The Wizards Road trip

"...Who will it be at this time?" Vernon glared at Harry, and walked to the living room door while teaching him a lesson, "Go Up Now! Any later and you'll have no dinner!"

Harry weakly agreed, and walked to the bathroom with his arms hung by his side.

After Vernon opened the door, he saw the imposing young man standing outside.

He stared at his small round eyes, and he could barely see the fat face on his neck, which had turned blood red because he had reprimanded Harry too violently just now.

"Who are you looking for?"

Looking at Sherlock's handsome appearance, Vernon ruled out one possibility after another in his heart and finally asked cautiously.

Sherlock had a friendly smile on his face.

"My name is Sherlock Forrest, your nephew Harry Potter's Defence Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Excuse me..."

"Bang!"

Looking at the abruptly closed door, there was less than a centimetre of space left from the tip of his straight nose.

The smile on Sherlock's face suddenly froze.

From the content of the first part of the book, he knew that Dursley was very unfriendly to wizards, but now, it can't be said to be unfriendly.

But full of malice.

Vernon, who had reacted violently and shut the door to death, stood panting and walked into his house with his slippers on his feet.

"Harry Potter! Harry Potter!"

He yelled, not only letting Harry open the door and stick his head out, but also letting Aunt Petunia, who was preparing lunch in the kitchen, and Harry's cousin, Dudley, who was playing games in the bedroom, come out of the bathroom. I came to the living room with a look of panic.

"What's wrong Vernon?"

Vernon didn't answer Aunt Petunia's question, he just glared at Harry.

"Forget about telling those freaks your home phone number! You even gave out your home address! Who gave you the guts? Harry Potter!"

Harry's face was full of confusion at this time, and he stared at Vernon, unable to think of any of his friends who would visit him during the summer vacation.

His doubts were quickly answered, because at this time the door of the Dursley's living room was suddenly opened from the outside, and Sherlock walked in from the outside with a blank expression.

Vernon showed fearless courage to protect his family at this time, with his arms outstretched in front of Aunt Petunia and his son Dudley.

But in Sherlock's eyes, he didn't even know whether the person who came here was malicious or not, and it was extremely stupid to blindly want to resist.

"Get out of my house! You are trespassing! I have the right to attack you!"

Vernon held a baseball bat in his hand, and he gave a fierce look.

Harry looked at Sherlock who came in, and he was stunned.

"Professor Forrest!"

Sherlock frowned at Vernon, he didn't move, the baseball bat suddenly broke free from Vernon's grasp and floated in the air.

"According to Ministry of Magic law, wizards can't take action against Muggles, but only if you don't behave aggressively. Mr. Dursley, do you know how dangerous your actions just now are?"

Instead of looking at the expressions on the Dursleys' faces at this time, he directly explained his purpose.

"I'm here under Professor Dumbledore's suggestion. He wants me to take Harry out to deal with some things during the summer vacation. I'm taking the liberty of visiting this time. Please forgive me if I disturb you."

Sherlock's attitude was impeccable, and at the same time, a letter flew out of his pocket and flew lightly in the air to Aunt Petunia.

"Professor Dumbledore asked me to bring it to you. He said that after you read the letter, he would let me leave with Harry."

Vernon's face was ashen, but he didn't speak again this time.

Aunt Petunia took the letter that flew towards her with a pale face.

She opened the letter with trembling hands, read the contents of the letter ten lines at a glance, and finally looked up at Sherlock.

"You're... a professor at that school?"

Sherlock didn't speak, he turned his eyes to Harry and asked him to introduce himself.

Harry was very happy to see how Vernon and Dudley were frightened by Sherlock's magic.

"This is the former outstanding graduate of Hogwarts, the top Auror of the Ministry of Magic Auror Command, the master of defence magic, and the teacher of Defense Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts - Professor Sherlock Forrest."

Sherlock rolled his eyes.

He said such a long prefix that the Dursleys probably couldn't understand it except a teacher.

This Dumbledore just wanted to use his full title to bluff people.

But the effect does look very good, and the Dursleys do seem to be fooled.

The person who was now communicating with Sherlock had changed from Vernon to Aunt Petunia, and she looked at Harry and then at Sherlock.

