[Comprehensive] The Witcher's Star Daily

Draco sat at the desk in a daze while holding Shia's reply letter.

It has been a year since the last battle.Since the appearance of Voldemort, a huge and immeasurable change has taken place in his life, which is destruction and rebirth.He doesn't know whether it's good or bad step by step to the present, one after another accidents and difficulties make him grow up, make him change, and finally become himself step by step.

In the memories of the past, the little milk dog could only show off and rely on his father. Draco, who thought highly of himself, had completely changed into the past. Everyone said that Draco Malfoy had changed, and the Malfoy family had changed. He knows how painful the price of growing up is.His father, Lucius Malfoy, was still in Azkaban, and the pure-blood nobleman he was proud of had become a complete joke.Although he didn't kill anyone at that time, it was an undeniable fact that their family was Death Eaters, even if they were not very loyal to Voldemort.After the final battle, Xi Ya spoke to him a lot of heartfelt words, but at that time, he was full of resentment and fear, and he couldn't listen to anything at all.Shia broke his wand, took away all the valuables on him, and the followers appeared and threw him on the streets of London. He still remembers Shia's cold face and sarcasm at that time.

'Ha, Draco Malfoy, don't you claim to be of noble blood?Don't use magic if you have the ability, try living in the Muggle world for a month! '

"If you have the ability, use your eyes that have been covered by pride, arrogance, jealousy and resentment to look at the unworthy Muggle in your mouth!" ! '

'Leave aside the blood, put aside the ridiculous arrogance of the Malfoy family, and see how powerful the Muggles in your mouth have become! ! ! '

'Draco, don't make me look down on you! '

'Don't make me think that you are really a little milk dog in other people's mouth! '

I have known Shea for 8 years, and it was the first time I saw her teach someone with such a harsh tone and blunt words, especially when that person was herself.It was also the first time he knew that it was more terrifying for a mild-tempered person to lose his temper than a hot-tempered person.

He was thrown out on the streets of London just like that.His remaining pride and self-esteem did not allow him to bow his head. He felt that he was only staying in the Muggle world for a month, and he wanted to see what was so terrible about the Muggle world they were talking about.

Draco thought about the original scene, stood up and walked to the pensieve in the corner, and drew out the memory of that time with his wand facing his temple.

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Draco, who was thrown on the London street, tightened his black cloak, walked out of the alley and saw pedestrians coming and going, and suddenly walked forward in a daze.

Draco thought this might be the worst day of his life?The great Malfoy living on the Muggle streets penniless?He could even imagine the faces of those people gloating when the news spread.Draco lowered his head and looked a little sleepy.

Sherlock was sitting by the window of a small street coffee shop, and Watson was sitting opposite him, and the two were talking about the case that had just been concluded.

"Okay, now can you tell me why that person is the murderer!" Watson protested dissatisfied.

"You saw it, but didn't notice it. The proof is right in front of your eyes, John."

"Hey! I can't see any evidence at all!!" Watson sat opposite Sherlock, and he was so mad with anger at his mentally retarded expression!

Sherlock ignored Watson's suffocation, turned his head to look out the window, and saw Draco walking on the street in a daze.Draco looked at himself in the memory, then looked up at Sherlock who was looking at him in the coffee shop and Watson who was chattering on the side, showing a faint smile.

"Hush—" Sherlock signaled Watson to be quiet.Sherlock looked out the window at the big boy who was looking around blankly.

A large black cloak, embroidered with dark patterns, gorgeous and retro; good manners; clean but slightly messy clothes; a proud expression of confusion but repulsion...

"What are you looking at?" Watson watched Sherlock staring out the window without blinking.

"Ha, there's something interesting." Sherlock said excitedly, putting down his glass and getting ready to get up.

"Wait! Tell me what's wrong first!!!" Watson grabbed the opponent's wrist first.

"That big boy in the black cloak outside the window." Sherlock said excitedly.

"Hmm, I saw it. And then." Watson asked strangely. He was just a big boy in strange clothes. What's there to get excited about?

Sherlock stared at the figure and explained quickly, "The black cloak is gorgeous and retro, embroidered with dark patterns, and it should be the family crest on the chest; this kind of cloak from centuries ago, he didn't do it for showing off or playing tricks. Handsome, that's how he usually wears, ha, he looks like a nobleman. The lonely but confused look is obviously strange to everything around him. The clothes are clean but there are obvious signs of being dragged, it seems that he has been searched He is very unfamiliar with the surroundings but appears here, which means that he was "brought" here suddenly. When someone passes by, it is not his etiquette but obvious disgust to retreat and avoid contact, regardless of gender! Either he Either nobles hate commoners, or he hates humans..." Watson listened to the words and deeds of Sherlock's chattering analyst, Draco, with a dazed look on his face. "Okay, now we can go and meet this big boy from the aristocratic era~" Sherlock went out before Watson could react.Watson quickly took out the money and put it on the table, and followed him away.

