[Comprehensive] The Wizard and the Fugitive

Early the next morning, William and Draco had Apparated before some vampire overcame the wall, directly at the entrance to Diagon Alley.This place is very different from before Malfoy's downfall. The dark wizards who once gathered here were probably frightened by the exaggerated vigor of the Aurors to capture the Death Eaters. , the narrow and dark alley also has a sense of emptiness, the sound of footsteps echoing in it, dragging through and back through the dark gap between the walls, like an unknown ghost following behind to spy .

"It's like a cemetery." Draco muttered, walking into it.

Draco took a look as they passed the Borginbok Magic Shop.There was no one in the shop, and there was a crumpled resale advertisement pasted on the door. There was no Mr. Borgin's signature in the place where it was signed, but only the seal of the Ministry of Magic.

Ahead was a herbal medicine shop at a bend in the alley, almost recessed into the wall, where Draco had visited a few times with Professor Snape when he was his favorite student.The shop sells everything from slugs to dragon's blood, and anyone willing to pay Galleons can get it there, whether it's banned by the Ministry of Magic or not.Outside the shop, there are many scars on the wall, and sometimes there is a bill of goods on the wall of what has happened. It is written in awkward children's fonts that it was unfortunately picked up by potion masters, but it can be sold to other wizards for sky-high prices. precious medicinal materials.

There was actually a piece of parchment stuck on the outside wall of the store today, Draco raised his eyebrows unexpectedly, walked a few steps quickly, but stopped abruptly when he reached the front.

It was a wanted poster, and Pansy Parkinson was snarling angrily on it.

The emptiness of the first half of Diagon Alley ends here, and Draco stands at the corner, looking at the arrest warrants stretching all the way to the end of the road ahead, some of which have loosened sticking spells and are fluctuating with the wind, clattering Noisy.

He walked along the wall, Pansy was just the beginning, followed by Blaise Zabini, Vincent Crabbe, Derian Pusey... Draco Malfoy.

This was the first time Draco saw his arrest warrant in person, and he couldn't help taking a step back, admiring the image the Ministry of Magic had created for him.The young man in the photo has dark hair and a stubble on his chin. Although he just looks at the camera quietly, his eyes are full of raging anger, as if he will pull out his magic wand at any time to cast a curse, which is more exciting than the roaring Pansy. raise people's defenses.Very Death Eater indeed.

In the alley there was only the sound of Draco's own breathing and the rustling of the parchment being blown. This noise magnified the oppressive silence in the alley countless times, and even the running steps of the rats in the sewer seemed abrupt.

A stone rolled across the uneven cobblestone road, hit Draco's clean black Oxford shoes, rolled two more times, and got stuck tremblingly in the crevice of the stone.Draco tilted his head, and he could just see two blurred figures on the dusty glass obliquely in front of him. He turned around, and two dark wizards in old robes, a man and a woman, were pointing at him with their wands, laughing A disgusting wrinkle.

"Look who this is!" The witch opened her mouth, showing her yellow teeth: "Draco Malfoy, a wanted Death Eater!"

What a nostalgic name!Draco frowned, slipping the wand from his sleeve into his hand little by little.I didn't see William around, probably left when he wasn't paying attention.

The witch continued to giggle: "Poor little Malfoy, he dared to come here without the protection of his parents."

The wizard snorted coldly: "He probably doesn't know how many Galleons the Ministry of Magic has issued for his head."

"80, I saw it." Draco pointed to the arrest warrant with his chin: "I guess this number is because Malfoy's registered assets are exactly ten times that of 80. They should really go to Malfoy Have a look at the underground vault of the manor before deciding on the bounty." Speaking of this, he opened his mouth wide open suddenly: "Oh right, they seem to be unable to open the gate of the manor."

The temptation of the underground vault of Malfoy Manor is much stronger than the 80 bounty offered by the Ministry of Magic. The two dark wizards looked at each other and launched an attack at the same time, using the stumbling spell to capture the target alive.Draco deftly dodged the first round of attacks, and at the same time a red light shot out from the tip of the wand, cutting a hole in the witch's hand holding the wand.Seeing this scene, her companion did not share her hatred with her, but laughed mockingly.

"Shut your mouth!" The witch shouted loudly at her companion, her anger made her attack on Draco no longer possible.Anyway, all you need to open the manor is a living Malfoy, and it doesn't need to be complete.

The three of them huddled together in the narrow alley. After all, Draco was not as good as these real dark wizards. The sense of crisis dodged for a while, and the spell rubbed his neck, hitting the corner of the wizard's robe.

