[Comprehensive] The Wizard and the Fugitive

As Draco said, the name Sherlock Holmes is breaking into everyone's attention with an exaggerated momentum.No one knows who exposed Moriarty's game, and Sherlock has become a celebrity in fighting criminals, even housewives know him.No one mentions the "little problem" of high-functioning anti-social anymore. The media has been stationed on Baker Street for a long time like staring at an idol star. In this way, the "insider" revelations are still emerging one after another, as if I am afraid that the story is not bizarre enough, and the plot is not twisted enough.In Watson's words, "If you enter a fiction competition, these reports can win prizes."

Just as the camera was set up again at the gate of 221b Baker Street, and was blocked by reporters, William and Draco were also watching live TV in the hotel.

The detective in front of the camera seemed bored and uncomfortable, and was distracted all the time, staring at the reporter's cuff, or sneaking at the shoes of some onlookers on the side of the road. The reporters' microphones were poking their faces. Did not notice.Watson helped him answer almost all the questions that could not be answered in simple sentences, and at the same time reminded him to pay attention to the situation with coughing, so that nothing embarrassing happened.

From the expression on Sherlock's face, it's not hard to see that if it wasn't for Watson who never allowed to offend the media, he would be very happy to be on the live broadcast at the moment, exposing to the audience all over the UK where the reporters were having a good time last night.

"What a disaster," Draco said with a sigh.The way the reporters were tortured to the point of exhaustion by Sherlock's non-cooperation aroused Master Malfoy's weak sympathy, which made him pertinent once in a while: "If no one is manipulating behind the scenes, I believe that no media will be willing to deal with Sherlock is so appreciative." The media is kind enough not to smear him.

William became interested and asked, "If someone manipulated it, who do you think it would be?"

Thinking about the detective's small and pitiful social circle, there really was one person who could do such a big deal, and Draco could find the answer after a moment of thought: "Mr. Holmes...I mean Mycroft."

William laughed in a low voice: "It's indeed a very good guess." His laughter didn't sound like approval, and Draco frowned and thought hard: "There will never be another powerful person who is willing to work for Sherlock." Worrying people, right?"

It depends on whether Moriarty is considered a powerful person.William rested his chin on one hand, and looked at Draco with a faint smile: "Look, you will understand soon."

There was a rustling sound from the balcony. William paused when he was about to get up, took the teacup on the table, sat back, and watched Denis turn in from the balcony with a cold face.

A few days ago, he wanted to get a plane ticket to send the vampire back to Rome, but Denis firmly opposed it, so he did not hesitate to lie on the ground and play tricks, saying that he had provoked other vampires in Rome, and he would die if he went back.Before William would send him to his death, he let him live in a single room downstairs. Since then, turning over the window sill has become a regular program every morning.This time he came a bit late this time, and he was still holding flowers that he pulled out from which flower bed he didn't know.

"Good morning!" Deni and William greeted each other, and brought flowers to Draco: "This is for you."

Draco immediately moved away, and waved his hands in disgust: "Please move away, you are going to get dirt on me."

This scene made William feel inexplicably happy, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up.He waited for Deni to respond, only to find that he was staring at Draco's neck in a daze.

The boy was wearing a black shirt today, and because he was in the room, two buttons were left open casually.Lined with black, his pale, poreless skin is as beautiful as suet jade, and one can't help but long to touch that smooth and delicate skin with one's own hands.The light blue blood vessels are faintly visible under the skin, not very obvious, just enough to arouse the desire of a vampire.Such a beautiful scene, coupled with a collar that most suits the preferences of dark creatures, is such a perfect crime scene.

The corner of William's mouth that had just been raised sank again, and he gently pressed the armrest of the sofa, reminding: "Deni, don't forget to work."

"Let's go." Denis came back to his senses, sighed sadly, found a vase, put the flowers in it, and walked away step by step.

After he went out, Draco finally couldn't help asking the question that he had held back for a few days: "Are you really assured that the project of No. 220 will be handed over to this guy?"

William smiled: "Don't think too complicated, Baker Street doesn't need him to do it himself, I just don't want to see him idle around here all day." What he didn't say is that Deni doesn't do anything, just existence has already made People are irritable, and once they do something, they often have the urge to pull out their wand.William glanced at Draco's neckline, stood up, and took out a rectangular velvet box from his room and handed it to him.

"Is this for me?" Draco took it and looked around. There was no pattern, no words or logos on the box, it was empty, and nothing could be seen.

William leaned on the back of the sofa with his arms folded, and raised his chin: "Open it and have a look."

