Fascinated

The traffic in Washington has not been very good, and the cars that are jammed together after get off work can circle the White House a dozen times back and forth.

Fingertips tapped his thighs unconsciously, and Joshua, who had remained in a sitting position for twelve minutes, glanced at Draco——from his angle, he could see the other's crystal-clear eyes, he admired in his heart, and looked away He turned his head and landed on the side of the smooth traffic, and asked seemingly unintentionally, "What did Mr. Graves say to you? You seem to..." He turned his head with a smile, "Where did you get me?" is you?"

He had contacted and apologized to that Mr. Reaser long before he came to Washington, and they changed the date of meeting to Monday night-Peter's knowledge competition happened to be tomorrow morning, and Joshua planned to go to the scene to cheer him on after that. Back to New York.

Draco knew all this, and he didn't choose to avoid him when he called.Joshua bowed his head, fingertips - so Graves must have said something to him that upset him, and Draco made an excuse to leave.

"Ha." Draco chuckled lightly, with a hint of sarcasm flashing in his eyes, "What else could it be? You can't expect a person... who hates all Death Eaters and their descendants to have a good look at me, right? ?”

"Draco." Joshua frowned and said displeasedly, "You are not."

"I know." Draco turned away, glanced lazily at the rearview mirror again, and said casually, "It's just a metaphor."

"Metaphors don't work either." Joshua frowned and looked at him with burning eyes, "Don't you know that if you repeat one thing often, that thing will become a true prophecy? The cult organization Death Eaters, It's not something to show off, and Uncle Malfoy has paid a great price for it." His eyes were full of seriousness, and he said in a strong tone, "You are not allowed to say such things in the future."

Draco turned his head and raised his eyebrows pretending to be surprised, looking at Joshua, and the rising end sound could float to the sky, "Joshua, not only are you able to command me with ease, but now even my..." He Clearing his throat, he frowned in embarrassment, "Do you have to restrain your thoughts and actions?"

"It's not a constraint." Joshua said with his eyes lowered, "Anyway, I'm not sure if I'm not sure." He turned his head to the side, and personally demonstrated what it means to refuse to answer.

"Joshua," the 'Long Dragon' finally started to move, Draco slowed down, and the black truck in the rearview mirror was also slowly driving behind, he took a deep look at the car from other places The license plate number, but the tone was unhurried, "You didn't do me any favors before, and now you want to interfere with my affairs with just a word..." The road finally opened up, he stepped on the accelerator, and the sports car turned Entering a seldom-traveled street, "Only Mrs. Malfoy has this privilege, do you mean?"

"Draco," the conversation came to an abrupt end, because Joshua noticed the truck that had been following them in the front mirror, he squinted his eyes and sat forward, looked at it for a while and said affirmatively, "It's been following us."

Draco turned his face in disappointment.

"After coming out of Congress." Joshua turned a blind eye to Draco's disappointment, he frowned and analyzed seriously, "Could it be related to the 'betrayer'?" He glanced at the time again—17:52PM. "After all, he won't be a good person." Joshua said and glanced at the black car that was following closely. I can't see that person's information.

Joshua frowned, and glanced at Draco hesitantly, "What are you going to do?"

There happened to be a fork in the road ahead, Draco loosened his grip on the steering wheel, turned his head and smiled at him—just when Joshua was still wondering what he meant, the speed of the sports car suddenly accelerated, and Joshua Shuya bumped into the chair unexpectedly and frowned reflexively, and even though the unprepared black car chased desperately, it still lost its target after a corner.

The driver wearing a mask is like a mouse who lost his cake. He drove around a few times in disbelief, rolled down the window at the entrance of the alley in vain, and looked at the street with no mouse. knocked on the steering wheel.He kicked the inside of the car ventingly, shook the pole and the car reversed and wanted to leave, but there was a loud noise, and it sounded like something hit the rear of his car.

Could this be a child?Or a dog?

He remembered seeing it when he came, and there were no trash cans or stakes or other public facilities on this road that he could just hit.Excluding all possibilities, the biggest is only this.

He hit a 'thing' that was about as tall as the car's butt.

A trace of surprise flashed across the driver's face. He rolled up the window instantly, checked the driving recorder, and then slowly raised his head to glance at the rearview mirror—quietly, under dusk, an orange big The cat patrols the street on model steps.

There was nothing unusual, and he took a deep breath—and there was no cry for help.The driver covered his mask, carefully observed the surrounding surveillance cameras, started the car again, and there was another familiar loud noise.

Now, even a fool knows something is wrong.

The driver who did something wrong for the first time instantly remembered those ancient proverbs about revenge. In a panic, he stepped on the accelerator to the bottom and pushed the gear forward. The car that reached the top speed was about to rush forward—— ——The hard-wearing tires rubbed against the ground and made a screeching sound, and the car body made a crunching sound of machine deformation. Even so, even if the rear of the carriage began to be pulled and deformed-it was still as if it was nailed in place. move.