"Old man, be careful!" the wizard shouted dissatisfied.

"Sorry." The visitor shrugged without sincerity, and walked out from under the eaves, with thinning white hair, and a pair of deep black eyes staring at Draco, like a vulture staring at meat: "Little Mr. Malfoy, how long has it been?" not see."

Almost brushing away with death made Draco break out in a cold sweat, and he no longer cared about the cleanliness habit he had acquired from being pampered since childhood, and leaned against the dirty wall to calm his breath.The hand holding the wand restrained his trembling, exerting force until the knuckles turned white, but still with an arrogant attitude, he glanced at the white-haired man lightly, and shook his head perfunctorily: "Mr. Unknown, have we met?"

"Malfoy..." The other party sighed softly, as if a little helpless: "Always so high above, unwilling to lower their noble heads, yet they are sinister and cunning, like poisonous snakes in the gutter."

Draco's expression gradually turned cold with the man's hoarse voice: "Who are you?"

The man smiled: "It's just a small person, why should Mr. Malfoy care about it, after all, we won't have a chance to see each other again in the future." He walked up to the two wizards with his wand in his hand, casually Looking at the boy standing against the wall: "Go and reunite with your filthy Death Eater father and poor mother, or take us into Malfoy Manor, choose one."

These words again.

Dirty and pathetic.

Nearly two months ago, those words filled every report about Malfoy, negating their century-old glory overnight.Malfoy fell into the abyss just like that, and being nailed to the pillar of shame became a joke for the whole of Britain.And what was he doing then?Seems to be busy wooing the new Ministry of Magic official.

His father was dying day by day in Azkaban, and his mother was crying all day long. He let go of his temper as a young master and tried his best to deal with it, just for the family to be reunited.

It's a pity that no amount of hard work will be in vain. The family just doesn't want to face the facts.The Ministry of Magic had already decided Malfoy's future, and the trial was just a formality.Draco watched his father die, and sent his mother away before the funeral could be prepared.

Now, behind them, the villains hiding in Diagon Alley were calling them dirty Death Eaters and wretches.

Draco stood up straight, raised his chin slightly, his blue-gray eyes coldly commented on the white-haired wizard who was patiently waiting for the answer: "I choose to kill you."

William stood at the top of the chimney of Borginbock's store, silently watching the battle below.The first Killing Curse was issued by Draco, followed by the siege that started quickly. The boy could only defend passively, struggling to hold on, but he held on.Once he found a breakthrough in the intensive attack, he would not hesitate to send out the second Killing Curse, followed by the third, and the fourth...

"Anger and hatred are the best nourishment for black magic." William couldn't help but think of what he heard in an unknown tavern many years ago. The second half of the sentence was "No real dark wizard lives in a honeypot grew up."

Draco is undergoing a transformation, which stems from the decline of his family, the death of his parents, and the survival after falling into a desperate situation.Both of them knew that if it wasn't for the fact that the Schiller family happened to change their power at this time, and William Schiller happened to choose England as his foothold, Draco would have nothing to face at this time.

The battle became fiercer, and the commotion caused by the four people was getting louder and louder, almost tearing down several dilapidated shops nearby.

The white-haired wizard is indeed a bit capable. Draco's mediocre physical strength is slowly bottoming out under his exhaustion tactics. From a long distance, William can see the violent rise and fall of his chest.

The highest point of Bojinbok store happened to be able to have a panoramic view of several surrounding lanes, and William could see that the entire Diagon Alley was preparing for this battle, and prying sights came from all directions.The fourth black wizard appeared soon. Draco avoided the sneak attack sharply this time, but one-to-three was his limit. The appearance of the fourth person made him completely passive, and he could not find any chance to fight back. arrive.Some spells started to hit him, but they were all blocked by the pendant, causing no damage.

William jumped down from the chimney, and time in Diagon Alley stopped suddenly the moment his feet landed on the ground. In the whole alley, only Draco sat on the ground, panting and looking up at him.

"You're very talented." William squatted down, facing Draco.

The boy twitched the corner of his mouth: "This is the first time someone said I have talent."

William smiled and didn't explain much.He waited for the boy to recover, and the two stood up together and asked, "Ready to go home?"

"No. There is one more thing." Draco walked up to the white-haired wizard, watched him being frozen, and slowly smiled: "Malfoy must do what he says, so I have to kill you."

He flicked his wand, calmly recited the incantation he had just mastered: "Avada Kedavra!"