[Comprehensive] The Wizard and the Fugitive

Meeting the Muggle Queen on Muggle National Day?Draco shook his head immediately: "Not interested."

William frowned: "I have to go that day."

Draco was unmoved: "I have other things recently."

This answer made William stunned. Before today, he had never considered that Draco would have his own life, so that this supposedly normal thing caught him off guard.

"I know why you want me to meet the queen." Draco looked at William's dazed expression, and said seriously: "Everything in Malfoy is frozen in the manor, if I want to return to the wizarding world, I'd better Accumulate strength here in Muggles, don't you?"

William nodded: "This is the best arrangement."

True, but it was also William's arrangement.Draco has never seriously considered what to do after returning to the wizarding world. He always felt that relying on Schiller was Malfoy's greatest protection, until the light kiss last night made him realize that instead of relying on William for everything, he always needs Beloved boy, he wants to stand on the same level as William and be a man who can take responsibility.

"Malfoy has two gemstone mines in Africa, and the British Ministry of Magic can't control them. I plan to use them as a basis, first establish a jewelry company in London, and then slowly develop other luxury industries." Draco said His own plan is very serious: "I will be very busy in the next period of time."

William listened and nodded.He noticed that Draco was looking directly into his eyes when he spoke, serious and determined, but also faintly longing for his approval, the blue-gray eyes burning with a flame called ambition.

Ambition is the beginning of every Malfoy's growth.

William sighed regretfully: "It seems that our plan for the Quidditch World Cup is going to fail."

"Why?" Draco frowned, and immediately turned into a hot-blooded boy in front of Quidditch: "I will finish all the work of setting up the company before then, and the rest can be handed over to Denis. I didn't Intending to stay in the Muggle world forever."

When the vampire heard his name, he raised his head in bewilderment: "What?"

Under William's expressionless gaze, Deni heard the boy finalize his future irrefutably: "Deni Bartolomé, I now formally appoint you as the Muggle agent of the Malfoy family."

Deni was at a loss: "Agent for what?"

"The Malfoy family's industry in the Muggle world - the Merlin Group." Draco raised his chin and announced proudly.

The Merlin Group was no joke, Draco plunged headlong into the Muggle business circle, and took Denis around every day.William silently followed the progress of the Merlin Group, so as not to let Draco get away with it. However, Malfoy was born with a talent for making money. Even if Draco couldn't adapt to many rules of the Muggle world for a while, he would definitely not play off.

In this way, William became the one with the most leisure time, staying at home every day, after finishing his work as a house husband, he watched the gossip of 221b next door at the window.

Returning to Baker Street, William truly realized how popular Sherlock is now, and the headlines in a few issues of the newspaper were not enough to show his popularity.Look at the reporters piled up at the entrance of 221b below. William estimated that this is what the entrance of international superstars looks like.

Today's newspaper headlines used the word "triangular relationship" to describe the entanglement between Sherlock, Watson and their counterpart, the crime expert Moriarty. The crowd waited for the door of 221b to be opened.

Everyone in London knows that Scotland Yard has always encountered strange cases that cannot be solved recently, and Mr. Detective must come out of his home to assume the sacred profession of vigilante police.

Moriarty has made so many preparations, what exactly is he going to do?

Various speculations flashed through William's mind, but he still couldn't connect the assassination of the Queen with the flattering of Sherlock, so he could only give up for the time being and wait for Moriarty to reveal the mystery himself.

When Draco and Deni came back, they unfortunately caught up with the detective and doctor next door who had just squeezed through the questioning and rushed into the door of 221b.The reporters who were still not satisfied turned their heads and surrounded the two of them tightly. Draco only felt a dazzling white light flash, and then the microphones with the logos of various TV stations and broadcasting websites were poked under his nose, and his ears were messed up. The problem disturbs the buzzing.

"Are you acquainted with Mr. Holmes?"

"What is the relationship between Mr. Holmes and his cohabitant?"

"Have you seen Moriarty himself?"

"Is he really connected to 221b Baker Street?"

Denis opened the way ahead, trying to control the strength of his vampire, so as not to throw anyone out of frustration.Fortunately, William quickly noticed them, and a burst of magic power quietly protruded from the house, and quietly squeezed a gap between the reporters, just enough for the two to pass through smoothly.

