[Comprehensive] The Wizard and the Fugitive

The Gryffindor trio would not have imagined that today would be such an unlucky day, just visiting Bryggen, and actually met Draco Malfoy again, and the Schiller who was with him.The other two had just disapparated from Mount Floyen, and they appeared less than ten meters away from them.

"This is a Muggle street!" Hermione's eyes widened and she almost shouted.

The familiar voice pierced his ears, Draco noticed the three Gryffindors, and rolled his eyes impatiently, pointing to the Muggles around them who didn't respond at all, and walked straight past them: "If you weren't yelling like that, no one would pay attention to us."

"What are you doing here?" Harry asked.

"We live here." Draco lifted his chin, said slowly, and pointed to the mailbox of a house next to him, with two surnames, Schiller and Malfoy engraved on it.

Ron raised his head, looked at the old and not very big house in front of him, and said objectively: "This is not like where Malfoy lives."

"It's as if you've really been to Malfoy Manor." Draco said sarcastically, stepped up the steps, opened the door, and raised his chin at the three Gryffindors again: "Come in and sit down? "

The three of them were taken aback by the invitation from Malfoy, Ron froze in place, and Hermione looked at Draco suspiciously, always feeling that there was some conspiracy.In the end it was Harry who agreed first, and they followed through the door.

The inside of the house looks no different from other Hanseatic League buildings on the street all day. It completely maintains the original structure, pure wood, looks simple and full of age, it is the style of history lovers, if Ravenclaw Living here would probably be very enjoyable, but no matter how you looked at it, it didn't feel like Malfoy's liking.

Malfoy should... well, at least some gold, silver and diamonds, right?

"What misunderstanding did you have about Malfoy?" Draco's voice was filled with strong dissatisfaction, and Ron realized that he had spoken out all his conjectures.But he wasn't afraid of Draco's dissatisfaction, and he simply said, "It's you showing off all day, that's why I thought so."

The word flaunt made Draco very upset, but now was not the time to quarrel with Weasley, he didn't answer, let this episode pass silently.

As soon as William came in, he went to prepare refreshments for the guests, and when they had toured the whole house, he happened to put the last plate of biscuits on the table.Hermione looked at him a few more times, and was full of doubts about this very homely, Hufflepuff-like Schiller, but William just smiled at her gently, which made her feel ashamed to continue doubting.

Several people sat at the old wooden square table, next to the fireplace, and under their feet was a huge white bear skin rug.For a moment, Harry felt that this place was very similar to Hagrid's style, but considering that Slytherins didn't like Hagrid very much, he didn't express his thoughts, but swallowed the familiarity silently.

"Have you been in Bergen since you left?" he asked.

Draco shook his head, glanced at Hermione, and raised the corner of his mouth: "I'm in London, I just came here before the game."

His answer made Hermione frown in annoyance, but no one noticed that it was unusual, and Ron's earth-shattering cough drew everyone's attention.

"Muggle London?" he yelled, as inconceivable as hearing a troll singing tenor.

Draco rolled his eyes and asked impatiently, "Is there another London?"

Malfoy had actually lived in the Muggle world for several months, and he seemed to be doing well.This discovery caused Ron, who had lived in the magic world since he was a child and grew up listening to the gossip of various families, to have indigestion for a while, and the whole person fell into a kind of sluggishness.

Harry's gaze scanned Draco's whole body, and he suddenly realized how unbelievable it was for Gryffindor to wear a short-sleeved T-shirt, which was so common for Gryffindors.And Draco Malfoy has been hanging around in this suit all day.

"You've changed a lot." He said with mixed feelings.For a while, he felt that such a change in Draco must have been forced to complete during the great changes in the Malfoy family, and at the same time, he felt that there was nothing wrong with this change, at least he was willing to treat Muggles correctly, which would definitely be a good thing for future retrials.

"People will always change." Draco shrugged indifferently, and took William's hand: "Let me introduce formally, this is my fiancé, you can call him Schiller."

