[Comprehensive] The Wizard and the Fugitive

early morning.Denis Bartolome woke up from the soft plush carpet, sat up slowly, and stretched.

It's so comfortable, even though it's just a carpet, it's much better than the hard floor tiles in the cage for three months.He looked around and saw no one, so he climbed onto the sofa, took out a bottle of vodka from the ice bucket, and poured it directly with his head raised.The burning sensation burned from the tip of his tongue all the way to his stomach, and the burned blood vessels that had long lost their vitality became hot, and he couldn't help but sigh comfortably.This is life!

Ten minutes passed, and the room was still silent. If you want to escape, you shouldn't miss such a good opportunity.However, Deni at this time doesn't want to think about too complicated issues. The wine here is so good that if you miss it, you will definitely regret it for the rest of your life. What you should do now is to drink it to your heart's content.

The alcohol made the remaining human part of him dazed and warm and sharpened the vampiric part of him.Soon, he was no longer satisfied with vodka, stood up and swayed towards the bedroom following the guidance of his sense of smell.

The door was closed, and it opened with a light push. There was a boy with platinum blonde hair lying on the bed. Denis leaned over and sniffed his neck obsessively.

Slightly sweet with a bit of bitterness, it tastes like a black tea that is suitable for drinking slowly on a sunny afternoon.

Denis is not a fastidious vampire, and prefers to be drunk today rather than drinking tea.He licked his lips, and opened his mouth to bite it, but an invisible barrier stood between him and the boy's skin, which was so close to him. It obviously didn't have the slightest sense of existence, but it was an insurmountable moat.Deni cursed in a low voice, then turned to look at the door.

A blond man in a suit and leather shoes was standing there at this moment, looking at his stupid appearance lying on the boy's bed with a cold face.The smell of vampires on the man's body cleared up Deni's feverish mind. He barely suppressed his desire to eat, estimated the disparity in strength between the two, and stood up: "Sorry, I didn't know he had a master." This frivolous statement made William frowned, but Denis didn't feel that his words were offensive at all, and couldn't help but move his nose again, enjoying the sweetness in the air: "He doesn't smell like you?"

William didn't speak. From his angle, he could clearly see that Draco had been woken up. He was frowning and opening his eyes. He sat up slowly and looked at the vampire who disturbed his lucid dream.

"He's a wizard, not a dog that leaves marks everywhere." The boy said sarcastically, his voice was slightly hoarse from the morning with obvious dissatisfaction and the wizard's sense of superiority in front of dark creatures.

The dog metaphor made Denis angry for a moment, but the information revealed in the boy's words made him quickly control himself.

There are several hybrids of vampires and wizards in the world who can be counted on one hand, and only one of them is so powerful that he can only admit his love.

Denis looked at William and his eyes changed: "Are you Earl Schiller?"

Draco rolled his eyes: "As if there could be any other answer."

The three moved to the living room, Draco kicked the empty wine bottle on the floor, raised his eyebrows and looked at Denis.

The vampire grinned, showing his sharp canine teeth: "A little hobby."

He saw Draco yawning and nestled into the sofa, but William brought breakfast and newspapers, and then went to open the balcony door to let the morning breeze in, he couldn't help but curiously leaned into Draco's ear and whispered, "You guys?" What's the relationship?"

Draco glanced at him lazily, and said lightly, "I'm his apprentice."

"Oh, apprentice." Denis pouted and repeated in a strange voice.

The wind brought not only fresh air, but also the warmth and sweetness of Draco's youth.The restlessness in Deni's bones was agitated by this taste, but the hint of bitterness in the sweet taste just right intensified the temptation.He licked his dry lips, and moved closer: "Since it's just an apprentice, it doesn't matter if you let me take a sip? Just a sip, I promise."

His voice was low, but it was picked up by William.Denis heard the deep laughter of the man passing behind him, which made him almost jump up nervously, but William just passed by him without doing anything.

Maybe Earl Schiller didn't pay much attention to this so-called apprentice, Denis thought happily, and didn't notice that William gave Draco a look halfway through.

It has been a month since they confirmed the apprentice relationship, which meant that Draco had to start practical training, and Denis could just as well be a ready-made "teaching tool" for him to handle.

Draco frowned, and drew his wand.In the past month, he has memorized "Dark Spell" thoroughly, and he is just waiting to try it out.He is young, and his pale appearance and pretty face can easily make people let down their vigilance. Denis is not afraid of him at all. Seeing the wand pointing at him, he still doesn't care, and said with a smile: "I know you wizards Imp's tricks, tarantella? Fuchsias? Sticks in the front teeth?"

Maybe it was Deni's provocative words that worked, maybe it was the darkness of the new wand itself, Draco, who was going to try a casual spell, suddenly changed his mind.He swung his wand and said the incantation slowly and clearly: "Cruciate."

Deni's face changed drastically the moment he chanted the curse, but when he wanted to hide, he realized that William, who seemed to be indifferent, had already locked him with magic power. If he dared to move, he would be courting death. He could only watch helplessly. Red light glowed from the tip of the boy's wand and struck him in the chest.The next thing is pain, the suffocating pain surges out from the internal organs, and flows through the whole body along the blood vessels.He felt that he was being cut open from the inside with one knife after another, and ten thousand ants were biting his heart.

