Harry's excitement disappeared three minutes after departure.

He asked nervously with a pale face.

"Professor, have you really learned to drive?"

When Sherlock heard that his skills were questioned, he took out the original owner's driver's license in the UK.

"Just kidding, I've been driving for three years, okay?"

"No, no...don't look at me, professor! Look at the road! There is a tree in front of you!"

Harry screamed, Sherlock lightly braked with a relaxed look on his face, turned the steering wheel quickly, and then... the car turned off on the spot.

The difference between the left rudder and the right rudder is far less simple than Sherlock imagined, and the 1990s and thirty years later is still a bit different.

It made it not that easy for him to get started.

Harry looked shocked, while Sherlock caught fire again and comforted him.

"Don't worry, there was only a little accident, we will definitely... next..."

Harry jumped up from his seat like a frightened rabbit, and his head almost hit the roof of the car.

"I believe in your professor! Don't say it again! I believe in you!"

His voice was almost begging, and now Harry no longer desires more.

At Dursley's house, he only does housework, and he eats a little bit and gets scolded a few times. But if Sherlock accidentally says something wrong, then missing his arms and legs in the end is a blessing.

Sherlock shrugged helplessly as he saw Harry's reaction so violently, and began to seriously get to know the feeling of the right steward.

They came to the nearest shopping mall nearby and took Harry down to buy a lot of snacks. By the way, under Harry's touching and twisted expression, they selected a few suitable clothes for him.

Of course, Sherlock paid for these.

The original owner was not a rich man in the magic world or the Muggle world, but he also had a small savings.

Usually, Muggle's money doesn't have much chance to spend, so Sherlock doesn't feel heartbroken when using it.

They prepared all the supplies in the car, and Harry took this opportunity to write a letter to Ron and Hermione for Hedwig to send them so that they could understand their current situation.

Sherlock had already planned the route and headed to London first.

"How do we go to France? Professor." Harry asked while wearing his new clothes while eating potato chips.

Sherlock stared at the road conditions and replied.

"The undersea tunnel built by Muggle World, France and the United Kingdom, will not be accessible until this time next year, so we have to go to the Port of London, drive there by ferry, and then arrive at the northern French city of Caen."

In fact, if they use some wizarding methods, they will not need such trouble.

But Sherlock came out this time to relax, and it doesn't matter what method he used to get to the destination. As long as he is happy, anything can be done.

They had no idea of ​​staying in the UK for more time and went straight to London.

Devon was right next to London, and they arrived at the Port of London in just about an hour. Sherlock got off the car and bought a ferry ticket and boarded a French ship called Mont St. Michel.

The steamer sailed from the Thames into the North Sea, then crossed the Strait of Dover and headed to the French port city of Caen.

Harry and Sherlock lay on the side of the ship together, squinting their eyes and enjoying the sea breeze blowing their hair.

This is not the first time Harry has seen Dahai. Before the first grade starts, Vernon sent him an admission notice to avoid Hagrid, so he took his family to live in a reef hut by the beach for a day.

But the mood at that time was certainly completely different from now.

Looking at the scenery where the ocean and the sky connect into a line, Harry felt extremely happy.

"Looking at the seagull Harry, its wings seemed to be injured and it didn't fly so smoothly. But its tenacious spirit was touching, and I think it should be able to find a place to land safely."

Three seconds after Sherlock's speech fell, the seagull with wounded wings suddenly whined miserably. It used all its strength and finally fell pitifully into the surging sea water.

Harry's eyes stumbled slightly, and he turned his face and glanced at Sherlock who was still holding a telescope and looking at the scenery with interest.

Well, if Professor Forrest's mouth wasn't so deadly, maybe... no, he would have been happier.

Sherlock was whispering the sea breeze and looked forward to what kind of food they would eat when they arrived in France. When he went to the beach for a day, a surprise sound suddenly rang beside them.

"Sherlock!"

Sherlock was stunned at first when he heard someone calling his name, then he turned around in confusion and looked in the direction where the sound came.

It was a young man in his twenties. He had sunglasses on his face, shirt on his upper body, beach pants on his lower body, and a tie on his neck, and a look that he was obviously a wizard pretending to be a Muggle.

And Sherlock also noticed a small wooden stick he inserted into his beach pants pocket.