After a few seconds of silence, Harry asked suspiciously, "Your fiancé?"

Draco nodded, it was rare that he didn't use his chin to look at people, instead he smiled sincerely at the three of them: "I will go back to England to get married in a while."

"Wait!" Harry looked at Draco, then at William, and was horrified to find that the two of them were quite suitable for sitting together. "Merlin!" With a broken face, he looked at Ron for help: "Men and men? Marriage?"

Ron looked back blankly: "What's wrong?"

Remembering that this savior boy actually grew up in the Muggle world, William kindly explained: "Same-sex marriage has always existed in the wizarding world for hundreds of years, don't be surprised."

Only then did Ron come to his senses, and looked at Harry a little embarrassedly: "You don't know? I'm sorry I didn't explain this to you. I thought it was common sense. I didn't expect Muggles to have different rules."

"Oh——" Harry was stunned, ruthlessly shattered by the "common sense" that suddenly fell down, his mind was full of confusion, and he politely said: "Then...then, I wish you happiness? "

Draco smiled, ignored Harry's stammering and uncertain tone, accepted the blessing, and casually invited them to Malfoy Manor to attend the wedding.

Hermione frowned all the time, and finally found a chance to interject: "Malfoy, you'd better not show up in the British wizarding world."

"Hermione!" Harry called.

Hermione sighed: "The retrial cannot be completed in one day. Even if I am the director, I have to follow the rules."

What she said was sincere, and the problem was real. Harry couldn't refute it, so he could only look at Draco apologetically, but Draco was not as disappointed as he thought, and turned back calmly. Reassure him: "It's okay, there will be a solution at that time. Just remember to come to the wedding."

"Of course." Harry agreed immediately.

The three of them stayed here until the evening, and left after eating the English dinner that William specially prepared for them, and walked slowly along the beautiful streets of Bergen at night back to the hotel.

"I actually think Malfoy is quite easy to get along with now." Ron said on the road, after thinking about it, he added: "Compared to before."

Harry nodded: "Indeed, the matter of the Malfoy family must have stimulated him a lot."

"Maybe it's because of love?" Ron joked, "That Schiller looks like a nice guy, what's his name?"

Harry thought for a while, Draco didn't mention the man's name when he introduced it, and he happened to be distracted by other things when he wanted to ask a few times, so he could only shake his head: "I don't know."

Hermione, who was walking among them, couldn't stand it and yelled, "Is it just me who thinks the whole thing is so weird!"

Ron was at a loss: "What?"

Hermione pointed at the three people back and forth, and said in a panic, "We just had dinner at Malfoy's house, and you said you were going to his wedding?"

Ron and Harry looked at each other and shrugged: "It's a bit weird."

Hermione stopped abruptly, turned her head and stared at him fiercely, as if his casual tone just now was extremely hateful.

"Feel sorry!"

The man walking behind them didn't expect Hermione to stop suddenly, and accidentally bumped into her, and the two fell together.In order to protect the lady, the man put it underneath, which didn't hurt Hermione, but he sprained his foot.

Hermione got up embarrassed: "It's my fault, are you okay?"

"It's okay, don't worry." The man said easily, but he could only sit on the ground, frowning and hugging his ankles.The three Gryffindors made eye contact and decided to send the man to the nearest community hospital first.

Harry and Ron supported him to stand up, walked forward slowly, and asked, "Are you here for a tourist?" The man's standard London accent didn't look like a local.

The other party smiled: "Yes. Are you also British?"

Harry nodded: "My name is Harry Potter, and I used to live in London."

Ron spoke on the other side: "I'm Ron Weasley." He smiled at Hermione and said, "This is Hermione, my wife."

The man memorized every name seriously, with a polite smile on his face, but excitement hidden in his deep eyes.He restrained his emotions, and replied friendly like an ordinary person who met a fellow countryman abroad: "Hello, my name is Sherlock Holmes, just ask me to go Sherlock."