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

Chapter 101 The Wizard's Road Trip
".Who will it be at this time?" Vernon glared at Harry, and walked towards the living room door while admonishing him, "Hurry up! If I haven't seen you wash those socks after 5 minutes If it’s clean! You’ll be fine!”

Harry feebly agreed, and walked to the bathroom with a basin of socks.

After Vernon opened the door, he saw that handsome young man standing outside.

He stared at his small round eyes, and his fat face, which could barely see his neck, had turned blood red because he had scolded Harry too hard just now.

"Who are you looking for?"

Looking at Sherlock's handsome appearance, Vernon ruled out one possibility after another in his heart, and finally asked vigilantly.

Sherlock had a friendly smile on his face.

"Let me introduce myself, Sherlock Forrest. I am your nephew Harry Potter's professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Excuse me."

"Oh!"

Seeing that the door that was slammed shut was less than a centimeter away from the tip of his straight nose.

The smile on Sherlock's face froze instantly.

From the content of the first part of the original book, he knew that Dursley's attitude towards wizards was very unfriendly, but looking at it now, it could no longer be said to be unfriendly.

But full of malice.

Vernon, who reacted violently and closed the door to death, stood there panting, with slippers on his feet, and walked into his house emotionally.

"Harry Potter! Harry Potter!"

He yelled, not only did Harry walk out of the bathroom with foam on his hands, but also Aunt Petunia, who was preparing lunch in the kitchen, and Harry's cousin, Daddy, who was playing games in the bedroom. Li came to the living room with a look of panic.

"What's wrong Vernon?"

Vernon didn't answer Aunt Petunia's question, he just glared at Harry.

"It's fine to tell those freaks your home phone number! You even gave out your home address! Who gave you the guts! Harry Potter!"

Harry's face was full of bewilderment at this moment, he stared blankly at Vernon, and couldn't figure out which of his friends would visit him during the summer vacation.

His doubts were quickly answered, because at this time the door of the living room of the Dursleys' house was suddenly opened from the outside, and Sherlock walked in from the outside with a blank expression.

At this time, Vernon showed the fearless courage to protect his family. He opened his hands to protect Aunt Petunia and his son Dudley.

But in Sherlock's eyes, he didn't even know whether the visitor was malicious or not, and it was extremely stupid to blindly want to resist.

"Get out of my room! You are trespassing! I have the right to attack you!"

Vernon held a baseball bat in his hand and put on a vicious look.

Harry looked at Sherlock who walked in, and was stunned.

"Professor Forrest!"

Sherlock frowned at Vernon, and without making any movement, the baseball bat broke free from Vernon's grasp and floated in mid-air.

"According to the laws of the Ministry of Magic, wizards cannot attack Muggles, but the premise is that you have not shown any aggressive behavior. Mr. Dursley, do you know how dangerous your actions just now are?"

He didn't look at the expressions on the faces of the Dursleys at this time, but directly explained his purpose of coming.

"Professor Dumbledore meant me to come here. He wanted me to take Harry out to deal with some matters during the summer vacation. Please forgive me for disturbing this presumptuous visit."

Sherlock's attitude was impeccable, and at the same time a letter flew out of his pocket, and flew lightly in mid-air to Aunt Petunia.

"Professor Dumbledore asked me to bring it to you. He said that after you read the letter, you will let me take Harry away."

Vernon's face was livid, but he didn't speak again at this time.

Aunt Petunia took the letter that flew towards her with a pale face.

With trembling hands, she opened the letter, read the contents of the letter at a glance, and finally looked up at Sherlock.

"Are you a professor at that school?"

Sherlock didn't speak, he turned his eyes to Harry and asked him to introduce.

Harry was very happy to see Vernon and Dudley being frightened by Sherlock's magic. He coughed lightly and introduced them in a dignified manner.

"This is a former outstanding graduate of Hogwarts, a top Auror of the Ministry of Magic's Auror Command, a master of defensive magic, and a teacher of Hogwarts Defense Against the Dark Arts——Professor Sherlock Forrest."

Sherlock rolled his eyes.

He said such a long prefix that the Dursleys probably couldn't understand it except the teacher.

This kid just wanted to use his title to bluff people.

It did look good, though, and the Dursleys did seem bluffed.

