Nick LeMey’s Visitors

Where wizards walked, a bar would follow.

Having lived in the wizarding world for a year, Sherlock always felt that this extraordinary world, in fact, was behind Muggles by a full century in terms of social structure and customs.

Just like in the magical world, the manifesting potion that could make the people in paintings come to life had been invented for so long, but no wizard has thought of applying it to other aspects.

Like making a movie or something.

Therefore, under normal circumstances, the entertainment activities of wizards are very scarce.

When I was young, I could play Quidditch. When I was old, I could only sit in a bar, drink two glasses of wine and brag.

This also resulted in the existence of bars as long as it was a magical street.

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

Fleur took Sherlock and Harry to push the door and walked into a bar called "Astral". It is said that the owner of this bar opened a retired Unspeakable from the French Ministry of Magic, and some of the food in it tasted very good.

"Are you going back to England after visiting Mr. Flamel? Weren't you going to stay and tour for another two days?" Fleur asked casually, dangling the orange juice in the glass with a straw.

With Sherlock there, of course, he wouldn't let these two minors drink, and even he didn't drink it to set an example but asked for a glass of lemonade.

"We're going to continue to visit Sweden." Sherlock made a temporary plan. "After all, we finally made a trip. Harry and I originally planned to go to Sweden and then come to Paris. If we hadn't picked you up at the side of the road."

Of course, Harry had no problem with Sherlock's arrangements. He could go anywhere, the later he returned to the Dursleys, the better.

Fleur struggled as if she wanted to say something, but when she was struggling for a long time and was making up her mind to say it, a voice beside her suddenly called her name.

"Sister Delacour!"

They turned their heads and saw that it was a girl with freckles who spoke to Fleur.

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

Fleur looked at her face with a confused look.

"You are?"

"I'm Beauxbaton's fifth-year student - Marianne Creel, you may not know my senior, but I have always admired you!" She said with bright eyes.

There are not many students in Beauxbatons, but there are not many. Of course, it is impossible for Fleur to recognize all of them, but there are almost no people who didn't know her in school.

The unique appearance of the Veela blood has made her always the center of attention to the students.

"Hello, Marianne, you also live in paris?"

Although Fleur didn't want to chat with others when she was having afternoon tea with Sherlock and the others, she was a junior at her school after all, and everyone came over to say hello, so it wasn't very good to ignore it directly, so she just asked a question casually.

The girl named Marianne shook her head.

"No, an elder in my family gave me a letter of introduction, telling me to come to Paris to find Mr. Flame, but when I to Mr. Flamel's house and found that he was not there, leaving a message saying that he would not be back until tomorrow. I walked around to find a place to spend the night first, but I didn't expect to meet you here, I'm so lucky!"

Hearing her words, Sherlock and Harry glanced at each other quietly, and Fleur said in surprise.

"You also came to see Mr. Flamel?"

"Sister, are you also going to visit Mr. Flamel?" Creel looked surprised, she raised her wrist, clenched her left hand into a fist, and her sleeve slid down to reveal a small section of her arm, "Then we can be together tomorrow. To visit? We will meet in front of Mr. Flamel's house."

Sherlock frowned as he looked at her arm.

Fleur, of course, has no objection to her small request.

"We'll be at Mr. Flamel's house at nine o'clock tomorrow morning, and you can visit with us."

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

Marianne also seemed to have noticed Sherlock's strange eyes. She pulled her sleeves back to their original positions, then said goodbye and left.

Sherlock looked at the back of her leaving with a thoughtful look on his face.

Harry looked at him suspiciously.

"What's the matter, Professor?"

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

He seemed to have seen the same crescent moon tattoo on his arm on the girl's necklace with the name Jonathanon on the crest.

It may be a coincidence, or he may have read it wrong, but Sherlock silently memorized the sign in his mind, preparing to go to the bookstore on Place Cachée to find information and recall which book he saw that sign in.

"By the way, what were you going to say just now?" Sherlock turned to look at Fleur, indicating that she could continue with she what she was saying.

"No, nothing."

However, at this time, Fleur looked like a deflated ball, not as determined as before to say what she wanted to say.

They sat in the bar for a while, and then Sherlock went to look for books at the Bookstore on Cachée, where Harry and Fleur were waiting for him with something to eat.

However, until it was dark, Sherlock didn't find out which book he saw the sign in.

In the end, he could only leave Place Cachée with this question in mind and drove Harry and Fleur back to Delacour Manor.

Sherlock and the others will naturally be staying at Fleur's house tonight.

Madame Delacour had prepared a sumptuous dinner, and Fleur's father had joined them from getting off work at the Ministry of Magic.

Mr. Delacourt is a fun-loving person. He chatted with Sherlock about a lot of interesting things about the French Ministry of Magic and also learned from him about the teaching life at Hogwarts.

After a meal, the guests and the host enjoyed themselves. The house elf Chuckley had already prepared two guest rooms, and Harry and Sherlock went to bed early.

Not only will they visit Nicolos Flamel again tomorrow, but they will also take a tour of Paris.

At dawn the next day, Sherlock woke up on time.

The biological clock he developed at Hogwarts kept on going even during the holidays.

After waking up and washing up, he left the manor, took a lap on the road outside and came back.

Madame Delacour is busy with breakfast in the kitchen. Although there are house elves in their family, it may be out of a hobby. The meals that the family eats are usually made by Fleur's mother.

The little girl Gabrielle was walking out of her bedroom sleepily, and when she saw Sherlock, she said hello in a tone that was obviously still awake.

"Good morning, Sherlock."

"Good morning."

Sherlock stroked her head.

"Why do you have to get up so early?"