"NONONO." The driver's forehead was covered with layers of cold sweat. From the mirror, he could clearly see white smoke coming out of the tires. He gritted his teeth and slapped the reverse wheel fiercely, "Quick, quick!"

"Dong dong."

Among the noisy sounds, the two knocks on the glass were like a burst of thunder, which made the driver tremble instantly. The moment he jumped up, his head hit the roof of the car with a loud noise, which was astonishing. Makes the scalp sore.

The driver didn't dare to cover his head, his face was pale, trembling as if he had something wrong with him, his eyes were bloodshot and he turned around - the handsome man stood outside the car window and mouthed to him ——

"Get off."

The scene was a bit stalemate, the driver was panting heavily and hid in the car as if he was about to faint in the next moment - he thought that as long as all the windows were locked, he could always delay for a few minutes.Then, naively, he saw the young man outside the car door say something to the back of the car, and then he pulled out a long wooden stick from the ladylike bracelet in his hand as if doing a trick.After a thin ray of light, the pickup truck that seemed to be singing crazy rock and roll was completely ignited, unable to make a single sound.

"Joshua, can't you just puncture the tire with something sharp?" Draco frowned and waved away the choking smoke in front of him with his palm, "Even if it is, just use a small Charms do too."

"Aren't you afraid that I'll just blow up the car?" Joshua touched the pendant and rolled his eyes, "We'll pay for both of us."

Draco glanced at him, pursed his lips and turned his face away distractedly.

No one in Hogwarts knows more about Joshua's strength than him.The Peverly family, the heir to the family who is always mentioned with a touch of pity, may be really helpless in some cultural courses, but any courses related to actual combat, such as magic defense courses, he His results shouldn't have been like that—it was just because he couldn't control his magic power very well, so Joshua simply restrained all his power.

Draco has seen Joshua who is doing his best, and because he has seen such a beautiful and charming him, he can't see Joshua wronging himself in order not to hurt others.

Joshua, who didn't feel wronged but knew that Draco was distressed, clapped his hands and stood beside him with a smile. Instead of continuing to answer the conversation, he glanced at the man with dilated pupils who seemed to be passing out, "Oops, he You're going to faint, Draco."

Joshua stuffed the handkerchief into his arms, stretched out his hand and pulled the car door down——

"Ha." Draco first glanced at the veil that was embroidered with the Malfoy clan crest and was wiped black, and then it was not surprising to see that the driver flipped through the door the moment Joshua tore it open. The white eyes fainted - thank God, at least he was still twitching and didn't die directly, "You scared him, Joshua."

"Why are you so timid?" Joshua squinted his eyes, squatted down, and patted the driver's cheek with his hand—like a 'dead man' without any response, he stretched out his hand and pulled off the obtrusive mask, muttering Asked, "Is he a bad guy after all?" Joshua looked at the 'Affiliation: Unknown' on the driver's head and frowned, "Or is this a guy who becomes a Buddha with a thought and a demon with a thought?"

"You want to do something bad and haven't had time to do it?" Draco understood the complicated Chinese sentence. He played with his wand, his eyes flickered, and then he reached out and lifted Joshua's collar to the side. The wand With a flick - "Inspiriting!"

……

Joshua looked back at him with the corners of his mouth twitching—well, Graves must be mad at the Slytherin, and really mad.He shook his head and turned his head, glanced at the driver who was slumped on the ground and was slaughtered, scratched his chin, took out his mobile phone, and opened the dialog box of the 'Star-Spangled Banner' netizen.He remembered that this netizen said that he knew a few people in the bureau, maybe he could ask him to help check the driver.

"Clark." Draco withdrew his wand, his face somber that he could squeeze out ink.

"What?" Joshua, who was responding to the concern of the netizen, looked up in surprise, "Shouldn't he be in England?"

"It seems that someone helped him escape successfully." Draco gritted his molars and took a deep breath. "Unfortunately, there is no more news in his memory."

Joshua stuffed his phone back, and his tone was relaxed as if this matter had nothing to do with him, "What else did you see? Sam is dead, why does Clark still find someone to follow us? He wants to... ..." He made a gesture of wiping his neck, "or..." Joshua, who loves suspense novels, lowered his voice and said with a shrug, "There is still someone behind the scenes?"

Draco didn't answer, and turned the ring around his lips to show a cold smile, "Let the police station deal with it." He didn't give the man on the ground a look, and said to Joshua with all his attention, " I'll take you to dinner first."

He turned around and walked back, lazily responding in Joshua's voice of "you don't care", "I promised Aunt Diana that your affairs are the top priority. Even if Clark appears in front of you "He waved his wand, revealing a sports car occupying half of the alley, "I have to make arrangements for you first."

"So," he asked softly over his shoulder, "what do you want to do me favors?"