"It's really terrible." Draco let out a long sigh of relief, nestled in the sofa, and took the smoothie that William handed him: "I hope that whatever Moriarty wants to do, as soon as possible."

William glanced at the calendar, there were still three days until National Day.

Denis was delayed at the door for a while before coming in, with an extra letter from Norway in his hand, still signed by Kaiser Schiller.

"Poor postman." He said gloatingly, "I don't know when I can get rid of those reporters."

William took the letter, just glanced at it, and put it in the drawer, neatly stacking it with the first letter from Norway.He was so focused on thinking far across the English Channel that it took him a moment to notice that Draco was staring at him too.

"What's wrong?" he asked raising his eyebrows.

Draco immediately turned his head, coughed in embarrassment, and muttered: "It's nothing... let's talk about it."

William didn't have much curiosity, and Draco didn't force himself to say more.

Draco didn't wait too long to say it again. That night, when William was leaning on the bedside to read a book, Draco knocked on his bedroom door.

"Come in." He took off his glasses and put the book on the bedside.

Draco pushed open the door, and at a glance he saw William sitting on the bed wearing only silk pajama pants, with his entire upper body exposed, his firm chest and curvaceous abs hitting his eyes with the most high-definition posture.Draco paused slightly, closed the door behind his back, and walked to the bed.

"For you." He took a small box out of his pocket, his eyes rested on William's rolling Adam's apple for a moment, and then moved away casually.

William took the box and opened it.Inside was a serpent-shaped ring with a halo of emeralds, much like Draco's pendant.

He laughed, his amber eyes curved into a happy arc: "You want to give me a ring?"

The boy put his hands in his trouser pockets, put his body in a relaxed manner, and said dryly: "This is a Virgo from the Merlin Group. I think it suits you quite well, so I took it back...Do you want it or not!"

William picked up the ring with a smile and put it on his left middle finger, just right.

"Do you need me to return the gift?"

Draco, who was admiring William's left hand, froze for a moment: "What?"

William nodded his chin towards the ring: "Return."

Draco blinked, unaware that his slowly turning red face had exposed his inner world, and he raised his chin pretending to be calm, and said two words in a consistent tone as much as possible: "It's up to you."

William lowered his head to look at the ring, and the corners of his mouth slightly curled up: "You already have the silver and green snake. How about a dragon shape? Or do you want a more ordinary shape?"

"Up to you!" Draco gave him an annoyed look, walked quickly to the door, and then turned around: "Good night, William."

William looked at him with a smile: "Good night, Draco."

Three days passed quickly. At 6:11 in the morning of June 9, Draco watched William leave, hoping that Baker Street would return to peace after today, and those disturbing reporters were chasing new targets.

At 9:17, Draco and Deni left No. 220 and headed for the city center.The whole of London was covered by the Union Jack flag flying, and martial law had already begun on the route, so Deni had to drive around and merge into the most congested road.There were many young people wearing national flags passing by on the sidewalk, Draco just glanced at it, then turned his head without interest, and continued to check emails on the tablet.

Not long after they left, Sherlock was called to Scotland Yard by a manic phone call from Greg.Mrs. Hudson went to a friend's house the day before yesterday, and Watson was left alone in 221b and 220. He just opened his eyes on Saturday morning.

At 9:20, Watson went out to get a newspaper in his pajamas with his hair messed up.The owner of the shop opposite him waved to him from a distance, and shouted excitedly, "We all believe in you", and the loud voice attracted the attention of many people. Watson smiled awkwardly, and hurried back home.

He went to the kitchen to make coffee, went into the bathroom, and closed the door.At this time, William was looking for a parking space near Trafalgar Square, the terminal station of the trip. Sherlock had just come out of Scotland Yard and was standing on the side of the road waiting for a taxi. At 9:34, Watson sat down in the restaurant with a cup in hand, opened today's newspaper, and sprayed a sip of coffee on the newspaper.

Now he knows what the store owner across the street is talking about. Look at today's front page: Sherlock Holmes' cohabitant is actually a close friend of crime expert Moriarty!

what is this!

