Wherever wizards gather, there is no bar.

Sherlock has been living in the magic world for a year, and sherlock has always felt that this extraordinary world, in fact, is lagging behind Muggles for a whole century, whether it is social structure or customs.

Just like in the magic world, the manifestation potion that can make the characters in the photos live has been invented for so long, but no wizard has ever thought of applying it to other aspects.

For example, making a small movie or something.

So under normal circumstances, wizards' entertainment activities are very scarce.

When I was young, I could still play Quidditch, but when I was old, I could only go to the bar to sit and drink two glasses of wine and brag about others.

This also causes that as long as it is a magic street, there must be bars.

Because it's really profitable to open a bar in the magic world.

Fleur led Sherlock and Harry to push the door and walked into a bar called "Astrology". It is said that the owner of this bar was a silent man who retired from the French Ministry of Magic. Some of the food inside tasted very good.

"Are you going back to the UK after visiting Mr. Lemay? Are you not going to stay for another two days?" Furong used a straw to sway the orange juice in the glass and pretended to ask inadvertently.

With Sherlock here, of course he would not let these two minors drink, and he didn't even drink it to set an example, but instead ordered a glass of lemonade.

"We are going to continue to go to Sweden again." Sherlock made a temporary plan, "After all, I finally came out. Harry and I originally planned to go to Sweden first and then come to Paris. If you pick it up on the way, I came here temporarily."

Of course, Harry had no objection to Sherlock's arrangements. He could go anywhere, and the later he returned to Dursley's house, the better.

Furong struggled as if she wanted to say something. When she was twisting for a long time and was determined to say it, a voice beside her suddenly called her name.

"Senior Sister Dragul!"

They turned around and looked at Furong, talking to a girl with freckles on her face.

"I didn't expect to meet you here." She said happily.

Furong looked at her face but looked confused.

"Who are you?"

"I am Marlene Criel, a fifth-grade student in Boothbaton. You may not know my senior sister, but I have always admired you!" She said with her eyes shiny.

There are not many students in Busbaton, but there are also many. Of course, Furong cannot recognize everyone, but there are almost no people who do not know her in school.

The unique appearance of Veva's bloodline has always been the center of students.

"Hello, Criel, your home is in Paris, too?"

Although Furong didn't want to chat with others while having afternoon tea with Sherlock and the others, she was a junior at her own school after all. They all came to say hello, and it was not good to ignore her directly, so she just found a question and said perfunctorily.

The girl named Criel shook her head.

"No, it was an elder in my family who gave me an introduction letter, saying that I would come to Paris to find Mr. Nick Lemay. But when I went to Mr. Lemay, I found that he was not here and left a message saying that I would wait until tomorrow to come back. I came to Changxiang Street to find a place to stay first. But I didn't expect to meet Senior Sister Delakure here, which was so lucky!"

Hearing her words, Sherlock and Harry looked at each other quietly, while Furong said in surprise.

"You are here to find Mr. Lemay?"

"Senior sister, are you going to visit Mr. Lemay?" Criel looked very surprised. She raised her wrist, clenched her left hand into a fist, and her sleeves slid down some of her arms, "Can we visit together tomorrow? Let's meet in front of Mr. Lemay's house."

Sherlock looked at her arm and frowned.

Furong certainly had no objection to her small request.

"We will be at Mr. Lemay's house tomorrow at 9:00 tomorrow morning, and you can visit with us."

"Thank you, senior sister, then I won't disturb you and your friends for afternoon tea. Goodbye."

Criel seemed to have noticed Sherlock's strange look, she pulled her sleeve back to her original position, then said goodbye and left.

Sherlock looked at her left with a thoughtful look on her face.

Harry looked at him in confusion.

"What's wrong, professor?"

Sherlock came to his senses, shook his head and said nothing.

He seemed to have seen a tattoo on the girl's arm, the same logo on the necklace and the witch named Jonathan.

It may be a coincidence or it may be that he read it wrong, but Sherlock silently kept the logo in his mind, preparing to go to the bookstore in Changxiang Street to find information, and recall which book he had seen the logo in.

"By the way, what are you going to say just now?" Sherlock turned his head and looked at Furong, indicating that she could continue to say what she hadn't finished just now.

