Harry never thought that his name was a savior. He always believed that people like Sherlock were truly admired wizards.

So when he was boasting about Sherlock, he was more proud than he was to come.

Listening to Harry's words, Furong stared at Sherlock's side face and observed carefully for a long time, confirming that she seemed to have seen him somewhere.

After recalling for a while, she finally remembered it.

"I remember, the front-end time seems like the Astronomer Daily (French local magic newspaper) has reported your news, saying that you are the only professor of Dark Magic Defense in Hogwarts who is about to be re-elected for two years in nearly thirty years."

Sherlock was speechless about this report.

But thinking about it, compared to the secret room and basilisk that are not known to students of Hogwarts, there are still the professor seats of defense classes that have been cursed. Some people have actually endured the curse and this is the most eye-catching thing.

After knowing that Sherlock and Harry are famous people in the UK, Furong's heart, which had been vigilant even when she got in the car, also relaxed a little.

In her opinion, one is a young but respected professor in the magic school, and a boy with the title of savior. These two people are unlikely to do anything bad to them.

After getting close to Furong, Harry gradually got out of the feeling that he felt as if he was charmed.

Now he was looking at this girl. Apart from feeling that she was a little too beautiful, he had a arrogant and even a little rude personality, and there was nothing special about it. He couldn't help but wonder why he had been obsessed with her before.

At this time, Sherlock suddenly asked.

"Do you have Veva blood?"

Furong had no shame, she raised her head and admitted proudly.

"My grandmother is a veva, and I have a quarter of veva blood."

Sherlock nodded thoughtfully.

"That's no wonder."

Harry, a student who usually knows how to play at school and doesn't read any extracurricular knowledge books, was confused.

"What is Veva?"

"You can treat them as humans with special bloodlines." Sherlock explained to him, "In the division of various countries, Veva belongs to humans, but they are born with beauty that ordinary people cannot surpass, and have their own charming ability, which allows the opposite sex to be attracted to them at first sight and fascinated by this, but..."

Sherlock originally wanted to say that when Teva was angry, she would become a bird-body banshee named "Habby". Sometimes, she was not as perfect as people imagined, and they usually had an ugly side.

But because Furong was next to her, it was difficult to talk about this topic, so she didn't say the following.

Harry's eyes were as big as a bull's eyes at this time.

"Well, Miss Dragul, actually has that charming magic on her?"

Sherlock knocked his head and signaled him to be careful when speaking. The word charm is not very nice.

"Then why are you okay with your professor?" Harry also knew that he must have been talking to this mixed-race veva before. He couldn't help but ask Sherlock in confusion.

Sherlock didn't know why Furong's charm was useless to him. Maybe her ability was not as powerful as real Veva, or maybe sherlock's own soul was strong enough to be immune to this charm, but he was not affected anyway.

"Because you teach me well, I'm not comparable to a young boy like you."

But Furong didn't care about their conversation. She seemed to have thought of something, her face was dark and she looked in a bad mood.

Harry thought it was his own problem and couldn't help but apologize.

"Yes, sorry, Miss Dragul, I didn't mean it."

Furong shook her head.

"It's not your problem, it's because my wand was stolen."

Sherlock did not understand what she meant. Although the wand was very important to the wizard, it was not very cherished.

There are many wand shops, and you can buy one if you are less than 10 Gallons. As long as you are willing to spend money, it is not a problem to give her different wands every day 360 days a year.

"That wand has special meaning to you?" Sherlock asked hesitantly.

"The core of the wand uses my grandmother's hair." Furong said with her lips pursed.

Sherlock shook his head in a sigh.

"That's a very meaningful wand, but if you don't capture the thief on the spot, it's not very likely to get it back later, so think about it."

It was not very good before, but after you finish talking, the possibility of getting it back is too high!

After hearing Sherlock's words, Harry silently complained.

Furong was in a bad mood, so they didn't have more conversations along the way.

Sherlock changed to the radio station in the car and continued to drive with peace of mind as French folk songs continued to drive with peace of mind. Harry was still fiddling with the camera. He seemed to have discovered the fun of photography, but because there was not much film, he dared not take random shots.

But a subtle and sudden sound suddenly attracted Sherlock's attention.

He looked into the rearview mirror and happened to see Furong's shy and panicked gaze avoiding him.

