[Comprehensive] The Wizard and the Fugitive

In the long corridor of Malfoy Manor, Sherlock stared angrily at the direction William left, full of unfinished words and nowhere to pour out, but he couldn't figure out what to explain.

The surrounding portraits chattered in his ears, mocking him for being silly like a Hufflepuff.Sherlock didn't know what Hufflepuff meant, but from the critical tone of these annoying antiques, he knew it was definitely not a good comment.

"Can you be quiet!" The voices of the portraits were all in his head, Sherlock couldn't bear it, but the portraits laughed even more wantonly.

"This Muggle is really interesting." A portrait of a girl half-covered her face with a fan and said with a smile on Sherlock.

"Little Malfoy brought home a Muggle, the ancestors upstairs are probably going crazy," said another portrait.

"He doesn't seem to be afraid of us?"

"He's pretty gutsy."

"But listening to his conversation with little William, it's not like that."

"Little William?" Sherlock raised his eyebrows and grasped their little tails keenly: "Does William know you call him that?"

"We are works from the 17th century!" A portrait arrogantly flaunted its glorious history, and tapped the bottom of the picture frame with a cane, signaling Sherlock to look at the author's name and figure out its value.

Sherlock glanced perfunctorily, but didn't know who the wizard who lived in the 17th century was, and asked persistently again: "So, does he know?"

The portraits looked at each other, but no one paid any attention to him, and ran away cleanly.The chattering noise disappeared in an instant, and the corridor was pitch-black, only the moonlight outside the window shone in front of Sherlock.He looked around, but couldn't find a single moving thing or creature.The cold wind whizzed through the dark corridor, leaving a low whimpering sound, which set off his lonely figure quite pitifully.

What am I thinking!Sherlock shook his head, suppressing all the messy emotions inside. Just as he was about to go outside for a walk alone, he saw another person appearing from the portrait next to him, with his chin raised, staring arrogantly at him. with him.This person is obviously different from those chattering portraits just now. He is much calmer, and even if it is just a portrait, it can be seen that he is inherently superior and has a strong aura that can only be cultivated by a big family.

Sherlock's gaze flicked over the platinum-blonde hair that was exactly the same as Draco's: "Malfoy?"

"It's a pleasure to meet you." Lucius nodded without sincerity, looked critically at Sherlock, and didn't intend to introduce himself.

Sherlock raised his eyebrows and spoke first: "I'm Sherlock Holmes, and according to you, I'm a Muggle."

"Obviously, a Muggle." Lucius rolled his eyes: "Listen, Muggle boy, I don't care who you are." His tone was impatient and a little annoyed that he had accidentally heard the answer, Like struggling with the fact that the name Sherlock was going to take up space in his brain from now on.

He's already a portrait, why can't he get rid of these damn Muggles!

Lucius stared at Sherlock, the Muggle whom his son personally invited, as if he was staring at a germ that would contaminate the entire manor at any time.

His disgusted expression couldn't be more obvious, and Sherlock could almost see the little theater in his heart from the frown that was getting tighter and tighter.

"You don't look very happy, Mr. Wizard." Sherlock said enthusiastically, his inquiring eyes swept over Lucius: "It's interesting, you seem to hate the identity of a Muggle. I guess the source of this From your species superiority."

Lucius sneered, and spoke slowly, his tone full of disgust: "'Species'? Listen, this is Muggles! You like to think of yourself as animals. But please don't copy this rhetoric to wizards, We don't like being relatives to monkeys."

Sherlock shrugged: "Oh, of course, wizards probably don't like the theory of evolution. I guess, who created you? It can't be Merlin, right?" He carefully looked at Lucius' expression and quickly denied this conjecture. , continued: "It's not Merlin, it's God?"

Lucius said with a cold face, "I don't need to discuss such meaningless issues with you, Muggle."

Sherlock smiled, with a "you are free" expression on his face, as if he was magnanimous and didn't care about him.This attitude escalated Lucius' original dislike. The two stared at each other in the corridor. The canvas separated the two worlds, but their emotions full of gunpowder were not blocked at all, and they collided into an invisible sword.

At this time, Draco didn't know that his father had sneaked out of the secret room and was confronting his guests.Watson had already gone back to his room. Hope was being taken care of by house elves, so he and William were left in the living room, enjoying the peaceful two-person world.

The return of Slytherin was unstoppable, and the only thing to consider now was how to regain a place in the Ministry of Magic, and as the trust of Kingsley's government continued to decline, this would not be difficult to achieve soon.

Draco refused to consider the position of Minister of Magic. Sitting in that position, there are too many things to think about. He is the head of the Malfoy family, and he only intends to benefit his own family, and does not want to contribute too much to the British magical community. energy.

For Malfoy, there were only a few positions in the Ministry of Magic that were attractive to them, maybe Director of Law Enforcement.Draco couldn't help being happy when he thought of Hermione Granger's suffocation, and he fell on William's lap, looking at him with bright eyes.

"What bad idea are you thinking of?" William lowered his head, looked at the boy who was resting on his lap, and tapped his nose lightly, with unconscious pampering in his voice.

"Why must I be making a bad idea?" Draco slapped his hand away and asked unconvinced.

William raised his eyebrows: "Isn't it?"

"Of course not!" Draco said arrogantly.How could it be a bad idea for Malfoy to return to the Ministry of Magic? It was helping the Ministry of Magic re-establish a healthy operating mechanism so that it would not continue to be dragged down by idiots like Kingsley.

And after that, he should also think about his personal affairs...

Draco glanced at his fiancé, sideways and buried his face in his arms.

"What's wrong?" William asked gently, stroking his side face.Draco didn't speak, he grabbed William's hand and looked at the snake-shaped ring on it.

"Do you like the Schiller family?" He asked softly, holding William's arm.

William raised his eyebrows and replied lightly, "It's okay."

"Do you want to go back?"

William thought about it seriously, then shook his head: "I'm not often at the Schiller Manor."

"That's good." Draco secretly raised the corners of his mouth, and hugged William's waist: "You mustn't change your mind!"