[Comprehensive] The Wizard and the Fugitive

The atmosphere in the box of a certain restaurant on Bergen Avenue was weird. Blaise and Pansy, who had just met up with old friends by accident, had calmed down and sat obediently across from Draco and William, silently watching how their Master Malfoy took it for granted. Accepting a series of meticulous services from William.

As Pansy said, William Schiller, who has always been rumored, is as gentle as a Hufflepuff, which is unbelievable.

None of the four people spoke, and the slight movement of the knife and fork colliding was like thunder, until Draco couldn't stand it and found a topic to break the silence.

"When did you come?"

"Yesterday." Blaise replied immediately, "Pancy wants to go around more. Girls can't do without shopping."

"What about the rest?"

Blaise knew who he was asking, and he was silent for a while before he said, "Most of the Slytherins who have not been arrested are in France and Italy, and some have gone to North America."

Draco nodded: "You guys are the only ones here this time?"

Blaise sighed: "Not everyone is willing to take the risk of meeting the savior to watch the Quidditch game. You know, the hero Potter loves Quidditch, and he is the best seeker in our session."

The title of the best Seeker made Draco snort in disapproval, but the results of the Hogwarts competitions in those years were not enough to support his rebuttal, so he could only reluctantly choose to remain silent.

Blaise continued: "However, there have been a lot of things happening in the British magic world recently. There are arrest missions everywhere. I heard that he has become Oro again. He may not have time to come to Norway to watch the game."

Pansy said disapprovingly: "I've said it many times, he will come, it was written in the Daily Prophet."

Blaise let out a chuckle. "Come on, remember fourth grade? The Daily Prophet would be bullshit."

Thinking of the polyamory incident during the Triwizard Tournament, the three Slytherins couldn't help laughing, and the atmosphere finally stopped being stiff.Blaise boldly glanced at William, who had been silent all the time. The other party only listened to their chat quietly all the time, without any sense of presence. If he didn't pay attention to it deliberately, he would even ignore the presence of a fourth person here.

His observations were not well hidden, and he was quickly discovered, but the other party just gave him a faint look, and there was even a friendly smile on the corner of his mouth.This casualness made Blaise suddenly understand that William only wanted to play Draco's fiancé in front of them, and he didn't need to care about other identities.

Slytherin is good at judging the situation. Once they noticed William's attitude, Blaise and Pansy immediately relaxed a lot. The topic slowly turned to Draco himself. When talking about his life in Muggle London, William naturally inserted the topic, At the end of the lunch, the atmosphere among the four of them was already very harmonious.William took the initiative to invite Blaise and Pansy to go to Bergen's fjord beach and spend the afternoon there.

The sudden reunion of old friends made Draco very pleasantly surprised, but when he returned home in the night and quietly recalled the events of the day, he felt sincerely sad.Families huddled in the manors of their European relatives, and did not dare to appear in any place where they might meet Gryffindors. Friends never communicated for safety reasons, and they didn't know that they were in the same city until they ran into each other on the street.

They hid everywhere, and they were no longer worthy of the name of Slytherin. Instead, they were more like those black wizards and scum in Diagon Alley, who didn't dare to appear in front of people openly, as if they were some shameful and dirty things.

can't go on like this...

A glass of LePin was handed in front of him, William walked around the high-backed chair and sat down next to Draco: "Let me guess, are you thinking of Slytherin?"

Draco took a sip of his drink, nodding in acknowledgment.

William smiled: "Salazar Slytherin himself probably would not have imagined that a school would divide the entire British wizarding world into what it is today."

The disagreement existed from the beginning, and Draco reminded with a frown: "He left Hogwarts because of the conflict with Gryffindor."

"Yeah." William shrugged, with a casual sarcasm in his tone: "The dark wizard Slytherin from the swamp is no match for Gryffindor at all. Once a conflict occurs, he will run away in desperation, leaving only one Big snake, scares people with legends."

Draco frowned deeper: "What do you mean?"

"History is written by future generations, and it should not always be limited to it." William said: "About your Big Four, Britain has left no reliable official historical records at all, and a sentence must be added in front of all written materials. —According to the legend." He turned to look at Draco and asked, "If Salazar was really forced to leave, why didn't his students react at all?"

Draco frowned and remained silent, William sighed: "Miss Granger wrote a book after the war."

Thinking of the memoir that exposed too much of his dark history, Draco's face darkened, and he almost gritted his teeth and said, "I know!"

"It mentions what happened when you were in the first grade." William directly poked at the event that Draco was least willing to recall: "At first, Potter rejected your friendship." He glanced at the boy who was eager to argue, He waved his hand: "Don't rush to refute. It should be your father's account to make friends with Potter, right?"

William was right, but Draco was stunned by this question that already had an answer.The matter of the first grade was indeed a task assigned to him by his father. He didn't complete it well, and his father didn't blame him for it, so the matter was naturally forgotten.It wasn't until the end of the war that he was unable to save the family that he finally realized the profound meaning of his father's original arrangement.

He had refused to think about it, for fear of finding out that he had played a part in the decline of the Malfoy family.

William got up and walked over, hugged the gloomy boy into his arms, and opened his clenched fist a little bit: "Don't think too much, Malfoy's problem is not something you can cause."

"if……"

"No if." William interrupted: "I've read the news, Potter is a very upright person in his bones, even if you become good brothers, he may not speak for Malfoy out of friendship." He knelt down , looked into Draco's eyes, and firmly held his hands: "I just want to remind you, think more about how Lucius will deal with it now."

The eyes of the two met, and Draco felt that he was sucked into memory by the deep amber color in William's eyes. His father's voice came from the study of Malfoy Manor, and he looked at the portraits of his ancestors hanging on the walls on both sides. Go through the corridor and come to the door of the study.

The voice inside was distorted and came out intermittently and vaguely. He could only distinguish a few familiar sentences, "Pay attention to balance", "Don't put all your eggs in the same basket", "Assess the situation, but don't be afraid" .

Those voices surrounded him, all of which were taught by his father that he had neglected before, which gradually cleared up his confused thinking, and finally showed his first smile after returning home.