[Comprehensive] The Wizard and the Fugitive

Changed two words, readers who have read it don't need to care.

The distance between the two buildings was too much beyond the range of the pistol, and Draco still slept soundly, completely unaware that someone had aimed at his head just now.

On the other side, Moriarty threw the gun, walked up to William, stared into his eyes, tilted his head and asked, "Are you angry?"

The distance between the two was very close, and they could vaguely feel each other's breath.William lowered his head slightly, and let out a helpless sigh against Moriarty's ear: "I'm starting to wonder if death isn't worth worrying about for you."

"Death?" Moriarty backed away in horror, "No, no, no, don't die! The game has just started." Speaking of this, he stopped walking, put on a face of fake enlightenment, and gradually evolved into a clown-like Exaggerated smile: "That's why you didn't kill me, right. Dear, dear Sherlock! Since he has chips in his hand to make a deal with you, how could he allow me to be killed by others!"

chips?William raised his eyebrows, and Moriarty noticed the slight change in his expression immediately.

"Accident? Come on!" He cleared his throat, and sang the tune of the Christmas carol. "Thanatos, Thanatos! You're the scavenger. Poor little Jim can't figure it out."

"So, Mr. Scavenger, can you tell me how you and your little friend survived the explosion?"

William thought for a while: "The Chamber of Secrets."

"I've checked number 220, there's no secret room."

"Maybe your toy has a quality problem."

"Never happened, impossible."

"lucky."

Moriarty smiled perfunctorily.

William sighed and shrugged: "I can't think of any other reason."

Moriarty took out an envelope and handed it over. Seeing that William didn't intend to accept it, he put it directly into the other's coat pocket: "I have a ready-made reason here, and you will be interested."

The envelope contained two invitation letters, one for William Schiller and one for Draco Malfoy, inviting them to participate in the private exhibition held at Wanggui Underground Clark tomorrow night.As for what's on display, it's not written above.

"I don't want to go." Draco pinched the invitation letter with his name on it with two fingers in disgust, walked to the trash can, and let go.

He still clearly remembers the cramped Room 37 there.For several days before William appeared, he could see people every day except when injecting drugs, and only the desperate scratches left by his predecessors on the wall accompanied him at other times.The Muggles inspected him as if it were a piece of cargo, and wrote down a bunch of data in the form to calculate the price.Several times, he tried to mobilize the magic in his body to use wandless magic, but he never succeeded, not even a magic riot.It was the place he didn't want to set foot again in his life, where his weakest and most unbearable memories were hidden, and it was disgusting to think about it.

William watched silently, snapped his fingers when he let go, and the invitation flew back to the table before it fell into the trash can, and placed it with his own.

"You have to learn to deal with it," he said.

Draco frowned: "But I hate Clark."

"Hate it?" William smiled, jokingly said, "Aren't you afraid?"

These words seemed to ignite the fire, and the reluctance on Draco's face was instantly replaced by excitement and indignation. He stepped in front of William, and shouted in a bravado, "I'm not afraid of a Muggle!"

More than ten years of Malfoy-style family education made Draco completely unwilling to admit that he had fear of a Muggle in his heart. The moment he was exposed, his mind was full of eager rebuttals that overwhelmed everything, making him just like this Shouted it loudly at William, presumptuous and disrespectful.

He was so absorbed in his emotions that he didn't notice that William's amber eyes had turned a dangerous dark gold for a split second, making him more of a vampire than a wizard. "You don't know what he did to me!" Draco continued hoarsely, mentioning the experience that he had been vaguely past in front of William for the first time: "I didn't have a bed there, no window, bathroom It's just a plastic basin, two meals of bread and mashed potatoes a day, and a physical examination..." Speaking of this, he sniffed, how could the young master of the Malfoy family think that he would experience such a thing.

The boy's wet blue-gray eyes looked over accusingly, causing the gold in William's eyes to fade like a tide.He didn't notice it himself, but when Draco looked over, his first reaction was that he was afraid that his eyes would scare the boy.

He raised one hand in a gesture of surrender, and brushed the other at the corner of Draco's eye, and said softly, "Well, I was wrong, you just hate him." Coax the children His tone made Draco look away in embarrassment.

"But I still want to take you with me." William rubbed the top of the boy's hair: "You have a wand now, don't you, as long as you want, Clark can become a dead man at any time."

The next night, William and Draco arrived as scheduled. Neither of them wore a mask, and walked into Clark's underground kingdom openly.Clark, who could turn into a dead man at any time, changed his casualness when they met last time and welcomed them at the door.

"It's a great honor to meet you, Your Excellency the Earl." He held William's hand with a smile on his face. "I have always had some business dealings with the Schiller family, but unfortunately I have never had the chance to meet you." He said and turned his eyes to Draco, his smile remained unchanged: "This is?"

"My student, Draco Malfoy," William said.Compared with Clark's enthusiasm, William's attitude was much colder, and he obviously didn't pay attention to the man who was older than him in front of him.Even so, Clark still maintained a smile and looked at Draco sincerely: "It turns out to be Mr. Malfoy, nice to meet you."

He really doesn't remember Draco's face, how many beauties come in and out of Clark's underground kingdom every day, it is obviously embarrassing for him to engrave every one of them in his mind.What's more, the current Draco is wearing an expensive custom-made suit, and he is naturally superior in every gesture, which is completely different from the poor little boy back then. No one will associate him with the products here.