"No, nothing."

However, Furong was like a deflated ball at this time, and she didn't make up her mind to say what she wanted to say before.

They sat in the bar for a while, and then Sherlock went to Lihen Bookstore in Changxiang Street to find books. Harry and Furong were eating and waiting for him in the bar.

However, until dark, Sherlock couldn't find out which book he was in and saw the logo.

In the end, he had to leave Changxiang Street with this question and drove Harry and Fleur back to Dragul Manor.

Sherlock and the others will naturally live at Furong's house tonight.

Mrs. Delakur had prepared a hearty dinner, and Fleur's father also got off work from the Ministry of Magic and had dinner with them.

Mr. Dragur is a funny person. He talked to Sherlock about interesting things about the French Ministry of Magic and learned about Hogwarts' teaching life.

After a meal, the guests and the hosts had fun. The house elf Cecley had already packed up two guest rooms, and Harry and Sherlock went to bed early.

They will not only visit Nick Lemay again tomorrow, but also take Paris around.

The next day, sherlock woke up on time and on time.

The biological clock he developed in Hogwarts has been maintained even during holidays.

After waking up, I washed up and left the manor, ran around the path outside and came back.

Mrs. Delakur is busy with breakfast in the kitchen. Although there are house elfs in their family, perhaps out of hobbies, the foods the family eats are usually made by Furong's mother.

The little girl Gabrie was walking out of her bedroom with a sleepy eyes and saw Sherlock. She said hello in a tone that she was obviously not awake.

"Good morning, Brother Sherlock."

"Good morning."

Sherlock touched her head.

"Why do you get up so early?"

"Mom said, today I'll take me to the garden to find goblins." Gabrie said happily, "After catching those goblins, you must throw them away hard! Otherwise, they will come to the garden to make trouble soon."

"Then you have to work hard."

While Sherlock was chatting with Gabriel, Furong, who was stretching, also walked out of the bedroom.

She seemed to be sleeping a little confused, forgetting that there are more than three sisters and mothers at home now. Her pajamas followed her arms upwards, and a thin waist showed a dizzy and white look.

Sherlock turned his head as if nothing had happened and went to Harry's bedroom to call him up.

Furong later noticed her indecent behavior just now. Instead of showing the squeaky little girl posture, she raised her head with a proud look on her face.

It’s just that her cheeks occupied by a faint blush clearly showed that her heart was far less generous than she showed now.

Harry was picked up from the bed by Sherlock.

Since he was brought out by Sherlock from the Dursley family, he has become more and more fond of sleeping in.

"Stop sleeping, we are still busy today."

Harry agreed listlessly. He touched his glasses from the front of the bed with his hair like a chicken coop, and then went to the bathroom to wash.

Breakfast is grilled toast and grilled sausages.

Mrs. Dracour's craftsmanship is very good, and the toast tastes like no need for the bad meal Sherlock and the others had in Boothbaton.

After breakfast, they formally said goodbye to Mrs. Dracour.

After visiting Nicklemay with Fleur, they left here for a day in Paris. During this period, they were not going back to the Delacour Manor.

When he went out, Gabrie was held hands and waved to them by her mother. Mrs. Delacour invited them to come to their house to play next time when they came to France again.

Sherlock took Harry and Fleur to Nicklemay's residence again.

On the way, Furong asked them hesitantly.

"I really don't plan to stay at my house for another night tonight?"

Sherlock said casually in the car.

"No, when I brought Harry out, I agreed to his aunt. If I only took him out for two or three weeks and continued to stay in Paris, I wouldn't have much time to go to Sweden."

Harry said resentfully.

"Actually, professor, you don't have to send me home so on time."

"I hate people who are not trustworthy, so I won't be a person who is not trustworthy. You'd better be an honest child for me. Don't think about hiding the adults first whenever happens."

Sherlock taught Harry a lesson, and Harry listened honestly.

Although this trip undoubtedly greatly increased the relationship between Harry and Sherlock, he still remembered that this was his most beloved professor. After he was not familiar with it, he began to act recklessly.

Furong listened to the conversation between them with her face. For some reason, she looked a little bad.

But neither Sherlock nor Harry care much. Girls have a few days every month. If she is happy every day, then this girl would be strange.
To be continued...