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

Chapter 113 The script has changed!

"This should be Harry Potter." Nicolome turned his gaze to Harry, "This is the first time we met, and I haven't thanked you in person. You helped protect the magic last year. stone thing."

Harry said quickly: "It's not only my credit to Mr. LeMay, it's my friends and I who protected that rock together."

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

"I will, sir."

The smile on Nicolome's face gradually faded.

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

"I wrote letters to a few old friends I used to know, telling them that they could ask their promising 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 actually asked their descendants to come to me, hoping to get a fragment from me."

"But in fact, there are only three fragments of the Sorcerer's Stone that still retain some effect."

He took out three red stone shards from his pocket.

From the outside, the real Fragment of the Sorcerer's Stone is ordinary, just like an ordinary red stone on the ground, far less gorgeous than the fake ones before.

"You have helped a lot, so these three fragments are all given to you, and it will save other people from coming to me for this thing and making trouble for me."

Nicolas handed the three fragments to Sherlock's hand. Sherlock didn't give in, so he received them and looked at the three red stones with some doubts.

"Mr. Flamel, are the fragments of the Philosopher's Stone useful?"

Nicole May explained to him.

"These fragments still retain some of the properties of the Philosopher's Stone. If you add the fragments into the potion when refining potions, it can enhance the effect of some potions themselves. Or soak them in water directly, and you can also create a cup that is enough to heal the potion." Potions for most injuries are even better than Phoenix's Tears in some respects."

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

But even so, these fragments can definitely be called good things.

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

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

After Nicholas settled everything, he stood up from the sofa.

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

Then he left the drawing room, went back to the magic hospital in Germany through the fireplace of the Ministry of Magic.

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

Each person has a French friendly wizard medal, which is also a very commemorative thing.

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

Instead, he gave one of the fragments of the Sorcerer's Stone to Mr. Delacour, who worked in the Ministry of Magic, and asked him to forward it to Fleur.

In the Delacour's house, Fleur only woke up in the afternoon.

Madame Delacour did not cast the Revive Charm on her, but put her to sleep a little longer.

Fu Rong opened her eyes from the bed in her bedroom, stared at the ceiling in a daze for a while, and then sat up suddenly.

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 the story of the arrest of the two liars this morning, and finally took out the fragment of the Philosopher's Stone from her pocket.

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

Fleur took the fragment of the Sorcerer's Stone from Mrs. Delacour's hand.

She stared blankly at the small red stone in her hand, and it took a long time before she recovered and asked nervously.

"Are they still in Paris?"

"They seem to have left at noon. I heard from your father that they plan to travel to Sweden again, and then go straight back to England."

Fu Rong's mood suddenly felt as if the seasoning jar had been knocked over, with mixed flavors.

With a desolate expression, she took the fragment back to her bedroom, lay on the bed, held it up and looked at it for a long time before murmuring in a low voice.

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

"Thank you."

After asking someone to take 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 the watch, and pondered for a moment.

"Forget it, it's just a palace in Versailles, and there's nothing to see here. Let's go directly to the next stop before it's too late."

"Then what shall we have for dinner? Foie gras? Roasted elbow? Or steak?"

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

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

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

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

"We should be able to reach Troyes before seven o'clock in the evening, then spend the night there tonight, go directly to Lyon tomorrow, and arrive in Geneva the day after tomorrow."

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

This is the first time during this trip that Sherlock has made such a detailed plan, and even said it directly!
"Professor, don't you feel that sometimes, the things you think often turn in the opposite direction to what you think, and produce results?"

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

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

"Why? Do you think my mouth likes to invite trouble?"

Harry hesitated for a moment, then nodded cautiously.

"In a sense, it is."

"I remember you guys thought the same way when you were fighting the basilisk, right? You kept begging me to shut up or something. You are students in a magic school, so it's fine if you don't believe in magic. Why do you believe in such metaphysics!"

Sherlock complained as he drove on the road.

He really didn't understand why the three of them felt that their mouths were poisonous. Although some things were coincidences, coincidences couldn't be regarded as laws!
Harry saw that Sherlock still didn't believe it, and he still didn't give up.

Next, he will travel with Sherlock for a long time. If he doesn't make things clear, he suddenly said "I believe you will 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 it land on the branch safely?"

Sherlock looked at the bird gliding mid-air and shrugged.

"It wasn't injured, and it didn't fly to the road desperately, why couldn't it land safely on the tree."

"Since you've said that, Professor! Then something will happen to it soon!"

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

He parked the car on the side of the road, and he insisted on proving it to himself today!
The two of them got out of the car and squatted on the side of the road, staring at the bird in the sky.

The bird seemed to be a wild goose that had broken away from the group. It waved its wings and circled back and forth in the sky for several minutes, and finally, under the witness of Charlotte and Harry, it landed on a thick and big geese beside the road. tree.

Harry was 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 if he had anything else to say.

"No!" Harry argued loudly, "This time it must be because the probability of it landing safely is too high! Let's try again!"

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

"Say from the bottom of your heart, Professor, do you think the bird will land safely?"

Sherlock stared at the owl that was getting closer to them, and muttered to himself.

"Not only do I feel that this bird can land safely, but why do I also feel that it is looking for us?"

The next second, the owl glided to them in mid-air and landed on the roof of the car.

Harry looked like he had lost his mind, and he couldn't even say a word in the same place for a long time!
The script has changed!

Not only is the professor no longer a crow's mouth, but he has also become a master of prophecy!
Sherlock didn't pay attention to his nervous reaction, but took a letter from the owl, opened it, and quickly browsed through it.

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

After seeing that he got the letter, the owl spread its wings again and flew into the sky.

Sherlock grabbed Harry, who was frozen like a puppet, into the car.

"There has been some accident, Harry, and I'm afraid our journey is coming to an end!"

(End of this chapter)