"Where's the person who invited us?" Seeing that Clark no longer remembered him, Draco asked immediately.

His behavior of asking questions over his mentor did not cause any dissatisfaction in William. Clark couldn't help but look at him a few more times, but felt William's indifferent gaze.

Is this really just a student?

He couldn't help but fantasize, but he didn't dare to be more curious. He led the two of them inside and explained on the way: "Moriarty has already arrived, so I'll take you to his room."

William asked: "He booked a room here? When did it happen?"

"Three months ago," Clark replied.

William raised his eyebrows: "I thought the privacy of customers was very important here."

"He said it himself, 'If Your Excellency the Earl has any questions, be sure to answer them'." They stopped in front of a gorgeous gate, Clark pressed the password, but he took a step back: "I will not be able to enter in the future." gone."

William nodded to him, and opened the door to enter the house, followed by Draco, closing the door behind him as soon as he entered, blocking Clark's face from the outside.

The room was very empty, and the first thing that came into view was the huge alloy cage in the center and the man locked inside.The man looked quite young, with long fiery red hair draped over his shoulders, coupled with his pale skin, deep facial features, and muscular body, he would definitely capture the hearts of everyone.At this moment, he was lying on the ground with his eyes closed, and he seemed to be in a coma.

vampire?

William and Draco raised eyebrows at the same time.

"Welcome!" Moriarty walked over from the other side of the cage, opened his hands, and said with a smile, "A big gift, I hope you like it."

William walked to the side of the cage, knelt down and looked at the man. Although the man was a little dirty, he was not injured.He sniffed hard and caught a familiar smell of blood.It seems that the other party has never been hungry.

"Why did you give me this?" William stood up and asked casually.

Moriarty tilted his head, thinking: "Maybe, you are a bit alike?" He leaned closer to William, stared into his eyes, and sang a ditty like showing off: "I know your little secret~" However, William's expression Indifferent, nothing can be seen.Moriarty pouted exaggeratedly, and turned to look at Draco dissatisfied, only to find that the boy had an indescribably weird expression.

"I guess this gift is not for nothing." William said, "What do you want?"

Moriarty put aside his sense of weirdness for a while, and replied, "You promised Sherlock a deal, and you have to promise me one." The tone was like a primary school student comparing if he had candy and I didn't.

"what?"

Moriarty tilted his head, and smiled with parted lips: "I'll tell you when the time comes, it's your old profession."

William raised an eyebrow and nodded.

The cage was opened, and the vampire was carried out by attendants to be loaded into William's car. "I thought you'd rather keep him to yourself." Draco said curiously, seeing Moriarty's completely indifferent expression.

That's a vampire, Moriarty hid him for these three months, isn't it for research?

"I kept his hair, skin and all kinds of penis, and cracking the DNA is enough." Moriarty said indifferently: "As for him, no, I don't want to see him."

"Biological inheritance is interesting. I'm a little curious about what makes him different from humans. But that doesn't mean I like this guy." They walked through the corridor, rubbing shoulders with Clark's beauties And pass.It's late at night, and it's time to have fun here.Draco turned his head to look at them several times, not fascinated, but as if he was thinking about something uncomfortable, until William grabbed his wrist and pulled him to his side.

Moriarty continued: "I stole him from a lab in Iceland. Those people are going to use his genes to modify some kind of superhuman. Terrible! As if people in the world weren't stupid enough, Do you have to use superpowers to turn them into real pigs!"

"Hey!" Draco stared at him dissatisfied, Moriarty raised his head with a smile, and said without sincerity: "Sorry, I forgot that you also..."

They had already walked to the underground garage while they were talking, William turned around, just standing between Moriarty and Draco: "We have to go."

Moriarty took a step back obediently: "Okay. I won't see you off, I still have something to do." He squeezed his chin with one hand, thinking: "I want to meet Sherlock, face-to-face But what identity is suitable... How about being gay? The little beauty who has always had a crush on him has a boyfriend, and the boyfriend is still gay." This kind of thought made him suddenly excited: "Should I leave him a call? Maybe he Will call me."

The vampire has been placed in the car, no one is around, only a monitor is flashing red, that is not difficult to solve.

William smiled: "It's a good idea. By the way, before I leave, I need your cooperation." He took out his wand from his coat and pointed at Moriarty lightly.

"What is this for?" The other party looked at the wooden stick pointed at him, and raised his hands jokingly, but William could see that Moriarty was already wary of any possible tricks.

At present, he may not have thought that there is a kind of wooden stick called a magic wand in the world. William thought regretfully, waving his wrist lightly: "Memory modification."

This is an advanced black magic. Draco saw it in "Dark Spell" a few days ago. Once a wizard with insufficient magic power uses it, it will often be self-defeating, drive people crazy, or leave obvious memory holes.

William didn't worry about the consequences at all, and he used the spell as easily as any household charm.At this time, Moriarty was still as if he had been pinned. This state lasted only a few seconds. After a few seconds, he recovered and bid farewell to William as if nothing had happened. He blinked: "See you next time. Stop letting your subordinates wander around, London is very dangerous."

William nodded calmly: "Thank you for reminding me."