[Comprehensive] The Wizard and the Fugitive

The sky is very dark, as if the sun has been lost forever, even in the daytime without clouds, there is only suffocating grayness left.Hogwarts stood quietly in this gloom, like the safest fortress, but also like a gloomy monster.Draco stood over the monster's head, pointing his hawthorn wand at Dumbledore.

The old principal didn't move, just being pointed at like this, rather than worrying about the curse, he was more afraid of stimulating him and making him collapse in too intense trembling.

"Put down the wand, child." Draco heard Dumbledore say this, and heard his own sobs.He seemed to be in his own body, facing Dumbledore's hideously calm face, and seemed to be standing in the position of a bystander, watching the tears in his eyes that refused to slip.

He clenched his wand tighter, still pointing at Dumbledore, but his mind was muddled, not knowing what to do next.

The old headmaster looked at him, with a scrutinizing gaze behind his half-moon glasses: "Malfoy, you are not only an executioner, put down your wand."

The eyes of the two met, and Draco suddenly saw a lot of things in the other's eyes that he had never noticed before. His body stopped shaking, and he laughed softly: "You don't even believe that."

Dumbledore looked puzzled: "What?"

"I'm not an executioner? No, you just think I'm a coward."

"Malfoy..."

Draco didn't let him go on, he swung his wand violently, and the Killing Curse hit Dumbledore in the chest, until he died, Dumbledore's face was still annoyingly calm.

Let this peace last forever, Draco stared coldly at the body lying on the ground, turned around, only to see the Dark Lord standing behind him, so close that he was almost on top of him.

In the darkness, Draco sat up abruptly, opened his mouth wide, but it took a while to catch his breath.The room was quiet, and the lights of London at night could be seen through the gaps in the curtains that were not drawn tightly.The "Advanced Herbal Medicine [Compiled Edition]" that I flipped through a few pages was thrown upside down on the ground, probably squeezed out after falling asleep.

He picked up the book and put it back on the table, put on a dressing gown and got out of bed, opened the bedroom door, the huge floor-to-ceiling windows in the living room let in the sporadic cold white light of the office building opposite, and slowly calmed down Draco who woke up in the middle of the night.He stopped halfway towards the refrigerator, and simply turned a corner to the wine cabinet, randomly picking a bottle that pleased his eyes.

"That's too much for you."

William's voice was very soft, but Draco was taken aback by his sudden appearance, and almost threw the drink out.

A desk lamp was lit on the desk, William stood up, and walked towards this side, Draco noticed his small movement of closing the drawer, and couldn't help asking: "Are you reading that letter?"

William didn't answer, and went to the bar to mix a glass of sidecar and put it on the table. Draco could only put the wine back in the cabinet and followed.

"Can't sleep?" William asked.

Draco shrugged, picked up the glass and took a sip, it was sweet and sour, quite refreshing.

William poured himself another glass of rum and asked, "What did you dream about?"

Draco was silent for a moment before replying, "Dumbledore. I dreamed that I killed him, and then the Dark Lord was going to kill me."

William smiled: "Do you know what I dreamed after I used the Kedavra for the first time?"

Draco raised an eyebrow, "What?"

"Ms. Emma Schiller, my mother." William's eyes drifted, as if he remembered the dream many years ago: "I dreamed that we were in the apartment in New Orleans, and she brought back a toy wand and told me that It was from my father, but I don't like it at all, and I've got several toy wands."

Draco laughed, as if he couldn't believe that Europe's most mysterious dark wizard had such an ordinary childhood history.

William said helplessly, "It's true."

"But why are you dreaming about this?"

William thought for a moment and said, "Maybe it's because a few years later I had my father's ribs removed and made myself a real wand."

The two fell silent, each drank their wine, and after a while, Draco said softly: "Actually, there are many people in Slytherin who have never killed anyone like me." He pushed the empty wine glass to William In front of him, waiting for the second cup: "Vincent Crabbe, a complete fool, no one told him about the Death Eaters at that time, fearing that he would slip up, and it would be useless to tell him. And Daphne Green Glass, who is proficient in all beauty magic, but can't even use the tripping spell."

William said pertinently: "In the era of the Dark Lord's heyday, Slytherin also cleaned up Gryffindor wizards like today."

"Indeed." Draco smiled, but there was only indifference in his blue-gray eyes: "It doesn't matter whether it's justice or evil. Whoever holds power and writes history is justice." , gently stroking the place where the Dark Mark used to be: "I have no chance to experience how powerful the Dark Lord's Cruciatus Curse is, but Gryffindor Oro's..." He shook his head and didn't continue, Turning to William, he asked, "You haven't answered yet, secretly reading that letter so late?"

William laughed: "I didn't take it apart."

"Who the hell is Caesar?"

"My uncle."

