Delacour Estate

Harry never felt that the nickname he was given had any merit. He always thought that people like Sherlock were real wizards worthy of admiration.

So when he is boasting about Sherlock, he was much more proud than when his name was recognized.

Fleur listened to Harry's words, stared at Sherlock's profile for a long time and carefully observed it, making sure that she seemed to have seen him somewhere.

After thinking about it for a while, she finally remembered.

"I remember, the front—page of "Astronomer Daily" (a French local magic newspaper) reported your news, saying that you were the first person in more than 20 years to be in that year for two years in a row."

Sherlock was speechless about this report.

But think about it, compared to the Chamber of Secrets and basilisks that non-Hogwarts students don't know about, or the position of professor of defence class that has always been cursed, the fact that someone has survived the curse was the most eye-catching.

After knowing that Sherlock and Harry were both famous people in the UK, Fleur's heart that had been vigilant even when she got in the car relaxed a little.

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

Harry also gradually broke away from the feeling of being charmed after getting close to Fleur.

Now he is looking at this girl, except that she feels a little too beautiful, her character is arrogant and even a little rude, and there is nothing special about her, and he can't help but wonder why he has been obsessed with her before.

At this time, Sherlock suddenly asked.

"Do you have Veela blood in you?"

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

"My grandmother was a veela, and I'm a quarter of a veela."

Sherlock nodded thoughtfully.

"That's no wonder."

Harry, a student who usually only knows how to play at school, does not read any extracurricular knowledge books at all, but he is confused.

"What is a veela?"

"You can think of them as human beings with special bloodlines." Sherlock explained to him, "In the division of various countries, veela are categorized as a branch of human beings, but they are born with beauty that is unsurpassed by ordinary people, and With the ability to charm, you can make the opposite gender attracted to them at first sight, and they are fascinated by it, but..."

Sherlock originally wanted to say that when Veela is angry, it will turn into a magical creature called a "Harpie", and educate Harry that beautiful things are sometimes not as perfect as people think. They also usually have an ugly side.

But because Fleur was by their side, it was difficult to talk about this topic, so she didn't say anything later.

Harry's eyes were now as big as bull's eyes.

"Then Miss Delacour actually has that kind of charm magic on her body?"

Sherlock tapped him on the head, motioning him to pay attention to what he said, the word charm is not very pleasant.

"Then why don't you have a problem with them, professor?" Harry couldn't help but ask Sherlock suspiciously.

Sherlock doesn't know why Fleur's charm is useless to him. Maybe her ability is not as powerful as the real Veela, or maybe Sherlock's soul is strong enough to be immune to charm. Anyway, he wasn't affected.

"Because you told me things about the both of you, I won't be mad at you but be careful of what you say, Harry."

Fleur wasn't fully listening to their conversation. She seemed to have thought of something, her face was dark, and she seemed to be in a bad mood.

Harry thought it was his own problem and stammered an apology.

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

Furong shook her head.

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

Sherlock didn't understand what she meant. Wands were important to wizards, yes, but they weren't very precious.

There are many wand shops, and you can buy one for less than 10 Galleons. A wizard family with a profound background like Delacour, as long as they are willing to spend money, will give her a different wand every day, three hundred and sixty-five days a year. Money was not a problem.

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

"My grandmother's hair was used for the core of the wand," Fleur said, pursing her lips.

Sherlock shook his head sadly.

"It really is a meaningful wand, but if you don't catch the thief on the spot, it's not very likely you'll get it back."

It wasn't a big possibility, but after you finish speaking, the possibility of getting it back is too great!

After Harry listened to Sherlock's words, he complained silently in his mind.

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

Sherlock changed the radio station in the car, listened to French folk songs and continued to drive with peace of mind. Harry was still playing with the camera. He seemed to have discovered the joy of photography, but because there was not much film, he didn't dare to shoot randomly.

But a small sudden sound suddenly caught Sherlock's attention.

He looked into the rearview mirror, just in time to see Fleur's shy and panicked eyes avoiding his.