"How long are you going to take him out?"

Sherlock mainly wanted to go out to relax this time. He calculated the time and gave an approximate interval.

"About two to three weeks."

Aunt Petunia pursed her white lips and hesitated for a long time before she asked.

"What else does he need to bring?"

Everyone present heard what she meant, and she agreed.

Suddenly Vernon stared at her incredulously, Harry cheered excitedly, and Sherlock shrugged and replied.

"No need for anything, just bring what he needs as a wizard."

Harry immediately rushed to his room, where he had been living in a closet until last year when he wasn't tall enough for him to stay there when Aunt Petunia gave him a room that Dudley had vacated.

Soon he was carrying a cage with Hedwig the Owl in one hand, tucked his wand into his cuff, and ran out with a suitcase in the other.

"Thank you for your understanding, I wish you a happy life, goodbye."

Sherlock nodded slightly to the Dursleys and left with Harry.

The previously excited look on Harry's face froze completely when he heard Sherlock's last blessing.

After coming out of Dursley's house, he asked Sherlock in a panic.

"Professor, were you serious about your blessing to Aunt Petunia and the others?"

Sherlock said indifferently, "That's just a polite sentence. To be honest, I don't have a good impression of your aunt's family."

Harry breathed a sigh of relief.

Although he didn't like Aunt Petunia's family very much, if it was because of this, they would be cursed by Sherlock and live in pain all their lives, which Harry didn't want to see.

Then he asked excitedly.

"Where are we going, Professor? Did Professor Dumbledore give us some secret mission?"

He looked happy now, completely forgetting what he said in front of Hermione and Ron last semester that he would rather stay at the Dursleys than go to Sherlock in the summer.

Sherlock looked at the letter of introduction that Dumbledore had written to Nick LeMay, which had an address near Paris, France.

"No, we're just going to find a friend of Professor Dumbledore's."

He rubbed his chin and thought.

"I remember Nicolas Flamel was living in seclusion in Devon, but now I don't know why he went to France... It seems that the old couple likes opera. They went to France to listen to opera?"

"Nicolas Flamel!"

Harry repeated the name in surprise.

Of course, he was familiar with the name. In the first year, the Philosopher's Stone he protected from Voldemort's eye was Nick Lemay's.

"Yes, Nicolas Flamel, he destroyed his Philosopher's Stone, and there are still some attached magic and valuable fragments. If he wants to give it to some young people, Professor Dumbledore will let me take you. Go take a look."

Harry's face was full of interest, he asked.

"Then how do we get there? Floo powder? Apparition? Or on a broomstick?"

Sherlock shook his head, took out a business card from his pocket, and said casually.

"Let's go to the rental car company to rent a car and drive over there."

Harry opened his mouth wide as if he could put an apple in it.

"Driving... a car? You mean a car?"

"Otherwise, why would I tell your aunt to take you out for two weeks, use magic directly to go to France, and come back in less than a day."

Sherlock took him and reached out to stop a taxi. The driver frowned and glanced at Hedwig in Harry's hand, and finally let them sit on it.

In fact, even if it is a self-driving tour from Devon, England to Paris, France, it only takes two days to go back and forth, and even if you are in a hurry to come back, you can go back and forth in one day.

But Sherlock came out this time to relax his mind. He didn't think about going directly to Paris, stopping and stopping in the middle when he felt that it was almost time, and when would he go to the final destination.

He paid a deposit at the rental car company Sherlock went through the formalities, and rented a Ford sedan.

In his previous life, Sherlock got his driver's license when he was in college. Although the structure of the car in the UK was a little different from what he was used to, it didn't take long to get familiar with it.

After Harry got into the car, he released Hedwig from the cage and let it hop happily in the back seat.

He had never travelled far since he was born, and this time he was going to drive to another country with Sherlock, which made him feel extremely new and excited.

"Where shall we go first? Professor."

Sherlock is studying a map of Europe, and planning the next travel route.

But when he inadvertently looked up to see the baggy suit Harry was wearing, apparently the rest of his cousin Dudley's clothes, he said with a wink and a smile.

"We're going to the Muggle store to buy something, we're going to spend most of the time in this car, so we can buy more snacks."

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