Sherlock deliberately bumped into "Sorry, my friend is drunk." Watson supported Sherlock cooperatively.

Draco frowned and took a step back, avoiding Sherlock who almost ran into him again.Without looking at the two of them impatiently, he turned and left.

"Hey, aren't you in trouble now? Do you have somewhere to go?" Sherlock wanted to find an excuse to strike up a conversation, but when he saw the badge on Draco's chest and saw that Draco was about to leave, he stopped him directly. .Watson was so embarrassed that he didn't know what to do.

"Who are you?" Draco turned his head and stared at Sherlock fiercely.

"Sherlock, Sherlock Holmes."

"Hey." Draco snorted coldly, "Who the hell are you! Who sent you here!" Draco subconsciously wanted to take out his wand from his cloak, but only realized that the wand was taken by Shia. It's broken.

"Wow, is the weapon taken away?" Sherlock looked at Draco's ugly expression, "Ha, the weapon was damaged by someone? Oh, that person is still your friend?"

"Who the hell are you, and how do you know?" Draco asked through gritted teeth, and he swore that if it wasn't for the fact that he couldn't use magic now, he promised he would look good without a wand!He doesn't only have staff magic!

Sherlock ignored Draco's ugly face, and repeated his analysis, "So, did you travel through time and space? Or did you come from some strange world?"

"Stay away from me while I don't want to cause trouble." Draco held back his temper and controlled himself not to run wild.Hmph, grandstanding Muggles.

"Wow, I don't think you have a place to go, I can provide you with a place to live." Sherlock said quickly, he was very curious about him now, and of course he didn't want to let it go.

Draco turned to leave, but Sherlock subconsciously reached out to stop him.Draco grabbed the hand that was reaching out to him, leaned back sideways, slightly bent his elbow, and gave him a hard crutch.Sherlock was thrown back by the blow to the stomach, almost falling.

Watson saw that the two of them were about to make a move, so he hurried forward to stop him, "Hey, hey, don't do it, he really has no other intentions." How could Draco listen to what he said, and when he saw him come to stop him, he waved his hand Gave him a right uppercut.Watson straightened up and touched the sore left cheek with his thumb. He felt that the child was really uneducated, so he responded with a straight punch to Draco.

Draco, who was used to using magic, did not perform well in fighting, so in 2v1, Draco was severely repaired without using magic.Just when Draco was so angry that he wanted to use magic regardless, he waited for a long time to see his brother on Baker Street, and received a tip that Sherlock and Watson were fighting with someone, but Mycroft, who came in a hurry, saw Here comes a person who shouldn't be here!

Mycroft got out of the car, waved his hand, and asked people to separate the three of them. Before Draco wanted to make a change, he smiled and said hello, "Mr. Draco Malfoy, good evening."

"Who are you! How do you know me." Draco was shocked.He was sure he didn't know each other.

"Mr. Malfoy, are you sure this is the place to talk?" Mycroft turned his head with a smile, and the secretary took the initiative to open the black and long Lincoln car door, "Mr. Malfoy, can you talk in another place?" Draco's heart tightened, and he pursed his lips. Without speaking, he sat in his car gracefully with his head held high.

Mycroft looked at Watson and Sherlock with scratches on their faces, and said helplessly, "Together?"

"Hmph." Sherlock snorted coldly, and got into the car first, and Watson nodded and followed.

Sherlock inquired about Draco's background along the way, no matter what he said, Draco would at most respond with a sneer, ignoring all his questions, and his disgust towards Muggles deepened.I was thinking about the old man beside me telling me about his identity, and I was a little nervous.

"Who the hell are you? How do you know me!" Draco was still young, looking calm, smiling and nodding while facing his gaze, a gentlemanly Mycroft asked impatiently road.

"Draco Malfoy, ancient pure-blood wizard blood, the only son of Lucius Malfoy and Narcissa Black Malfoy. Your grandfather's name is Abraxas Malfoy..." Mycroft looked at Draco with a smile Ko spoke eloquently.

"Who the hell are you! How do you know the history of our family!" Draco said excitedly, he couldn't believe that someone knew so much about his family, and he was still a Muggle!

"Hey, he's the British government!" Sherlock interrupted, with a look of disdain and impatience, as if to say, 'Are you stupid? '

"Ha, incompetent Muggle government? You?" Draco sneered arrogantly.Sherlock suddenly felt that the young man was good-looking, especially pleasing to the eye.

Mycroft wanted to roll his eyes helplessly, with an expression of 'Why are my brother and this kid so stupid'.