Magic wand.

"It's really you! Sherlock! I didn't expect to meet you here! It's such a coincidence."

The witch walked to Sherlock with a look of surprise and held his hand enthusiastically.

Sherlock looked at him with a confused look, sure that the person's appearance had never appeared in the original owner's diary, and then hesitated to ask.

"Who are you......?"

The smile on the witch's face did not decrease at all.

"You don't remember me anymore? But indeed, we only worked together for two days in the department, and you helped me a lot."

"I will introduce myself again. My name is Oliver Green, the Department of Magical Things and Disasters, and the Memory Removal Command Staff."

"When you were working at the Auror Command, I was seconded to help for two days. My boss, Celis, still threw a lot of work to me when I was seconded. Fortunately, you have helped me."

After listening to the story of the witch named Oliver, Sherlock, who had already recorded the original owner's diary, still did not recall any records. From this point of view, this incident was just a trivial matter for the original owner.

He said with apologies on his face.

"Sorry, I have no impression."

It can be seen that Oliver is indeed very enthusiastic, and he waved his hand generously and said.

"It's okay, you helped me, but later you quit. I never found the opportunity to thank you. I read the Prophet Daily a few months ago and heard that you are now a professor of the Black Magic Defense Class in Hogwarts? He also killed the Basil monster in the secret room last semester? Sure enough, no matter where you go, it's still amazing!"

Because of the report of the Prophet Daily, Sherlock is now a little famous person in the magic world.

"It's just to protect students."

"You have changed a lot than before, and now you are much more cheerful, which is a good thing."

Oliver became more and more interested. He looked at Sherlock, then looked at Harry beside him, and asked.

"Is this your relative? Where are you planning to go?"

Sherlock introduced Harry to him, which shocked him again, but he was very polite and did not ask as rudely as others to see the lightning-like scar on Harry's forehead.

"I came out this time for a mission given by the Ministry. The ghosts of the Headless Knights held a rally in Kent not long ago, but a Muggle secretly watched the whole process."

"The Muggle then told everyone that she saw the headless ghost holding a hockey game with her own head, and his family treated him as a mental illness and sent him to the Muggle's mental hospital."

"But then he sneaked out again. After I received the mission from the ministry, I followed him onto this ship and just cleared his memories of ghosts before I met you."

Oliver's work was very interesting, and Sherlock and Harry listened to him telling his mission experience with relish.

"Arthur is so happy recently. He won the annual Garon Award of the Prophet Daily. Now he is planning to ask the ministry for a few days off and the whole family will go to Egypt to travel to his eldest son."

Harry heard Ron's recent situation from him. He heard from his tone that he seemed to have a very good relationship with Mr. Weasley, and his name was very intimate.

"Are you guys driving out to play in Muggle cars?" Oliver asked.

Sherlock nodded: "Leased from Muggle's car rental company."

"Can I let me see your car? I'm very interested in Muggle's various machinery." Oliver asked embarrassedly.

They had been chatting on the boat for so long that Sherlock certainly would not refuse his small request.

Sherlock and Harry took Oliver to the Ford sedan they rented, and he immediately sat in excitedly.

"What a wonderful machine! Sometimes you have to admit the cleverness of the Muggles. Without magic, they can create something more magical than magic. Unlike the alchemy of the magic world, they have been regressing more and more over the years."

What he said made Harry and Sherlock feel good about him at the same time.

"But their imagination is still a little lower. Why can't they make a car that can fly in the sky?" Oliver said, turning to Sherlock, "You want to travel in France in this car?"

Sherlock shrugged: "If nothing unexpected happens, we don't plan to change..."

Harry only heard the first half of his words, and reacted in an instant with a pale face and interrupted quickly.

"Yes! If nothing unexpected happens, we will keep driving this car!"

Sherlock knocked his head in dissatisfaction.

"Peaceful! Harry, it's very rude to interrupt others casually."

The injured Harry could only bear the pain alone.

If he hadn't reacted just now, they would probably have to change their means of transportation soon.

Oliver's eyes were filled with restless light.

"For wizard travel, Muggle transportation is easy to use, but it is still a bit of a bad idea. Let me transform it for you, Sherlock, it can become a work of art in just a few simple steps!"

Sherlock hesitated.

"I think, still..."
To be continued...