Fascinated

Joshua, who thought he could tell Stark some inside information tonight, saw the three figures leaving in a hurry, and suddenly his shoulders fell—he was really nervous for nothing, and he was still thinking about how to convince Stark that what he said turned out to be nothing. Too late to speak.

"Don't worry." Draco led Joshua to the corner, glanced at the lost and a little anxious, and said casually when encountering something, wishing Gryffindor could take care of it in the next moment. , "There are still three weeks, there is always a chance to tell them." He shook the goblet and looked at the frowning cohabitant again, and snorted displeasedly, "Don't make yourself so nervous .”

Joshua pursed his lips and looked at him.

"Okay, letter from Potter," Draco restored the smile on his face, raised his glass and nodded to the lady who greeted him, "will arrive in New York in three weeks with that Harry Osborn .”

"What?" Joshua raised his eyebrows in surprise, and his attention was suddenly diverted.

"Someone didn't give up, and promised many benefits to the British government. That Potter was probably forced to contact the US Ministry of Magic because of his face?" Draco looked around at the scene where the cups were being exchanged. Every slight change in their facial nerves, he looked at those people with ulterior motives and smiled mockingly, "But I don't believe that he will obediently be restrained by others, it should be because he happened to have something to go to that lady, so he agreed smoothly." gone."

But whether this savior with a strategy in mind will do his best to help... that's hard to say.

Draco's eyes slid over a certain corner, and a deep disgust appeared on his expression instantly.Joshua, who didn't notice this, lowered his head thoughtfully and nodded, "That's really hard for him."

"Tomorrow," Draco raised his eyebrows noncommittally, "I can't entertain that gentleman with you." Out of the corner of his eyes, he glanced at the position just now - the two people standing there had already left.Draco withdrew his gaze, and picked out a pastry for Joshua from the long table, "I'm leaving for three days, you should be careful by yourself."

Joshua wrinkled his nose, took the plate and asked, "Is it dangerous?"

"They call it a 'vacation'." Draco paused for a moment, shaking his head. "It shouldn't be a dangerous mission, but an activity that allows me to integrate into...the group more quickly." He glanced at the ice in his glass Chun, took a sip of champagne and praised, "They are very good."

Really high praise.

Apart from a few household names in the wizarding world, it was the first time Joshua heard Draco complimenting others.

Joshua shook his head in amazement.

"Don't cause trouble." Draco stared at a cohabitant who caused trouble without paying attention, and he didn't know how many times he cleaned up his tail since he was a child, and he emphasized again.

Joshua stared at him with his plate up, "Do you think I'm a troublemaker?"

Draco turned his eyes and couldn't help laughing, then turned his face to look at Joshua who was staring at him with disbelief, a perfect smirk was drawn on the corners of his thin lips, "Please help me recall the memory, back then Who kicked the door of my bedroom away? I also lost hundreds of Galleons for it."

Joshua wished he could smear the cake on his face, "It happened because of Draco!"

The fourth-year Triwizard Tournament had turned into a crisis due to a nightmare from the Savior, the day Joshua noticed that Draco hadn't even come to the lobby for breakfast.He who has always been paying attention to Draco's movements couldn't help but ask a few more questions, and the senior Slytherin told him worriedly that the prefect didn't seem to get up yet.

The door was also locked with a spell.

Joshua felt something was wrong—although he didn't really want to admit that he cared about that venomous guy Draco, but the fact was that he took a few bites of bread in a hurry and knocked on the cold senior's phone Door.In the past, when he knocked for the third time, Draco's slow and arrogant voice could be heard from inside the door, but this time there was no response for a long time and the magic wave on the door was not his The familiar one.

problem occurs.

Joshua seemed to see three big bloody characters printed on the dark pattern door.

At that time, Professor Snape was no longer working at Hogwarts for some reason, and the new dean of Slytherin was a middle-aged man who was incompetent.He couldn't wait for the new dean to figure out something like get the headmaster over or something--damn it!The Dean couldn't even open Draco's door!He was so angry that he kicked open the door of Draco's bedroom - Draco, who had been cursed, fell to the ground unconsciously, and Joshua hurriedly sent him to the medical room with a blank mind.Then, Joshua, whose anger burned his mind, turned Hogwarts upside down with a cloudy face, and finally found out the powerful elf belonging to Voldemort in the kitchen—he was beaten to death by Draco , hiding in the fireplace to be rescued by the master.

