Sherlock and his team sailed on the ferry very smoothly. In the evening of the same day, they arrived at the French port city of Caen.

This is located in the Normandy district of France, yes, it is the place where the Allies landed during World War II.

Sherlock found a hotel that looked pretty good in the downtown area of ​​Caen. He parked his car and took Harry to find a restaurant to have an elegant French meal.

Although French food is much better than in the UK, Harry's food is still tasteless.

During the meal, there were always many beautiful Muggle sisters who asked Sherlock for a call and asked him for a phone number.

Even though Sherlock always refuses because he doesn't have a phone call, there are several of them that they have a phone call at home and that the bedroom is very large, so he invites him to visit.

Seeing Sherlock politely rejecting a woman once again saying that she accidentally bought an extra movie ticket and wanted to invite a gentleman to go to the movie with her, Harry said sourly.

"They are so lonely. Are they really short of people to accompany them to swim, watch movies, and visit the bedroom?"

Sherlock rolled his eyes at him.

"You are a little brat, what do you know."

With Sherlock's outstanding appearance and learning magic, his natural quiet and mysterious temperament makes him a walking hormone harvester no matter where he is.

They only stayed in Caen for one day, and after visiting the local famous attractions, the next day, they drove away from the city.

Before leaving, Sherlock also went to the mall to buy a purely mechanical camera, which was used as a tool for taking photos along the way.

Next, instead of heading to Paris, located west of Caen, they drove all the way south, stopping to taste local food and enjoying the scenery every time they passed by a city.

In Leon, they watched a racing race (“There is no excitement for a Quidditch race.” Harry said disdainfully at the cheering crowd), and came to Somil to taste the special wine (at Harry's constant request, Sherlock asked him to taste it, and then he spit out the mouth).

I went to Bordeaux to eat foie gras and saw medieval castles (Harry said that none of these castles are as powerful as Hogwarts, but the foie gras tastes really good), and visited the Church of St. Cernan at Toulouse, the last stop of my trip to southern France (Sherlock asked in the church why there are many people in the wizards, which is such a thought-provoking question, but Harry said that it would be better to have another bowl of excellent onion soup if you think so much).

Finally, they filled the car with gas, left the city of Toulouse and headed to the outskirts of the Pyrenees.

"Where are we going next? Professor." Harry, who drank three bowls of onion soup at noon, asked with great satisfaction.

But Sherlock parked the car on the road beside the field and pressed the button on the steering wheel that changed the function of the car.

This was the first time Harry saw him preparing to use the car's flight function after leaving Caen.

"We are going to fly into the Pyrenees, and when we enter this mountain, we are going to visit the wizards in France."

Harry blinked his eyes and looked at the towering mountains in the distance, asking in confusion.

"All French wizards like to live in the deep mountains and forests?"

"Your knowledge is really narrow. Harry, if Hermione was here, she would definitely know the destination of our trip." Sherlock complained.

Harry was very dissatisfied, he said blindly.

"We must be visiting some famous old wizard, who lives in seclusion in this mountain range."

Sherlock controlled the car to take off, flew towards the mountains, and at the same time popularized common sense for Harry.

"Do you know how many magic schools are in Europe?"

Harry thought for a moment, and finally shook his head honestly.

"have no idea."

"There are three magic schools in Europe, namely Hogwarts in the UK, Boothbaton in France, and Demstrang in Nordic Europe. The place we are going to now is Boothbaton in France, but they are on summer vacation like Hogwarts. I wonder if we can let us go in and visit with the name of Professor Dumbledore."

Sherlock obviously did his homework before coming.

"We were going to visit Nick Lemay and his wife, the famous Busbaton alumni. Later, when the school was expanded, Nick Lemay and others helped to pay. Busbaton also specially built a huge fountain on the campus to commemorate them, and there was also an amazing and magnificent manor in their school."

Harry was attracted by his words. He had been wandering around the Muggle city more and more, and he was even about to forget that he was a wizard.

Sherlock drove a flying car and wandered in the Pyrenees for several hours, and finally discovered a prominent French-style complex in the forest.