The vigilance of Moriarty made Watson react quickly. He picked up his coat and was about to go to Scotland Yard. However, before he could go downstairs, he heard the door of 221b being forcibly opened. He rushed to the stairs in a few steps, shocked He watched as a team of heavily armed agents came in with guns in hand.

"Found the target." The person walking in the front saw him appear and immediately reported to the walkie-talkie.

The soldier's reflexes made Watson turn and run to the desk quickly, scribbling a few words on the newspaper before the men came up.When he raised his head again, the muzzles of several black holes were all aimed at his head.

"I have to declare, no matter what you heard, it's all a misunderstanding! Moriarty has messed up!" Watson was forced to raise his hands, explaining in vain.The agent didn't react at all, quickly controlled his arm and handcuffed him behind his back.

"John Watson, you were arrested on suspicion of planning several major terrorist incidents." One of the agents said and pushed him out of the room: "If you have anything to say, wait for a while to explain."

The action took just 2 minutes. Watson was pushed into a police car and taken away under the watchful eyes of everyone on Baker Street.

At 9:47, Sherlock came back from Scotland Yard. The violently broken door of 221b Baker Street was still open. It took him only 0.1 second to react before rushing upstairs.The room hadn't been turned, only a chair in the living room had been hastily brought down.Watson was not at home, and a newspaper fell on the floor.Sherlock picked it up and swept it hastily, then his expression changed drastically, and he rushed out again like the wind.

At exactly 10 o'clock, William and Mycroft met by chance in a coffee shop on the second floor by Trafalgar Square at the end of the line.At this time, there was still an hour before the arrival of the queen, people outside had gradually gathered, and the noise was getting louder. This coffee shop became a rare "pure land" because of the prohibitive price.

McCoff was obviously absent-minded, but when he saw William, he came over to say hello politely: "Good day, Your Excellency the Earl, I didn't expect you to come too."

"Join the fun." William smiled and asked, "Is there anything you need to ask yourself today?"

Mycroft smiled politely, and answered without content: "I also need to go out for a walk occasionally."

At this time, a phone rang, and Mycroft took out the phone to look at it, and after a few seconds, he pressed it to connect.William couldn't see anything from his expression, he could only hear him say in a flat tone: "I know, I didn't give the order... No..." He glanced at William and said sorry Gestures, hurried to the bathroom before continuing: "Listen, Sherlock, I don't know what trouble you have caused again. The person who captured John is targeting the queen. If I help you, the consequences will be disastrous... The queen is to you Just a stranger, but to most British people, she is a national symbol... No, I will never make fun of the whole country for you!"

The phone was hung up harshly, and McCoff sighed with a headache, and contacted his subordinates again, but the answer he got was still that no suspicious person was found.

Will it be a pretense?McCoff didn't dare to bet, he knew who was behind this incident—Moriarty, a lunatic.Who dares to bet the queen's life on the idea of ​​a madman.

At 10:26, Sherlock rushed to the square. Among the crowds of people, all kinds of Mizi flags were in sight, painted on the face, wrapped on the body, dyed in the hair... After a while, only the flags remained. dazzled.

In the blue, white and red, a man in a black shirt suddenly passed by, Sherlock immediately chased after him, and was almost blocked by a group of high school students on the way.However, when he got close, he found that the man was shopping in front of the hot dog stand, with a name tag on his chest, and he was from a nearby securities company.

The noise comes from all directions, forming a pure natural stereo surround.Standing on the edge of the square, Sherlock's nose was filled with the smell of hot dogs, as if he heard the footsteps of fate approaching.

Watson must be rescued.

Since Moriarty wanted to use the queen to threaten Mycroft not to intervene, it would never be as simple as just taking people away for no reason.

The melody of stayinalive suddenly sounded loudly, interrupting Sherlock's high-speed running train of thought.The eyes of the people around were reflexively cast on Sherlock, he quickly reacted, took out an unfamiliar mobile phone from his coat pocket, and pressed the answer button without even looking at it.

"Dear Sherlock, miss me?" The exaggerated tone of the familiar stage play was transmitted to the ears through the current, and it was especially clear in the noisy crowd.