Really loyal~

It was the first time that Joshua showed his cruelty in front of so many people-no one had seen him angry before, Draco always protected him very well, and the 'war' between the colleges also Never got him involved.This of course sparked a lot of gossip, but those rumors died down with Joshua's violent act of violence that nearly ripped the kitchen down that day.

Fortunately, the trio who followed him made a timely move to prevent him from punching the Hogwarts kitchen and cellar open.

Otherwise he would have the cheek to make Draco lose more money.

He remembered the mocking tone of the 'stingy' to the bill he handed him after waking up.

"Before you encounter danger, protect yourself first." Draco glanced at Joshua who had recovered from his memories, and reminded him again that his expression was a little unsightly when he thought of his 'brilliant' past.

Draco seemed...too concerned about his own safety.He always likes to treat himself like a little girl and arrange his whereabouts very well before the storm comes—even though Joshua...is not very obedient at all, he always walks in the storm, and he never will abandon the arrangement.

What on earth is he thinking?

The thought that had been dormant for half a year came to his mind instantly, and Joshua couldn't help but turned his head and glanced at the cohabitant sitting beside him - because Stark had drunk some wine, he specially arranged for someone to send Draco and Joshua go back.

In the dimly lit rear compartment, the sweet and greasy aroma of wine lingers in the nostrils.

Draco was looking out the window in silence, slowly turning the ring with his fingertips.Joshua knew it meant he was thinking, and he didn't intend to say anything to him at this inopportune moment—the Stark called Draco to stop him before leaving, and talked to him for 10 minutes. What's the matter.

Joshua looked at Draco's pointed chin, and just as he was about to turn his head back, Draco's left hand - the hand with the ring on it suddenly dropped down and rested on his right hand on his lap.

……

If it was my seven-year-old self, he might even jump up and beat Draco who was 'taking advantage'.But after ten years of "indecent assault", Joshua has gotten used to this little habit of thinking - if he sits next to Joshua when he thinks about a problem, in all likelihood, the habit of turning the ring will become The movement of kneading Joshua's little hands.

He didn't feel that this action was very...

Does he even know what he's doing?

Joshua rolled his eyes for the ten thousandth time, and Draco's fingertips began to press unconsciously on the back of his hand - well, Joshua turned to look out at the neon lights - and began to play Played "Black Swan", I'm glad he changed to a piece that wasn't Schubert.

Joshua made a face at the car window.

He still remembered kicking down the door of the room - about three days later, Potter, who didn't want to sit still, went to invite Slytherin's power circle to participate in his plan.At that time, the core figures of the other three academies were also there, and twenty or so people occupied the space of the Room of Response, discussing excitedly how to effectively deal with Voldemort in the transformed conference room.

Joshua, who didn't have that wisdom, didn't know what was the use of being there.He hid in the corner and dozed sleepily, vaguely aware that Draco was starting to use his hand as a decompressor again.He didn't care too much, he was used to it anyway, he just curled up on the sofa and muttered—"Listen to me, Draco, I know you always press something when you think, but look at For my mother's sake, it's my hands not the piano keys, so can you stop pressing the back of my hand like a key?Also, don't keep playing a piece of music, okay? '

The movements of his hands didn't stop at all because of his 'resistance', but the voice of discussion in his ears became lower and lower - Joshua opened his eyes in doubt, and what he saw were twenty or so shocked, determined and The triumphant look of "I knew it was like this"... as if he had guessed the exam question.

The steel-straight Joshua just rolled his eyes at those classmates who seemed insane to him at that time, withdrew his hand and kicked Draco, who was obviously wandering, got up and approached Bo, who was sitting in the center. Next to Draco - Draco should be sitting here too, probably only Merlin knew what he was doing in the corner.

Joshua shrugged his shoulders at the eccentric Potter, but he didn't understand the strange look in the eyes of the world-savvy savior. He just went to the sofa and dozed off again wrapped in a blanket—naturally. I didn't see the relieved expressions of the two ladies who had occupied Draco's left and right hands all year round.

It seems that after that time, the two ladies stopped being too intimate with Draco...

Joshua frowned and held his forehead helplessly.

"Mr. Peverly."

