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

Chapter 109 The Weird Nick Flamel
Sherlock looked at Nick Flamel, who was surrounded by a group of wizards, and looked at the buildings in the courtyard with closed doors, recalling the scene where Nick Flamel walked out just now.

It seemed that he came from the backyard of the building instead of from the inside of the house.

It was just an insignificant little detail, but Sherlock noticed it carefully.

"Let's go, let's go too." Seeing that Nicolume was talking to the visitors, Fleur called Sherlock and Harry to the outermost edge of the crowd.

"...I'm sorry everyone, I went to Lyon with Perenelle a few days ago, and I just came back today, which made you delay in Paris for so long."

Nicole May seemed to be a very gentle old man. After meeting the visitors, he first apologized.

"Because of my problem, you all came to my house on one day, and there is no room for you in the house, so I can only meet with you outside the house. But I am also very clear about your reason for coming, and it is still a bit awkward to talk here. It's not suitable, come to the back of the yard, there is an open space here."

They followed Nicolome and went around to the back of the courtyard.

When Sherlock was walking close to LeMay's house, he also took a special look at his garden.

There is obviously a large back garden in Le May's house, which is definitely more than enough to entertain the dozen or so wizards here.

But for some reason, he didn't choose this back garden, but outside his home.

As Nicoleme said, there is a large open space behind the yard of his house, and the place is very remote, no Muggles pass by, and there is a dense forest not far away.

He seemed to have prepared for it long ago. Many seats and small round tables were placed on the lawn of the open space, with some desserts and teacups on them. It looked like a wild tea party.

The visitors sat down on chairs around a small round table, and Nicole May got a letter of introduction from everyone.

He stood in the middle and said around the surroundings.

"The long life has made me tired of living. Death is something that everyone must experience."

"I realized this truth a year ago, so after discussing with my wife Perenelle, we decided to destroy the Philosopher's Stone. The plan is to prepare for my own death, and to prevent the Philosopher's Stone from falling into someone who plots against the law." hands."

"But the Sorcerer's Stone is the most wonderful work of my life after all. Even if it is destroyed, the fragments left behind still have magical power beyond imagination."

"So I plan to send these fragments to the new generation in the magic world. It is the last thing left to this wonderful magic world before facing death."

The visitors all applauded. Nicolemay's selflessness made them all beneficiaries.

Sherlock also admired the old man's ideological realm very much. If he said he would give up immortality, he would give up, and if the touchstone said he would destroy it, he would destroy it.

For example, Riddle even dismembered his own soul in order to live forever. The Malfoy family has been a fool for decades for wealth and status, and their reputation is almost stink.

And these, the old man in front of him discarded them like worn-out shoes.

He took out a tiny blood-red crystal from his pocket, allowing everyone to see its dazzling brilliance under the reflection of the sunlight.

"The fragment of the Philosopher's Stone, the magic power it retains can still make it a powerful alchemy item. As for the use of this alchemy item, you can explore it yourself after you get it."

Nicolome took the fragment of the Philosopher's Stone back into his pocket.

At this moment, Sherlock seemed to see a familiar sign on the arm briefly exposed by the hand that Nicolome put down, and he was taken aback for a moment.

Nicholas continued.

"But it's too simple and boring to just give the fragments to you directly. So, I want to play a little game with you."

"There are 23 fragments of the Philosopher's Stone, and there are [-] of you here. I hid all the fragments in that forest."

He pointed to the forest not far away.

"You can go to the woods to look for it yourself. No matter how many pieces you can find, the pieces you find belong to you."

At this time, someone couldn't help asking a question.

"What if you don't find any?"

"Then I can only say sorry, whether you can find it or not depends on your own luck." Nicholas said loudly, "And in the process of searching for the fragments of the Philosopher's Stone, for the sake of fairness, none of you can use magic. After entering Before you go to the woods, you can leave your wands with me for safekeeping."

After listening to what he said, the visitors below began to whisper.

"Seventeen people, go find 23 pieces, the probability that everyone can find one is quite high." Fu Rong said eagerly.

Sherlock frowned.

"Why this kind of game? What if there is a conflict in the process of finding the fragments."

"Conflict?" Harry asked puzzled.

