[Comprehensive] The Wizard and the Fugitive

In the box of a French restaurant in the highest living area of ​​the Quidditch World Cup, there was a circle of people around the dining table, which was supposed to show a romantic atmosphere, so full that the box seemed a bit crowded.

William drank the black tea calmly, as if he didn't feel that the atmosphere in the room was extremely weird.In the opposite position, Anna smiled dignifiedly, she was already the most perfect lady.Alan was beside her, his face was a little pale from watching the game for two consecutive days, but he was in good spirits. He was discussing the export tax with Norwegian Minister of Magic Jack and Caesar.

Next to them, three young men from the British Ministry of Magic glared at Draco Malfoy, who looked relaxed and at ease. Harry looked a bit relieved in surprise, and Ron looked impatient, obviously Not liking this encounter, Hermione remained expressionless, calm and deliberately stiff under Draco's playful scrutiny.

How this table was assembled, no one can say clearly.Earlier in the day, Draco had announced to Blaise and Pansy his plan to meet his old Gryffindor friends, but it was met with opposition, and Blaise and Pansy said goodbye and went back to the hotel after the game.

Draco scoffed at their avoidance, and he thought about carefully planning a reunion of old friends. Malfoy's appearance must not be ordinary, and he must give the three of Potter a big enough "surprise".

However, before the so-called "surprise" was planned, Anna and Alan happened to bump into them outside the arena. Anna kindly offered to invite them to have lunch. Alan not only did not object, but also showed strong approval. He insisted on dragging them to the restaurant booked by Schiller's house.

They didn't know that at the same time, Caesar, who was going to the same restaurant, happened to meet the three members of the British Ministry of Magic again.He politely invited the three of them to have a meal together, and Ron, who was already so hungry that his chest was on his back, didn't realize that the invitation was insincere, immediately agreed happily, and Hermione had no time to stop him.

So Caesar could only keep smiling, and took Potter and the three to meet Allen, and the two teams met unexpectedly in the hall of French cuisine.

When Harry saw Draco, Draco's eyes met Hermione's, and the moment of silence almost froze the entire restaurant.

"So, what have you been up to lately?" At the dining table, Draco looked at the three Gryffindors and asked casually.

"Fill the hole made by Slytherin." Ron rolled his eyes and replied very unfriendly.

The Slytherins swept away a large number of Galleons and brought a lot of trouble to the British wizarding world. Now Malfoy asked them what they were doing as if he didn't know anything, which was simply mocking.

His attitude was bad, but Draco didn't care at all. As one of the culprits that caused the current situation in the wizarding world, Ron's sarcasm was simply a compliment in his ears.It just shows that the mess he left behind has enough weight to make them suffer for a while.

Draco showed a smirk: "After so many years of donations from various families, the Ministry of Magic should learn to rely on itself." He looked at Harry and raised the corners of his mouth: "I'm surprised that you still have time to come Watch the Quidditch World Cup."

Ron shrugged: "Maybe it's because Slytherin isn't as important as I thought."

"I've already seen this from a solid playlist." Draco said sarcastically, "Vincent? Are you mistaken? I guess the reason for arresting him can only be that he is poor." Hogwarts."

"None of your business!" Ron said angrily.Facing Malfoy's provocation, he habitually touched his wand.

Draco glanced at his movements, slowly raised his hands, and said eccentrically, "Don't point your wand at me, it will scare me."

The movement here has attracted everyone's attention, and a fight in the restaurant is obviously not acceptable to Allen, and it has already made him frown deeply.Harry also didn't want to go back to the school's fighting mode as soon as they met, he just ignored the tension between Ron and Draco, and said before his friends taunted him back: "Malfoy, do you want to go back to the British wizarding world? "

His question attracted everyone's attention, and even Alan raised his eyebrows unexpectedly, gaining a new understanding of the sense of justice of the British savior.

I have to say that Harry Potter is indeed admirable, but if the Schiller family had such a younger brother who gave the enemy opportunities everywhere, Alan thought, he probably couldn't help but kill him long ago.

"Your case can actually be retried." Harry continued, looking at Hermione seeking support: "Right? I've already submitted the application."

The Gryffindor girl showed an expression of "I knew it", nodded coldly, and winked wildly at Ron, hoping that he would say a few words, at least not to let Harry say it in front of others now promise nothing.However, Ron didn't notice her gesture at all, or Ron didn't even think about making a secret sign with Hermione because he knew his good brother well, and it wouldn't be useful anyway.

"What is the retrial?" Anna interrupted suddenly after hearing this.The expression is innocent as if out of pure curiosity.Ron answered her without thinking: "Draco Malfoy, Britain's first-class war criminal, don't you know?"

Among the people present, probably the people from the Norwegian Ministry of Magic heard for the first time that there was a war criminal from Britain in their jurisdiction.But the members of the Schiller family were very calm, so they could only keep silent. Only Anna stared exaggeratedly, covered her mouth, and looked frightened: "Merlin! Alan, you heard Have you ever done this?"

Allen raised the corners of his mouth and looked at her with a half-smile, his tone was still gentle: "The Schiller family doesn't care about such trivial matters, and I thought the Petrovic family did the same."

"Indeed." Caesar said suddenly, "The rules here have always been different from those in England."

"Can……"

Anna still wanted to keep pestering her, but Caesar's warning gaze immediately looked over and made her shut up.The two of them rarely show any relationship in front of people, but this sudden eye contact did not make Alan have the slightest doubt. It was as if he didn't see what the two people around him were doing secretly bypassing him. A drama between people.

Mr. Potter was still explaining the issue of the retrial to Draco, trying to restrain the anger caused by the other party's dismissive look, but Allen could see that the savior's patience was about to run out.When Malfoy wanted to piss someone off, few people could hold their own in front of them, let alone the Gryffindor lion, who had always been known for his impulsiveness.

He lowered his head and coughed twice, stood up from his seat, and said with a pale face, "Sorry, I need to go out."

No one was aware of the physical condition of the person in charge of the Schiller family. People from the Norwegian Ministry of Magic even followed him out of the banquet graciously, hoping to take the opportunity to get close.Only William raised his eyebrows. Seeing him being helped out of the door with a weak look, he wondered what the hell was going on.

He glanced at Caesar, who didn't mind Alan's sudden departure, and obviously didn't take this nephew seriously.

In the box, Anna stared at Draco with a gloomy face, and Draco raised his chin, listening to Harry's "nonsense" with arrogance and disdain.In the corridor separated from them by a wall, Allen gently pushed the Norwegian official away, stood up straight, beckoned for a waiter, and pointed to the door behind him: "Lock this door."

The waiter froze for a moment: "What about the guests inside?"

Allen smiled and patted him on the shoulder: "Listen, I'm doing this for your own good. Who knows what will happen in a while, you have to think about the safety of other guests, right?"

"Yes, yes..." The waiter was shocked and stammered after being photographed.

"Lock tighter, don't let me down." Remembering that there was William in the box, Allen sighed: "Forget it, I'll do it myself."

He pressed his hand on the door panel, whispered a string of obscure ancient runes, then took two steps back, admiring the magic circle slowly lighting up on the door.

"Who are you?" The Norwegian official asked cautiously.

Allen smiled at him with cold eyes: "Thank you for your concern, now, you can leave."

The other party immediately shut up tactfully, and as soon as they walked out of the restaurant door, they escaped like apparating and ran away.