The appearance of the bank manager interrupted Joshua's thoughts. He stood with his hands down on the left side, looked at Joshua with a wandering expression and smiled, "Good day. Mr. Draco has already called us to explain the situation. There are three documents that need to be submitted. Your signature, please follow me."

It was Draco's second day out of New York.Just this morning, he called Joshua to come to the bank to sign some documents for him, roughly entrusting a manager to help him manage some assets.

This is actually very dangerous - Joshua stood up with a nod, glanced out of the corner of the eye - a slightly familiar man with freckles was sitting in a corner of the bank, with a quaint suitcase at his feet.He glanced hastily, turned his face without paying much attention, looked at the back of the professional-looking man walking in front and thought—for Malfoy, who attaches great importance to development, the only person who can intervene in family affairs is the next successor. Only the other half of the head of the household has this right.

When Draco finished talking about it, Joshua still had a rare look of embarrassment.He didn't feel like he should say yes, but unfortunately, Draco the 'Ghost' didn't give him the chance at all.

The guy who was supposed to stay in school and become the king of Slytherin hung up the phone after talking on his own, and let Joshua listen to the busy voice to be silly.

He is not afraid of emptying his family by himself...

Well, he doesn't have that brain either.

The evening light penetrates into the glass wall, casting colorful spots on the peripheral corridor of the VIP room.Joshua, who was muttering, signed the contract and came out, nodding and smiling at the assistant who was standing slightly bent at the door.He tried his best to calm down the strangeness and irritability in his heart. He thought about the terrible contracts he signed just now, and shook his head with his shoulders—that is, Draco. If anyone asked him to act as an agent for this kind of documents, He would run away in fright.

Joshua took a deep breath, lowered his eyes, and walked back to the bank lobby along the original road without seeing any joy or anger. When the elevator door opened, he suddenly noticed an unusual atmosphere.

This 120-year-old building has a magnificent interior. It is basically a check-in point for Internet celebrities. It is usually lively and lively, but at this moment, under the huge dome, the atmosphere is gloomy, and there are faint weeping Voice.

The gold-clad dome is connected to the magnificent marble floor, and the lights on the top of the load-bearing columns emit dazzling light, illuminating the entire huge interior without any dead ends.

A group of strange figures with bad eyes appeared in Joshua's field of vision, and they all held weapons of various colors in their hands.The bank staff and customers, without exception, all sat obediently—like throwing handkerchiefs in a circle, not daring to move at all.Joshua noticed a security guard lying ten steps away. He didn't know whether he was alive or dead--the film and television dramas really don't lie, every time a bank is robbed, the security guard dies first.

Joshua was calm, and looked at the counter in a leisurely manner, wondering if anyone had been beaten for pressing the alarm button.He pursed his lips and felt a hot gaze, turned his head, and behind the group of murderers, he saw Peter hiding in the crowd and blinking at him desperately.

Why are you everywhere...

And you, a Spider-Man, squatting here...

Joshua looked a little strange, and what shocked him even more was that the little freckle he saw before took out a small wooden stick from his sleeve—Merlin!He turned out to be a wizard!

"Squat down!" The group of murderers felt offended when they saw Joshua, who looked like he was shopping in a mall, and shouted angrily, pointing their cold guns at him—"Squat down!"

Joshua was a little dazed, he raised his hands stupidly and was pushed to squat to a corner.He looked at those trembling people, and thought about what was going on.

...is this a bank robbery?

Robbing a bank in front of a superhero?

He immediately looked at the group of murderers with a sympathetic expression—it’s so pitiful, it’s okay to meet a little spider, but also a wizard... Wait!

Joshua showed an expression as if he had been struck by lightning, and instantly turned his head in a terrible arc, his eyeballs were about to fall out, looking at the restrained man who seemed to have no attack power.

Oh Merlin!He said why is it so familiar!

Outstanding graduate of Hogwarts!The portrait on the wall of the Hufflepuff who loves magical animals in the wizarding world - Newt Scamander!And that box!

Joshua glanced at the small suitcase in which the fire dragon was hidden in the legend, and then looked up at the ignorant murderer who thought that the weapon was in his hands. Cold water can get stuck between the teeth, and things like robbing a bank are even more impossible.

A superhero plus a wizard, and a bunch of scary magical creatures... It would be a shame if it couldn't beat this group of big guys who only rely on weapons to tears.