[Comprehensive] The Wizard and the Fugitive

"How long are they going to be like this?" Draco slipped into the kitchen and closed the door, finally getting some time alone with William.

Since returning from Zabini Manor, 220 Baker Street has almost become a public area, and the two neighbors next door have never been outside, and they come here every day.Mrs. Hudson has been busy with her social life recently and has no time to take care of them, so the detective and the doctor seem to be unable to be alone in their own 221b, and focus on the 220 next door.

William never liked to go out, and recently he concentrated on brewing potions for Draco, and then coaxed him to drink them. Every time they went, there must be someone at home.

While wiping the plate, William smiled and shook his head: "If no one pushes them, they will probably be in this state for a long time."

Draco bumped his head against William's back in frustration, and rubbed his forehead against him: "I don't want to see them anymore these days." Sherlock and Watson just have the ability to make the place where they are full of embarrassment.

He lay on William's back for a while, stood up abruptly, snatched the unwashed dishes from William's hands, and put them into the sink.

"We're going to Diagon Alley today."

William raised his eyebrows: "What are your plans?"

Draco shrugged and said indifferently: "Originally, this plan has not come yet, but since Miss Skeeter has joined, even if the time is a little earlier, it can be started earlier."

William smiled, without asking Draco what the plan was, and he pulled himself out of the kitchen and into the cloakroom.

"Hurry up. I'll contact Deni now." Draco shouted excitedly, obviously the new plan could stimulate his enthusiasm and bring him back to life from a listless state soon.

"What are you going to do?" Watson asked in the living room.

Sherlock's voice appeared at the same time, just coincident with his: "You go to Diagon Alley? How about taking me?"

As soon as the two finished speaking, they quickly glanced at each other, and fell silent at the same time. The awkward atmosphere was a little stronger than before.

Draco couldn't help but rolled his eyes: "No! You have to stay here."

"Why?" Sherlock asked angrily.

"William and I took you to the wizarding world and saved John. You have to give something in return." Draco clasped his hands on his chest, and demanded of course, "I have a serious business to go to Diagon Alley today. I can't take Hope with me, and Mrs. Hudson just doesn't have time to take care of her..." He glanced back and forth at Sherlock and Watson, and Sherlock's sensitive sense of danger immediately turned red, and he waved his hand vigorously: "No! you can not do that!"

However, his objection had no effect. Draco had already walked into the bedroom in three or two steps, carried Hope out, and stuffed it directly into Watson's arms.The bewildered doctor hadn't figured out what happened. As soon as the baby's soft body touched his hand, he immediately hugged Hope reflexively.

"John!" Sherlock held his forehead helplessly and unconsciously raised his voice.

"What's the matter?" Watson looked at him with a frown, his dissatisfied eyes made Sherlock's next words stuck in his throat, and finally he could only admit defeat in discouragement.

It never occurred to him that he could actually leave first and leave the task of taking care of the baby to Watson, not only avoiding the trouble of being a nanny, but also avoiding the embarrassment of being together.

William came out of the cloakroom, glanced at Watson who was holding Hope and Sherlock with a dejected face, his eyes lingered on Sherlock for a while, and said with a smile: "In this case, then Thank you for helping take care of Hope."

Watson froze for a moment before realizing the seriousness of the problem. "Wait!" He hurriedly wanted to stop Draco and William, but the two wizards didn't intend to leave through the gate, but in the blink of an eye, the two people in front of them had disappeared.

After a period of reconstruction, Diagon Alley has largely returned to its original appearance, at least not looking so dilapidated.All the walls have been repainted, the stone road has been repaved, and even the green plants on the roadside have been replaced with new ones.

Most of the shops have not had time to open yet, and some old shop owners who stick to it are gathered in the middle of the street, waiting for today's protagonist to arrive.

Draco and William Apparated to the corner of Diagon Alley and Diagon Alley, wearing baggy cloaks, passed through the crowd unobtrusively, and entered an unassuming potions shop.

There is a sign of closure at the door of this store, and all kinds of decoration materials are piled up in a mess. It has not been cleaned up at first glance, and no one will come in.

Denis was waiting for them in the store.In the messy shop, there was only an empty space in the center, where there was an old sofa. Deni lay on it with his legs crossed, looking boredly at the crowded wizards outside the window.

He was probably summoned by Draco forcibly from some hot occasion. When he saw Draco and William coming, he immediately jumped up and complained, "Is there anything that must be arranged today?"

Draco shrugged, didn't pay attention to his complaints, just patted him on the shoulder: "Today is a working day."

Deni: "..."

"I'm curious, how do you usually spend your working days?" Draco asked with raised eyebrows.

"Of course it's work." Deni replied dryly, poking his head out exaggeratedly to look outside: "I just sent out a notice that the president of the Merlin Group would come to take a look, but I didn't expect that the wizard who came for me would have so much."

Draco smiled, and let go of the topic just now for the sake of Deni's good business ability: "Of course they will come to see you. You are now a big figure in the British magic world, and the wizards thank you for your willingness to lend a helping hand , to help them rebuild their homes. The Ministry of Magic also thanks you, because you have 'balanced' Slytherin, making it impossible for us to become the 'savior' of the British wizarding world." Speaking of which, Draco curled his lips, very dismissive He continued: "It seems that the whole world likes the title of savior as much as they do. I don't have a savior plot. It doesn't matter what the wizards say about me. Anyway, I was only for Slytherin, only for Malfoy."

"Selfish Malfoy." William shook his head, jokingly calling Draco the prefix given to him by the Daily Prophet.He patted Denis on the shoulder: "Unlike you, Mr. Bartolome, the president of the Merlin Group, the whole wizarding world is spreading news about you. In their eyes, you are a pure-blood Muggle wizard from Italy. A kind person who is willing to give a helping hand.”