"I surrender!" Denis yelled as hard as he could, rolling to the ground, and a few seconds later - though it seemed to him another century - Draco put away his wand.The pain stopped, but the feeling was still in the muscle memory, so he could only collapse on the ground, gasping for breath, and twitching all over.

William came over to check his eyeballs and pulse: "Good job. Black magic is not as difficult as imagined, is it?"

"I think it helps a lot," Draco said, looking at the wand in his hand.

"That also depends on your cooperation." William said.

The vampire's physique made Deni recover quickly, but because of his lack of strength, he still lay on the ground, stretched his neck towards Draco and smiled: "It's so strong, I like you even more."

Draco raised his eyebrows, pointed his wand at him: "Do you want to do it again?"

"No, no, no!" Deni jumped up abruptly, hiding far away with his soft legs: "One time is enough for me to recollect."

Satisfied, Draco went back to the bedroom and changed into shorts and went out.Denis did not exhale until he could no longer be seen, sat down opposite William, and asked curiously, "Where is he going?"

William looked down at the newspaper and answered casually, "Gym."

"You really have nothing to do with that?" Denis touched his neck, hinting at Draco's collar.An old fritter like him who often hangs around in Fengyuechang will not be deceived by that bit of artistic elements.No matter how beautiful the collar is, it is still a collar.

This question caused William to stop flipping the newspaper for a while, but soon he realized that the pause could easily be given some undue deep meaning at this time, so he shook the newspaper along the way, and said without raising his head. : "He is my apprentice."

Deni rolled his eyes and stood up: "I want to pursue him."

"He doesn't like you."

"How do you know if you don't try."

William finally raised his head: "Isn't that enough to explain the problem just now?"

However, the cheeky Dennis smiled happily: "The more expensive the cat, the harder it is to approach. I like challenges."

William: "..."

Deni's eyes sparkled, and he gushed: "His hair is beautiful, isn't it? Soft platinum blonde, reminds me of the feathers on Lucifer's wings. And the eyes, blue and gray combination, It is simply the work of the Creator. I thank God for that!"

"Wizards don't believe in God," William murmured.His voice was too soft, Denis looked over suspiciously: "Did you speak just now?"

"Nothing." William frowned and continued to stare at the newspaper.Seeing that he didn't talk to him and didn't object, Denis whistled and walked briskly towards the door.

"Wait a minute." Just as Denis grabbed the doorknob, William put down the newspaper with a slam, got up and walked to the desk, took out a piece of parchment and quickly wrote a few lines, put it in an envelope, and wrote it in his private Chapter seal.The whole process took less than 15 seconds at the speed of a half-blood vampire.

"No matter what you want to do, send this letter to New Orleans before then." He slapped the letter on Denis' chest and said in a commanding tone.

"The Michelson family?" Deni's complaints turned into curiosity before he could leave his mouth: "What is this?"

"The lab that caught you has to find out what's going on."

But what does that matter to me?And the Michelsons really cared about Icelandic affairs?Deni opened his mouth, but he didn't dare to refute under William's icy gaze. In the end, he could only be forced to accept the arrangement: "Okay, I'll leave now, and I'll definitely be back tomorrow."

tomorrow?William raised his eyebrows thoughtfully.

Early the next morning, William canceled Draco's class for the day, and the two returned to 220 Baker Street together.Mrs. Hudson had been supervising the work of finishing the house for several days, and it was time for them to come back.

Baker Street is still the same, the accident has left no permanent scars, there are only a few more houses under construction on the street, and when the work is all over, it will be exactly the same as before.

It was the first time for Draco to see with his own eyes how the Muggles repaired the house, and he stood downstairs and looked up with great interest.

"Be careful." William moved him to 221b to avoid being hit by things falling from upstairs.

"What's that? It's pretty, but it's a bit noisy." Draco asked, pointing to a machine that was constantly emitting sparks in the worker's hand.

William covered his eyes and turned him around: "Welding. Don't keep staring, it will hurt your eyes."

The progress of the house was going well. They were planning to visit Mrs. Hudson at 221b, and thank her for her help during this time. They saw a black high-end car parked firmly at the door of 221b, and Watson got out of it.

"William! Draco!" Watson was very happy to see them, and immediately invited them to 221b.

"Is that Mycroft Holmes' car?" asked William.

"Yes, he has something to do with me... To be precise, he is looking for Sherlock."

"Another case?"

Watson recalled Mycroft's definition of the case—about state secrets—and gave a vague reply.It happened that Mrs. Hudson came out of the room and saw William and Draco coming, and hugged them in surprise.

"I haven't seen you for a few days. I already miss you a little bit." Mrs. Hudson said with a smile, and invited them to the kitchen to taste her newly made teacup cakes.William chatted with her for a while, and when he turned around again, Watson had already run up to the second floor.

"Are they busy recently?" William asked casually.

This question immediately aroused Mrs. Hudson's long-suppressed desire to talk, and she talked about everything that happened recently.How Sherlock provoked a lunatic out of nowhere, how the two fought through the case, and those poor people who were tied up with bombs.

"I think they're having a good time." Draco leaned into William's ear while Mrs. Hudson got up to pour tea, and said, "The news is all about this case, and Sherlock is going to be famous."

William smiled: "Do you think this is a good thing?"

"Didn't he hope that a case would come to him every day?" Draco shrugged, his tone relaxed: "Soon his wish will come true."