Inside the box was a silver snake pendant with hundreds of tiny emeralds inlaid with snake eyes and striped scales.very beautiful.

"I made it myself." William said, feeling like he was asking for credit, and quickly continued, a little uncomfortable: "It's an alchemy item, with the defensive magic circle and soul magic circle I designed on it, which is more effective than spells." You can change it." He said and pointed to the collar on the boy's neck, and the collar made of high-grade soft leather snapped into several pieces.

Draco rubbed his neck, it felt so good to be free from the skin, not to mention the additional meaning the collar had given him had been making him uncomfortable.He took the pendant out of the box, and William naturally took over, walked around behind him, and helped put it on.The floor-to-ceiling windows directly opposite reflected them. Draco was admiring the little silver-green snake in the middle of his collarbone, watching it glisten in the sunlight, his eyes shifted slightly, and William was lowering his head slightly to tie it on for him. Charm clasp for a focused look.

"Why did you give me this?" Draco asked.

"You need to practice. We'll go to Diagon Alley tomorrow." William said naturally, pointing his index finger at the remains of the collar on the table: "This kind of necklace is not popular among wizards."

The old collar fell into the trash, and Draco took one last look and asked suddenly, "So, what's the spell on it?"

William raised the corner of his mouth: "Merlin's Guardian and Tracking Charm."

Draco was speechless. When he first arrived at Baker Street, he always thought that the spell William left was something like the Dark Mark, and he was worried about it for several days...

Denis came back in the dark at night, and the first thing he saw was that Draco's collar was gone, replaced by a pendant, silver and green, in the shape of a snake.

It's too ugly.Deni's expression already showed that he didn't like this new change at all, but he wisely kept silent, because Draco must have liked the pendant, without a doubt.Silver and green snakes, Slytherin wizards will like it for no reason!

"Where did this thing come from?" Although Denis was asking, his eyes were already looking in William's direction.The only "suspect" was enjoying the evening breeze on the balcony at this time, drinking brandy leisurely, seeing him looking over, raised his glass in a good mood, and gestured to him through the fluttering gauze curtains.

Draco didn't pay attention to the little interaction between the two, raised his chin, and said braggingly: "Made by William Schiller!" An absolute masterwork!

Deni curled his lips and could only reserve his own opinion.A corner of an envelope peeked out of his coat pocket, and Draco caught it with a single glance.

"What's this?" the boy asked, pointing to his pocket with his chin.

Deni slapped his head: "I almost forgot." He walked to the balcony door, saw William's calm eyes sweeping over, and stopped knowingly: "There is a letter from you at the front desk."

It must be Moriarty, they still owe a deal, William thought casually, his body was still leaning against the railing relaxedly, with the wine in one hand, and the other in his trousers pocket, watching the letter pass from Deni's hand slowly. Come slowly.

Denis continued: "Who is Kaiser Schiller? Rumor has it that you and Schiller's family are having trouble. I thought there would be no letter from Schiller."

Needless to say, William had already seen the cursive signature on the envelope - Kaiser Schiller.It's my handwriting.

For more than a month, his casual life was suspended because of this letter. William frowned, passively recalling the magnificent castle of the Schiller family, the surrounding two hundred miles of beeches and lakes, and the only thing that would take him Go to Uncle Caesar outside the castle.

Caesar is a very good man, unlike most Schillers who are accustomed to hypocrisy, his gentleness comes from the heart.William liked him very much when he was a child, and always looked forward to his coming to the castle. He often corresponded with him in the years when he left Norway when he grew up. The two can be regarded as friends.

But those are things in the past, since Allen took power more than a month ago, they should not continue to communicate.

William held the corner of the letter, walked into the room, and locked it in a drawer.Draco looked at him, curiosity turning to bewilderment: "Aren't you looking?"

William smiled, and his tone sounded the same as usual: "Don't read it. Before I left Norway, I said not to write letters unless it is absolutely necessary. Now it seems that he doesn't understand what is a last resort."

"Maybe now is the last resort?" Draco reminded.

"How could it be?" William laughed, as if recalling something, his eyes were faintly golden: "Alan—my cousin—is a man with a strong wrist. Although he is still young, the Schiller family is in his hands. I will definitely not be able to fall." Therefore, as an unpopular younger brother, it is better to give less to yourself and less trouble to others.

He patted Draco on the shoulder: "You should be more prepared for tomorrow than caring about the troubles of the Schiller family."

Deni stretched his neck and leaned over: "What's going on tomorrow? Do you have any plans?"

William smiled at him: "It's about wizards, it has nothing to do with you."