Now the person communicating with Sherlock has changed from Vernon to Aunt Petunia. She looked at Harry and then at Sherlock.

"How long are you going to take him out?"

Sherlock mainly wanted to go out to relax this time. He calculated the time and gave an approximate interval.

"About two to three weeks."

Aunt Petunia pursed her pale lips and hesitated for a long time before she continued to ask.

"What else does he need to bring?"

Everyone present heard what she meant, and she agreed.

Suddenly Vernon stared at her in disbelief, Harry cheered excitedly, and Sherlock shrugged in reply.

"Nothing is needed, just bring what is necessary for him to be a wizard."

Harry immediately rushed to his room, where he had always lived in the closet until Aunt Petunia tidied up a room Dudley had vacated for him last year when he was no longer tall enough to keep him there.

Soon he was carrying the cage containing Hedwig the owl in one hand, his wand tucked in his cuff, and he was running out with a suitcase in the other.

"Thank you for your understanding, I wish you a happy life, goodbye."

Sherlock nodded slightly to the Dursleys, and then led Harry away.

The previously excited expression on Harry's face completely froze after hearing Sherlock's last blessing.

Coming out of Dursley's house, he asked Sherlock in a panic.

"Professor, were you serious about Aunt Petunia's blessing just now?"

Sherlock said indifferently: "That's just a polite word. To be honest, I don't have a good impression of your aunt's family."

Harry breathed a sigh of relief.

Although he didn't like Aunt Petunia's family very much, but because of this, they would be cursed by Sherlock and live in pain all their lives, that's what Harry didn't want to see.

Then he asked excitedly.

"Where are we going, Professor? Did Professor Dumbledore give us some secret mission?"

He looked happy now, completely forgetting what he said in front of Hermione and Ron last semester that he would rather stay at the Dursleys than go to Sherlock during the summer vacation.

Sherlock looked at the letter of introduction written by Dumbledore to Nick Flamel in his hand, which had an address near Paris, France.

"No, we're just going to find a friend of Professor Dumbledore's."

He stroked his chin thinking.

"I remember that Nick LeMay used to live in seclusion in Devon, but now I don't know why he went to France again. It seems that the old couple likes opera very much? Did they go to France to listen to opera?"

"Nick LeMay!"

Harry repeated the name in surprise.

Of course he was familiar with the name. In the first grade, the Philosopher's Stone he protected from Voldemort's watchful eyes belonged to Nick Flamel.

"Yes, Nick Flamel, he destroyed his Philosopher's Stone, and there are still some fragments with magic power and high value, which he wants to give to some young people. Professor Dumbledore asked me to take you Go and have a look."

Harry asked with great interest.

"Then how do we get there? Floo powder? Apparition? Or ride a broomstick?"

Sherlock shook his head, took out a business card from his pocket, and said casually.

"Let's go to the car rental company to rent a car and drive there."

Harry opened his mouth wide as if he could squeeze an apple into it.

"Driving? You mean a car?"

"Otherwise, why would I tell your aunt to take you out for two weeks, use magic directly to France, and come back in less than a day."

Sherlock led him and stopped a taxi. The driver frowned and glanced at Hedwig in Harry's hand, and finally let them sit in it.

In fact, even if you drive by car from Devon, England to Paris, France, it only takes two days at most to go back and forth, and even if you come back in a hurry, you can complete a round trip in one day.

But Sherlock came out this time to relax. He didn't think about going directly to Paris, stopping and stopping in the middle, thinking that it was almost time, and when would he go to the final destination.

She paid a deposit at the car rental company Sherlock, completed the formalities, and rented a Ford sedan.

In his previous life, Sherlock got his driver's license when he was in college. Although the car structure in the UK is a bit different from what he is used to, it doesn't take long to get familiar with it.

After Harry got into the car, he released Hedwig from the cage and let her jump around happily on the back seat.

He has never traveled far from birth to now, and this time he will drive to another country with Sherlock, which makes him feel extremely novel and excited.

"Where do we go first, Professor."

Sherlock is studying a map of Europe, planning the next travel route.

But when he inadvertently looked up and saw that Harry was wearing a baggy suit, apparently leftover from his cousin Dudley's clothes, he blinked and said with a smile.

"Let's go to the Muggle mall to buy some things first, and then we'll spend most of the time in this car. We can buy some more snacks."

(End of this chapter)