Like Hogwarts' hidden way, in the eyes of Muggles without magic and unwitting, Busbaton's campus is just a large wasteland with weeds, and only wizards can see what it really looks like.

Instead of driving around Busbaton, Sherlock landed directly in front of the school's gate.

Getting off the car, they could see the main buildings in Busbaton through the iron gate, an auditorium with only one floor but a wide area.

The gate of the auditorium faces the entrance to the school. Above the gate of the building, Sherlock and Harry also saw one, composed of two golden crossed wands, and three stars appeared at the tip of each wand.

"Although Busbaton's history is not as long as Hogwarts, it has also been established for more than seven hundred years. And it not only recruits French students, but also wizards from Spain, Portugal, Luxembourg, Belgium and the Netherlands to study here."

Sherlock gave Harry relevant knowledge, and the two walked to the front door together. The iron gate was closed, and from outside, there was no one on campus.

"How do we get in?" Harry asked in confusion.

Sherlock also studied in front of the door to see if there is anything similar to a doorbell.

Just as they were wandering in front of the campus gate of Busbaton, a hoarse, old female voice suddenly rang out.

"What are you doing in Busbaton?"

Sherlock and the others saw clearly in the direction of the sound. It was an old witch wearing a rose-red robe. Her face was covered with wrinkles, but her waist was straight, and she stood inside the iron gate and looked at them vigilantly.

Sherlock and Harry looked at each other, and then Sherlock introduced himself.

"Hello madam, I am Sherlock Forrest, a professor of the Dark Magic Defense class at Hogwarts Magic School. This is my student Harry Potter. This time we are traveling to France and I want to visit the Boothbaton Magic School. I wonder if it will be convenient for us to enter?"

"The Hogwarts defense professor and students?" The old witch looked up and down at Sherlock and Harry. "Bothbarton does not refuse visitors, but I want to see something that can prove you."

Perhaps it was Harry's savior's name, which was only well-known for the British wizard, and the French witch did not show any shocking expression at his name.

Sherlock was also prepared for this.

Under normal circumstances, wizards do not have an ID card.

But generally speaking, after an adult wizard passes the Phantom Transfer Examination, there will be a Phantom Transfer Examination issued by the Ministry of Magic.

This proof will include a photo and name of the wizard himself, and it is difficult to forge or modify.

However, what Sherlock used to prove his identity was the appointment letter sent to him by Hogwarts, which also contained his photos and personal information on it, and could also prove his identity as a professor.

After studying the letter of appointment handed to her by Sherlock, the witch opened Boothbaton's door and put them in.

"It's summer vacation now, and there are no one in the school except for a few students and teachers who stay at school." The old witch's attitude is not friendly, but it is not bad either. "My name is Andri Garrell, and I am the chief affairs teacher of this school, responsible for managing students' daily life and discipline."

Harry, who followed her into Boothbaton, said quietly to Sherlock.

"So far she's much better than that old guy Felch."

Sherlock patted his head and taught him a lesson not to say bad things about others behind his back.

"Do you need me to lead the way when visiting the campus?" the old witch Garrell asked back.

Sherlock shrugged and said.

"I'm not bothering you anymore. You just need to tell us where we can't go."

Garrell shook his head: "Bothbaton has no forbidden area, but you should be careful in the magical animal breeding garden west of the garden. There are some magical animals with bad tempers, so it is best not to provoke them easily."

Saying goodbye to Garrel in front of the banquet hall in Boothbaton, Sherlock took Harry to start a day trip to Boothbaton.

"I suggest you stand in the middle of the fountain so that it can highlight its height."

Sherlock held up his camera and signaled Harry to stand in the middle, then took a photo of him with the huge fountain named after Nicklemay.

They then went to the garden behind the banquet hall. It is said that on Christmas every year, the fairies in the forest will sing serenades when students eat, and the surroundings will be filled with beautiful ice sculptures.

While watching Boothbaton's estate, they met a witch who was as tall as Hagrid and like a little giant.

Sherlock recognized her as the current principal of Boothbaton - Mrs. Maxim.
Chapter completed!