"Mom said to take me to the garden to find gnomes today." Gabrielle said cheerfully, "After you catch those gnomes, you must throw them away! Otherwise, they will still be there in a short time. Will come and make trouble in the garden."

"Then you have to cheer up."

While Sherlock was chatting with Gabrielle, the stretched Fleur also came out of the bedroom.

She seemed to be a little confused when she slept, forgetting that there was more than her sister and mother at home. The pyjamas followed her arms, and a dizzying white greasy hair swayed around her slender waist.

Sherlock turned his head nonchalantly and went to Harry's bedroom to wake him up.

Fleur also noticed her indecent behaviour just now. She didn't show the awkward little girl attitude but raised her head arrogantly.

It's just that on the cheeks occupied by a faint blush, it can be seen clearly that her heart was far from being calm as she appeared to be.

Harry was lifted from the bed by Sherlock.

Ever since he was taken out of the Dursleys by Sherlock, he has been eating more and more and prefers to sleep in more and more.

"Don't sleep anymore, we're still busy today."

Harry agreed listlessly. With his hair like a chicken coop, he reached for his glasses from the bed and went to the bathroom to wash up.

Breakfast was toast and grilled sausage.

Madame Delacour's culinary expertise was very good, and the taste of toast was not as bad as Sherlock's meal at Beauxbatons.

After breakfast, they formally said goodbye to Madame Delacour.

Before visiting Nicolos with Fleur, they spent a day in Paris and left here, not planning to return to the Delacour estate.

When going out, Gabrielle while being held by her mother waved goodbye to them. Madame Delacour invited them to come back to their house the next time they came to France.

Sherlock took Harry and Fleur together to go to Nicolos Flamel's residence again.

On the way, Fleur asked them hesitantly.

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

Sherlock drove the car and said casually.

"No, when I brought Harry along, I talked to his aunt. I can only take him out for two or three weeks, if I stay in Paris, I won't have time to go to Sweden."

Harry said bitterly.

"Actually, Professor, you don't necessarily have to send me home on time."

"I hate people who don't keep their word, so I won't be the type of person who doesn't keep their word. You'd better be an honest child for me, and never keep their word."

Sherlock taught Harry a lesson, and Harry listened honestly.

Although this trip undoubtedly greatly closed the relationship between Harry and Sherlock, he still remembered that this was his most beloved professor.

Fleur listened to the conversation between the two of them with a face irritated. For some reason, she seemed to be in a bad mood.

But Sherlock and Harry didn't care too much. Girls, there are so many days in a month. If she is happy every day, then the girl is strange.

Before they got to Nicolos Flamel's house, from a distance, Sherlock and the others saw several people dressed as wizards wandering around.

Harry said suspiciously.

"Why don't they go in? Has Monsieur LeMay not come back?"

Sherlock parked the car on the side of the road and took Harry and Fleur to the front of Flamel's house.

The men lingering in front of the door were clearly wizards.

They wore long robes, and some even wore pointed hats undisguised. If there wasn't a Muggle Repelling Charm near the house, it would have attracted a lot of onlookers.

Fleur looked among the wizards but did not find Marianne, the same schoolgirl she met in the bar yesterday.

Sherlock asked a wizard about the situation.

"Mr. Flamel has come back. A house elf came out just now and told us to wait outside for a while. Mr. Flamel will come out to receive us when he is ready."

"Receive?" Sherlock asked suspiciously.

"Yes, because the people we came to visit happened to be together. Mr. Flamel's house doesn't have such a big place, so he can only come out to entertain us."

Sherlock thanked the wizard and returned to Harry and Fleur.

"They said that Mr. Flamel has returned, but we have to wait outside be received."

Harry looked at the wizards waiting in front of the door, and at a cursory glance, there were about a dozen of them.

"Even though there are many people visiting Mr. Lemay, why did they all come here on the same day?"

Fleur thought for a while and said, "Maybe some people came here very early and didn't see Mr. Flamel, but then saw the message he left on the house number, so they just got together today."

They stood in front of the door and waited for a while, but Fleur still didn't see Marianne.

Sherlock shrugged.

"It may be that he had something to do temporarily and was delayed."

Just as Sherlock finished speaking, in Flamel's courtyard, an old man with white hair opened the door and came out of the house.

The wizards who were waiting at the door gathered around.

"Mr. Flamel!"

They greeted respectfully.

This is the first time Sherlock has seen with his own eyes, a wizard who is, in a sense, more famous than Dumbledore.

Nicolos Flamel was a French-born wizard in the 14th century.

With alchemy, he created the philosopher's stone, an alchemical invention that could turn stones into gold, and make an elixir called the elixir of life.

And relying on this, he and his wife have lived from the fourteenth century to the present.

Whether in the wizarding world or on the Muggle side, there are legends about him.

As the first and only person in history to create the Philosopher's Stone, Nicolos Flamel was famous in any country.

there weren't many wizards who did not grow up listening to his legends.

So after learning that planned he to destroy the Philosopher's Stone and planned to give the fragments away, the wizards who used to be acquainted with him asked their apprentice to come over, hoping to get a piece.

And these young wizards also showed great respect after seeing Flamel himself.

Sherlock and the others did not immediately surround him like the others, Fleur frowned at the visitors.

"Jonathan didn't come either."

"The wizard you suspect has something to do with the goblin who stole your wand?"

"Yes, when we first met, he wanted to go with me on the grounds that he would also come to visit Mr. Flamel. But for some reason, he didn't come today."

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Editor: Yes I know the title should actually be Nicholas Flamels Visitors but I did say I would keep the title exactly to the MTL to make it easier to find

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