Harry was still unknowingly studying the zoom problem of the camera. Sherlock continued to drive as if nothing had happened, but he was actually paying attention to the shops on both sides of the road, and it didn't take long for him to be next to a road restaurant.

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 so much, aren't you happy I'm treating you to afternoon tea?"

After they got out of the car, Sherlock glanced at Fleur who was still sitting in the back seat and couldn't get down.

"Come on, I'll treat you."

Fleur certainly saw that Sherlock came to the restaurant this time for her. She pursed her lips and got out of the car, followed Sherlock's side, and said in a voice not much louder than a mosquito.

"Thanks."

"You're welcome."

Sherlock didn't mean anything else, just to see that the girl was quite pitiful, plus they had at least two days to get to Paris, so she couldn't be left hungry anyway.

At the restaurant, Sherlock ordered only two desserts for himself and Harry and then watched Furong drinking fish soup.

It could be seen that she liked the taste of this fish soup, and enjoyed the different flavours

When she was full, Sherlock also lent her his wand and let her use a cleaning spell to clean up some of the dirt on her body before continuing on the road.

They arrived at Clermont-Ferrand, a city in central France, in the evening, where they found a hotel to rest for the night and resumed their journey after having breakfast the next day.

Until noon, they finally came to the suburbs of Paris.

Seeing that she was about to get home, Fleur's mood had improved a lot. She didn't continue to hold the air on the way after lunch. She talked and laughed with Sherlock and the others, and invited them to come to her house to visit.

Sherlock and Harry naturally did not refuse. Paris is both their destination and the end point of their trip and with a local person leading it was naturally better than the two of them wandering around on their own.

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

Under the guidance of Fleur, Sherlock drove the car to a small town below Paris. In the most remote corner of the town was the Delacour family's manor.

Compared to the Burrow, Delacour Manor was much larger.

The Muggle repelling Charm was apparently also imposed here, and normal people passing by here would not pay attention to the prominent medieval manor by the roadside.

Sherlock parked the car outside, and Fleur led them into Delacour's house.

They just bumped into a house-elf head-on.

"Miss! Why did you come back?" said the house-elf, looking at Fleur in front of the garden, "Madame has been talking about it for several days, and if you don't come back tonight, she would go out with her master to find you. ."

"Something went wrong on the way, Chuckley."

Fleur happily introduced Sherlock Harry and Chuckley to each other.

"This is Chuckley, my house-elf. These two are Sherlock and Harry, and if they hadn't helped me on the road, I wouldn't know where to go."

Someone in the house heard the movement and pushed the door and walked out. It was a little girl with cloudy silver-white hair and a almost carved face.

"Sister!"

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

Furong held her and turned around twice.

"I'm back, Gabrielle."

Then a beautiful woman with an elegant temperament and a charming appearance similar to Furong walked out. She saw Furong's eye circles instantly turn red, and tears almost fell.

"Didn't you get a letter of introduction from Madame Maxime when you went back to school? How come you have only come back now."

"Something happened, Mom." Fleur put down Gabrielle in her arms and didn't dare to tell her about the loss of her wand the first time, but pulled Sherlock and Harry to introduce them to them.

"Here's Sherlock and Harry Unless for the both of them for helping me, I wouldn't be back for weeks, they're going to be in Paris for a few days, so I've invited them over to the house."

Sherlock reached out and shook Madame Delacour's hand.

"My name is Sherlock Forrest. This is my student Harry Potter. It's a pleasure to meet you."

Madame Delacour thanked him gratefully.

"Thank you for your help. My daughter's personality is a little bit bad I'm sorry for what you had to bear on the road."

Even little Gabrielle who was standing beside her bowed crisply and said.

"Thank you for helping my sister."

The Delacour family are very well-educated, except for Fleur who is a little arrogant, but the overall feeling is not disgusting.

After the family invited Sherlock and Harry into the living room, Madame Delacour asked Fleur and Gabriel to chat with them and prepare lunch by herself.

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