"If you find two fragments of the Philosopher's Stone, but meet one who has not found one, do you think he will look at you with jealousy, will he want to get one from you, or simply get both of them? snatch?"

Fleur and Harry heard Sherlock's words, and both were silent.

They circled around, surrounded by a group of young wizards who were happily discussing how to find fragments of the Sorcerer's Stone when they entered the woods, Furong said hesitantly.

"Everyone seems to be in harmony, so they probably wouldn't do such a thing."

Sherlock didn't answer Fleur's words, he was looking at Nicolme thoughtfully.

I always feel that what he said at the end, the small game made by looking for the fragments of the Philosopher's Stone, does not match what he said before.

What made him even more suspicious was that he had seen the sign on three people in a row within two days.

Just when he felt that something was wrong, this little game of finding Shards of the Philosopher's Stone had already begun.

A wizard couldn't wait to stand up from the chair, left his wand at Nicolome, and then entered the forest.

Afterwards, almost all the visitors joined in. They handed their wands to Nicolas for safekeeping, and then walked into the woods.

Soon there were only Sherlock and the others sitting on the lawn.

Furong couldn't wait any longer.

"Aren't you going to participate? Isn't the purpose of coming to France to get the Shard of the Philosopher's Stone from Mr. Flamel?"

Harry looked up at Sherlock too, but Sherlock shook his head.

"I came to visit Nicolome just by the way. The main purpose of my trip is to relax. As for the fragments of the Philosopher's Stone." Sherlock smiled, "I'm not interested in that thing, maybe the complete Philosopher's Stone is still there." Let me think about it. If you want to try it, don't worry about us, just go in."

Fleur stood up from her chair.

"Then I'll try it, and if I can find two, I'll give you one."

Sherlock raised an eyebrow.

"Then I would like to thank you in advance for your generosity."

Fleur walked to Nicolome's side, handed over her wand, and then walked into the woods.

Right now, only Sherlock, Harry, and Nicolas can be played here.

Nicholas obviously noticed them, he walked into their side and asked with a smile on his face.

"Aren't you going to go in and try?"

Sherlock waved his hand.

"I'm taking my students on this trip. It's very lucky to see you here with my own eyes. Let the right people get those fragments of the Philosopher's Stone."

Nicolas looked at the faces of Sherlock and Harry, recalling the letter of recommendation they had handed him before sitting down.

"You are wizards from England, recommended by Dumbledore."

Hearing him address Dumbledore, Sherlock narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Yes, sir, I am the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry——Sherlock Forrest, and this is my student Harry Potter."

"Harry Potter!"

After hearing this name, Nicolome suddenly showed a surprised expression on his face, and he turned his gaze to Harry.

"I was surprised to see you here."

Strangely, after learning of Harry's identity, he became interested in the wand that Harry had in his pocket.

"Is this your wand?"

Harry took out his wand in a daze, and then handed it to Nicolume.

"Yes, I got it at Ollivander's wand shop."

Nicholas took Harry's wand from Harry's hand, stroking the wand gently with both hands.

"Holly, about eleven inches, a wood often chosen by masters who love danger and noble tasks, Harry Potter, you are just right for it."

he said softly, and waved Harry's wand.

"Orchids are blooming."

A beautiful orchid bloomed at the tip of the wand.

"Ah, the core of the wand is actually phoenix tail feather. It doesn't match well with holly wood, but as long as it is matched together, it is a magic wand that is invincible."

Nicolome expressed great admiration for Harry's wand, and then returned it to Harry's hands.

Sherlock, who had been watching him silently, saw a trace of suppressed greed in his brown pupils, and the movement of returning Harry's wand was very contorted, and it seemed that he was reluctant to part with him.

"I'm sorry. You can rest here for a while. It won't be long before someone from the woods comes back with fragments of the Philosopher's Stone."

He nodded to Sherlock and Harry, then walked into his yard with the box full of wizard wands in his arms.

After his figure disappeared around the corner, Sherlock's eyes gradually turned cold and he stood up from the chair.

"Go back to the car and wait for Harry." He said flatly, "Wait for me in the car. Remember, after you see me, ask me where the entrance to the secret room is first. If I can't answer, use a magic spell." Attack directly!"

(End of this chapter)