[Comprehensive] The Wizard and the Fugitive

"What charades are you playing?" Harry asked blankly as he was dragged out of the minister's office by Hermione's wrist.

At this moment, Hermione, who was in a bad mood, glared at him, turned her head and left directly, leaving Harry, who was confused, standing stupidly in the corridor of the Ministry of Magic, being visited by officials who came and went.

220 Baker Street.

Draco nestled by the bay window, surrounded by a circle of various pillows, enveloping him in softness.The sunlight dimly passed through the thin clouds and shone on the old books in his hands, blending with the magic accumulated in the long flow of time, forming a layer of dim yellow.

It was a particularly quiet afternoon, without all the troubles of the wizarding world, and without disturbing neighbors next door. Hope fell asleep in the crib.There was a burst of sweetness from the kitchen, which was Draco's favorite smell.

He closed the book and threw it aside, stretched, slowly got up, swayed into the kitchen, stuck to William's back, and stretched his neck to see what delicious food he was cooking.However, when he stood on tiptoe, his vision was still obstructed, and he had to face the height gap between him and William.

Draco raised an eyebrow, and poked William's waist very displeased.The man who was smiling with his back turned sideways, pulled him in front of him, wrapped his arms between his arms, and rubbed a little sweetness on his arms by the way.

"Hey!" Draco stared at him seemingly dissatisfied, but his eyes were full of smiles.

William bent down and licked at the sweet spot, the tip of his nose running down Draco's arm and kissing his engagement ring lightly.

He raised his eyes, and his deep eyes looked gently at Draco's eyes, making the boy unable to bear to turn his face to avoid this overly sweet stare, and the corners of his mouth curled up uncontrollably.

The semi-finished strawberry pie that has just been processed and has not been put into the oven is placed in front of it.Draco took an unused strawberry and put it in his mouth, the cold and sweet taste made him squint his eyes and snort in enjoyment.

William smiled, holding the tray in one hand, and wrapping one hand around Draco's waist, the two clinging tightly together, they moved towards the oven clumsily.

After everything was settled, William washed his hands and took Draco to the studio.The crucible used to make the potion was still on the table, and next to it was a bottle of fresh potion.Draco took a step back reflexively, and William grabbed his shoulders naturally.

"Remember what you promised?" William asked softly in his ear, his gentle voice deliberately suppressing Draco's favorite bass, but it failed to make Draco show his fascinated eyes again.

The boy frowned and looked disgusted: "I really regret that I shouldn't be impulsive."

William laughed: "This medicine is good for you, don't just care about its taste."

Draco curled his lips. Of course he knew the benefits of this potion. It was the ancestor of the Malfoy family who provided the prescription. How could he not leave a record for future generations, so that such a perfect prescription could be passed down.

But even if he understands the truth, it doesn't mean that he has to accept this taste-destroying potion ecstatically.

With just one look, William could tell that Draco was racking his brains to find a way to avoid today's "compulsory class".He smiled, took the method he had used last time, drank the potion himself, and then suddenly kissed Draco's lips, forcing him to swallow the potion before he could react. medicine.

"You can't do this every time!" Draco covered his mouth and said in pain.Seeing William smiling, he didn't listen to his words, and immediately said seriously: "I'm going to leave a psychological shadow, and I will refuse to kiss you in the future."

William took out a candy out of nowhere and brought it to Draco's lips, beckoning him to speak with a smile.This look of not being nervous at all was so unsightly that Draco simply bit his hand.

The residual strawberry smell lingered on the tip of his nose, Draco let go and looked again, there was already a circle of obvious teeth marks on William's fingers.

"Won't you hide?" Draco frowned.

William shrugged indifferently: "I have to calm you down first."

Draco opened his mouth, wanting to say that he was not serious about being angry, but looking at William's smiling face, he knew that this person had already seen that what he said was not serious, but at the same time he also saw that he was not serious. He was indeed very unhappy by the smell of the potion, so he cooperated with him and obediently let him take a bite.

"Happier now?" William stroked his head, running his fingers through the platinum-blond hair, stroking easily.

Draco curled his lips, raised his chin arrogantly, and refused to answer William's question.

Recently, the Ministry of Magic needs to pay more attention to their internal problems, and for a while relaxed their attention on Slytherin.Brace is taking this opportunity to exaggerate the influence of the Slytherins in the arctic circle.Although the Ministry of Magic has the right to own the route, more and more wizards know that it is Malfoy who "takes a risk" and obtains this route to save the British wizarding world from Petrovich and Schiller. It is "dedicated unselfishly to wizards and wizards all over England".

This is completely different from the selfish and indifferent Slytherins in the rumors, but the wizards are more willing to believe their own personal experience than rumors that cannot be traced.Since the route gave them the guarantee of living, then Draco Malfoy was their savior, and they were willing to believe in Malfoy's innocence.

The Merlin Group is also in action, and the reconstruction of Diagon Alley is about to be completed, and the street in the future will be even more beautiful than it was before the war.Most of the businesses that moved away from Diagon Alley are coming back one after another, and some people may not be able to come back, such as the Daily Prophet, their former place has been occupied, and the new Magic Post, edited by Rita Skeeter, has settled in belong to their place.

As for Draco, it was a bit boring without Kingsley recently, so that William was especially free to brew the complicated potion, and then forced him to drink it.