Harry was still studying the camera's zoom problem without realizing it. Sherlock continued to drive as if nothing had happened, but in fact he paid special attention to the shops on both sides of the road and stopped next to a highway restaurant soon.

Seeing the car parked in front of the restaurant, Harry looked puzzled.

"Didn't we just have lunch? Professor."

Sherlock glared at him.

"Why do you care about so much? Wouldn't you be happy to invite you to have afternoon tea?"

After they got off the car, Sherlock glanced at Furong who was still sitting in the back row and couldn't hold it down.

"Let's go, I'll treat you."

Of course Furong saw that Sherlock came to this restaurant for her. She walked out of the car with her lips pursed and followed Sherlock, saying in a voice that was not much bigger than a mosquito.

"Thanks."

"You're welcome."

Sherlock had no other meaning, it was just that this girl was quite pitiful. In addition, it would take at least two days for them to arrive in Paris. I can't let her be hungry anyway.

When she arrived at the restaurant, Sherlock ordered only two desserts for herself and Harry, and then watched Furong drink mixed fish soup there.

It can be seen that she likes the taste of this fish soup very much, but unfortunately Sherlock and Harry don’t catch a cold.

After she was full, Sherlock lent her wand and asked her to use a cleaning spell to clean up some dirty things on her body before continuing on the road.

They arrived at the central French city of Clermont-Ferrand in the evening, found a hotel here for a night's rest, and started rushing again after breakfast the next day.

It was not until noon that they finally arrived in the suburbs of Paris.

Seeing that she was almost home, Furong's mood improved significantly. On the way after lunch, she did not continue to hold her airs. She talked and laughed with Sherlock and the others, and invited them to come to her house for a few days.

Sherlock and Harry naturally did not refuse. Paris was not only their destination and the end of their trip. With a local led it, it was naturally better than the two of them who came to wander around themselves.

As the capital of France, Paris is much more prosperous than other cities.

Sherlock drove the car to a small town below Paris under the guidance of Fleur, and in the most remote corner of the town was the manor of the Delacourt family.

Compared to the turbulent residence, Dragul Manor is much larger.

It is obviously also imposed here by the Muggle Exit Spell. Normal people pass by here and do not pay attention to the prominent medieval estates on the roadside.

Sherlock parked his car outside, and Fleur took them into Dragul's house.

They just ran into a house elf head-on.

"Miss! Why are you back?" The house elf looked at Furong in front of the garden and said, "Madam has been talking about it for several days. If you haven't come back tonight, she will go out with your master to find you."

"Something happened on the way, Cecli."

Furong happily introduced Sherlock Harry and Checkley to each other.

"This is my house elf, Chekley. These two are Sherlock and Harry. If they hadn't helped me on the road, they wouldn't know where to wander."

Someone in the house heard the noise and walked out. He was also a little girl with silver-white hair and pink and jade-carved girl.

"elder sister!"

When she saw Furong, she ran down the stairs excitedly and threw herself into her arms.

Furong hugged her and walked around in place twice.

"I'm back, Gabrie."

Then a beautiful woman with an elegant temperament and charming appearance similar to Furong also walked out. When she saw Furong's eyes turned red in an instant, she almost shed tears.

"Didn't you go back to school and get a letter of introduction from Mrs. Maxim? Why haven't you been back yet?"

"Some accident happened, mom." Furong put Gabriel in her arms and did not dare to tell the story of her wand losing it as soon as possible. Instead, she pulled Sherlock and Harry to introduce them.

"This is Sherlock and Harry. Thanks to the two of them who helped me, I can only come back today. They plan to play in Paris for a few days, so I invited them to visit my house."

Sherlock reached out and shook Mrs. Dracour.

"My name is Sherlock Forrest, this is my student Harry Potter, and I'm very happy to meet your wife."

Mrs. Dracour thanked her thanks.

"Thank you for your help. My daughter has a bad personality. You have to bear too much on the way."

Even the little Gabrie standing beside her bowed crisply and said.

"Thank you for helping your sister."

The Dragul family is very tutored. Except for Furong, it is a bit arrogant, but overall it gives people a feeling that it is not annoying.

After the family invited Sherlock and Harry into the living room, Mrs. Dragul asked Fleur and Gabrie to chat with them and prepare lunch by themselves.
Chapter completed!