the group. It hovered back and forth for several minutes, flapping its wings in the sky, and finally landed on the side of the road in the presence of Charlotte and Harry. on the tree.

Harry was completely stunned!

The script obviously shouldn't be written like this!

He turned to stare at Sherlock, and Sherlock turned to stare at him, as if asking him if he had anything to say.

"No!" Harry argued loudly. "This time it must be because the chances of it landing safely are too great! Let's try again!"

He looked around again and saw another bird in the sky.

"You said from the bottom of your heart, Professor, do you think that bird can land safely?"

Sherlock murmured, staring at the owl that was getting closer to them.

"Not only do I think this bird can land safely, how can it feel like it's looking for us?"

The next second, the owl flew to them in midair and landed on the roof of the car.

Harry's whole body looks like a fool, and he can't even say a word in the same place for a long time!

The script has changed!

Not only is the professor not a crow's mouth, but he has also become a master of prophecy!

Sherlock didn't care about his nervous reaction, but took a letter from the owl, opened it, and browsed it quickly.

Finally, his brows furrowed deeply, and he folded the letter and put it in his pocket.

After the owl saw that he had the letter, it flapped its wings again and flew into the sky.

Sherlock took Harry, who was stunned like a puppet, into the car.

"Something went wrong, Harry, I'm afraid our trip is coming to an end!"