Harry was marveling at the size of the principal.
He believed that if Mrs. Maxim and Professor Dumbledore were allowed to fight alone on the premise that no one could use magic, even the three Professors Dumbledore would not be her opponent.
“Thank you for your concern, but with Professor Forrest here, we were safe all the way,” Harry said.
Mrs. Maxim nodded, as if she had something else.
“You can go to the banquet hall to try the Provence fish soup (French mixed fish soup). I have always thought the craftsmanship of the house elf in our school is pretty good. I’m going to handle some official business. I wish you all a happy time in school.”
Looking at her leaving figure, Harry quietly approached Sherlock’s ear.
“I think she might be related to Hagrid!”
Sherlock directly bounced Harry’s head, causing him to hold his head and wail.
“I said that you should avoid talking about others behind your back and not joke about other people’s special things. This is not good.”
When facing Sherlock’s teachings, Harry was still very honest.
They continued to stroll in Boothbaton, and they met a student who stayed at school and talked to her for a while about her usual life at school.
From her words, it can be heard that the atmosphere in this school is more serious than that of Hogwarts, with only a lot more rules.
Or Hogwarts was not as relaxed as it is now. It was only after Dumbledore became the principal that the atmosphere became relaxed.
At noon, they tasted the mixed fish soup recommended by Mrs. Maxim in the banquet hall in Boothbaton.
Harry and Sherlock were not used to drinking it, and they prefer to eat baked toast here.
The heat is good, the taste is great, and it is highly praised by the savior Mr. Porter.
After lunch, they sat in the garden for a while, sucked food, and got up and prepared to leave Boothbaton.
Sherlock’s itinerary in France was temporarily planned.
For example, when he came to Boothbaton, he made the decision when he was in Caen.
And what they were going next was to listen to the opinions of Garrell, the chief affairs teacher who put them in Boothbaton.
“Next to the Muggle town called Saint-Godang at the foot of the Pyrenees, there is a wizard market town called Aspe. There are France, Portugal, Spain and some African wizards. You can go to the warm bar, the red wine and steak there are very good.”
After getting on the flying car again and walking north along the Pyrenees, Sherlock and Harry found the wizard town named Aspe.
It looks even better than HogsmeadeMore lively.
The main reason is that the Pyrenees are located at the junction of Spain and France. If it spans the ocean, it is not very far from Africa.
So not only French wizards, but also wizards from neighboring countries gather in this town to play, with the most prosperous magical commercial streets in southern Europe.
Seeing that about one-fifth of the streets were black, Harry couldn’t help but sigh.
“There are quite a lot of African wizards here.”
Sherlock patted his shoulder and asked him to listen carefully to the black wizards. Then Harry realized that most of these people actually spoke French.
“They are all French!” Harry asked with his eyes wide open.
Sherlock sat at him with a booing gesture, signaling him to lighten up.
“This is normal. The concept of pure blood of wizards in France is not as strong as that of Britain. Their mixed-race wizards and Muggle wizards account for a very large proportion. The French Muggle society now has a higher rate of black people, and the magic world is naturally affected. So don’t just see a black wizard and think that they are African.”
Harry nodded in a vain and followed Sherlock on the streets of Aspe’s Wizard Town.
It is indeed very lively and should be regarded as the main gathering place for wizards in southern Europe. Harry bought a lot of fun things along the street.
In the wizard society, there is no need for Sherlock to pay Harry.
According to the wizard, Harry’s ancestors opened a shampoo company, and the property he left behind was much thicker than Sherlock’s small vault, and he was a real big dog.
Just when Sherlock was being pestered by the owner of a potion store to sell him the antidote for love, Harry suddenly seemed to have made some major discovery, widened his eyes in one direction, and his whole body became dumb.
The shop owner who Sherlock got rid of noticed Harry’s strangeness and looked at him, finding him looking at a young wizard girl.
The witch had bright silver-white hair, delicate facial features, and white skin as white as snow. The most important thing was that the whole person exuded a fascinating temperament.
The experienced Sherlock was not charmed by the witch. He knocked his eyes with his empty eyes and was stunned by Harry, and woke him up.
“Hey, hey, your saliva is about to remain on your chest.”
Harry suddenly turned red and his face was flushed and rubbed his mouth in a hurry, but found that there was nothing on it.
“You lied to me! Professor!” Harry said resentfully.
“If I don’t wake you up, your drool will really flow out.” Sherlock said as he grabbed himHarry was still reluctant to leave, and took him away, “That girl has a problem. She should have the blood of a special magic creature, otherwise she would not unconsciously exude that temperament. I advise you to be more sober.”
As the time approached, the sky was getting darker. Sherlock directly took Harry to find the warm bar recommended by the old witch Garrel and walked in.
The warm bar is just like its name. The atmosphere inside is indeed very warm. The warm yellow lights and soft music make the whole bar look very stylish.
Sherlock took Harry to find an empty seat by the window and sat down, and ordered two steaks and a bottle of red wine.
“Do you want to try it again this time?” Sherlock opened the red wine and signaled to Harry.