Draco looked at him fixedly, and William had no choice but to continue: "After I returned to Schiller Manor, my popularity was not very good. Except for Alan, he was the only person who was willing to talk to me."

"Sounds like a nice guy."

"A good man?" William smiled again: "Well, to me, he is indeed a good man."

Draco raised his eyebrows: "Then why don't you read his letter?"

William was at a loss for words, and after a long time he said, "This is good for everyone."

Silence again.

Draco drank his third glass of wine and watched William wipe the wine utensils in a daze.The other party was still wearing a daytime shirt, with the sleeves rolled up to the elbow, exposing a muscular forearm.The golden curly hair was not tied up, it was casually worn, with a kind of careless laziness.The light from the upstairs opposite hit his face, leaving half of his face in shadow, and his amber eyes were deeper than usual.

It's not bad to marry this person, Draco once again had the idea that was reviewed by a lot of people more than a month ago.How nice William is, it doesn't matter if his surname is not Schiller...

He drank another sip of wine, and more memories flooded his mind that he couldn't get rid of, all after he arrived in Muggle London, and William almost occupied the whole frame.William wearing an apron on Baker Street in the morning, William taking him to "work" in a suit and leather shoes, William running with him in sportswear, William holding a magic wand to stop the fire... and now this, in the dim light of the office building next door Next, William who asked him if he wanted another glass of wine.

Draco looked at him, and it took him half a beat to react, pushing the cup forward.

The people at the bar didn't look up, they silently mixed the drinks, and silently pushed them back in front of him.

"This is the last drink," William said on the seventh glass, and Draco smiled at him silly, little stars twinkling in his blue-gray eyes.Seeing that he rarely forgot the etiquette of the Malfoy family, and almost lay down on the bar, William couldn't help laughing too.The two of them just quietly accompanied each other in the living room with no lights on, until the last light in the opposite office building went out, and they were also surrounded by darkness.

The boy had already fallen asleep, and was lying on his stomach quietly at the moment, breathing so lightly that he could hardly hear him.William walked around the bar.Bend down and slowly picked him up, put him back on the bed in the bedroom, watched him roll up the quilt spontaneously as soon as he touched the softness, wrapped himself into a silkworm chrysalis, buried his head under the pillow, and did not move.

The wind blew the heavy floor-to-ceiling curtains, William walked over to close the windows, pulled the curtains tightly, and turned on the floor lamp by the bed.

"Have a good dream this time." A pale golden mist penetrated Draco's forehead from his hands, and he stood for a while, making sure that Draco would not wake up this time before leaving quietly.

The practical class in Diagon Alley continued smoothly, and the wizarding world wished that all the dark wizards there would disappear voluntarily, and no one cared about how many people died suddenly.Under William's powerful memory spell, no one remembered that there was a wanted criminal here.

Since the first day, Draco had no more nightmares, and his mastery of the dark arts became more and more proficient. After a few days, he hit his first enemy with the Killing Curse.

William is right, he is indeed very talented.

"If I had been more serious when I was in school, maybe I would be a qualified dark wizard now." Draco said proudly after returning from Diagon Alley again.

William was noncommittal about this, and Deni, who had been limp on the sofa all afternoon, jumped up: "Where did you go again?"

Draco looked at him inexplicably: "What's your problem?"

"It stinks!" Denis complained.

Draco frowned and sniffed his clothes vigorously, but there was nothing.William laughed: "Don't forget he's a vampire."

"Can you smell it too?" Draco asked looking up at him.

William wrinkled his nose: "A little... just a little." He glanced at the blood on Draco's trousers, the smell should come from there, and he didn't know which unlucky ghost it belonged to.

After getting the answer, Draco rushed into the bathroom with a cold face, and the clothes he didn't wear a few times were directly stuffed into the trash can.

Deni watched Draco close the bathroom door and said to William, "He's improving very quickly."

William raised his eyebrows: "Did you go to Diagon Alley?"

I went there yesterday, and I was watching there for a while. Denis shuddered when he thought of the boy's ruthlessness against those dark wizards.The power of black magic is really terrible, and it didn't take long to turn the kitten into a poisonous snake.

"I just want to remind you that as far as I know, dark wizards always die at the hands of their apprentices."

Denis could see that William had been nice to Draco, so nice that Draco had absolutely no reason to kill him.But dark wizards are a group of strange creatures, and it has almost become a tradition for apprentices to kill mentors, as if they don't fit in with the group otherwise.

But of course this kind of thing doesn't need a vampire's reminder. William himself knows dark wizards better than anyone else. He still walked slowly to the coffee table and poured himself a glass of red wine, took a sip before perfunctory: "Thank you for your concern, but Draco wouldn't treat me that way. The reason..." He thought for a moment, then suddenly laughed, and said jokingly, "Personal charm."