[Comprehensive] The Wizard and the Fugitive

The third Quidditch group match will usher in the duel between England and Bulgaria. Draco pulled William Apparation to the arena early in the morning, ready to wave the flag for England.

As soon as he entered the competition area, there were English Quidditch fanatics wearing national flags everywhere on the road. William walked in it with a calm expression, which was particularly abrupt. Many fans glared at him, including Draco.

"You can't blame me." William shrugged helplessly: "We can look forward to Norway's victory over Greece, but England's victory against Bulgaria?" He shook his head, thinking that there was no need to go any further.

"We won Bulgaria in 1976, twice!" Draco retorted loudly, as excited as if he had seen those two victories with his own eyes.

"1976..." William murmured and repeated, shaking his head again, but chose to remain silent in order to prevent the boy from continuing to quarrel with him on the road.

Passing through the Englishmen holding the Union Jack, the Bulgarian fans leisurely gathered at the entrance of the tavern, looking very calm and sure of winning.

"Just wait!" Draco walked past with his head held high, his chin raised higher than ever: "Let them know what a crushing defeat is today!"

William smiled, and didn't dampen his inexplicably high self-confidence. He just walked by and released a powerful magic pressure silently, making those Bulgarians who rolled up their sleeves because of Draco's provocative remarks retreat back with aggrieved faces.

The two reached the top floor, walked through the curved corridor to find Blaise and Pansy, and passed another staircase on the way, just in time to meet Schiller and his party.Just after the chaos yesterday, they faced each other again. The Schillers who knew something about it all looked subtle, but Alan was not abnormal at all. He walked over enthusiastically and gave William and Draco a strong hug.

Considering the good deal made yesterday, Draco went along with the show with a smile.His gaze swept behind Allen, and Caesar, who had been walking beside the person in power, was a few steps behind today, mixed with several other family members, wishing he could simply disappear.It's a pity that the network he has worked so hard to manage is impossible to let him go. The Schillers are very happy to gather around him, so that he can't keep a low profile.

"Where's Anna?" Draco asked curiously.

Allen showed a distressed expression: "Anna met a group of Quidditch hooligans yesterday, and there was a little conflict, which made her magic power a little unstable now. I'm afraid she should take a good rest in the next two days." Speaking of this , he showed just the right amount of anger: "I'm already investigating those people, and I will never let them run away."

William Quidditch rogue Schiller raised his eyebrows, almost applauding Allen's more proficient performance. "Hope it won't affect your engagement," he reminded.

Allen smiled: "Thank you for your concern, but I will take care of it, just remember to come when the time comes."

Other people's voices came from under the stairs. William wanted to take the opportunity to say goodbye, but the familiar voice made him raise his eyebrows, showing a rare expression of surprise.

Things that can really move him are so rare. Allen immediately looked up the stairs, and saw the three people from the British Ministry of Magic who had just met yesterday just walked to the floor below them, followed by a curly-haired man in a long trench coat... melon?

"It's so interesting here!" Sherlock's exaggerated exclamation was loud enough for everyone standing at the top of the stairs to hear clearly.He didn't seem to feel that there was anything wrong with appearing in this place full of wizards, but he was afraid that others would not know that it was his first time entering the magic world, and his bluster was completely different from his usual appearance.

"Merlin..." Draco stared at the detective in shock, unable to understand how he met him in the Quidditch World Cup.But when he noticed who Sherlock was with, he realized that bringing a Muggle to the World Cup was probably not a big deal for Gryffindor.

"Acquaintance?" Allen asked suspiciously when he saw Draco's expression.The Schiller family is very well-known in the Muggle world, and they often appear in various social occasions in Norway. No one in the upper class does not know them, but even so, they never cross the line and bring Muggles to watch the Quidditch World Cup.

"We didn't expect to see him here." William said with a cold face, his eyes swept over the three of Gryffindor.

"What a coincidence, I didn't expect you to be here!" They stood at the stairs and looked down. Sherlock, who was looking around, raised his head and happened to see the neighbor at 220 Baker Street. He immediately exclaimed in surprise, taking three or two steps rushed in front of the two of them.

The three Gryffindors raised their heads at the same time, followed Sherlock all the way up with curious eyes, and then saw the same group of people who made a big commotion at the dinner table yesterday again.At this moment, it was too late to regret. The Schiller family had already seen them, and Allen even gave them a friendly smile without any psychological burden. The three of them, who bear the diplomatic image of the British Ministry of Magic, had no choice but to leave. come over.

"You know each other?" Hermione cleared her throat, took on the social responsibility of the three, and asked a topic she thought was safer.

Draco nodded, and admitted very generously: "Sherlock Holmes, he was my neighbor in London."

"You live on Baker Street in London?" Harry opened his mouth in surprise.Draco smiled, and glanced at Hermione lightly, why he was nested in Baker Street needless to say, his eyes have already answered silently, but only Hermione with a stiff face among the three Gryffindors could understand.

"Wait! Are you the friend he's talking about?" Ron asked suddenly, with an expression as if he had eaten a fly.

"What friend?" Draco raised an eyebrow.

Ron immediately shut up, not wanting to explain at all. The reason why they brought Sherlock into the Quidditch World Cup was because he said that he had two wizard friends, and he said some familiar characteristics of wizards, which made people believe it.

They thought Sherlock was a kind-hearted Muggle who was already familiar with the wizarding world, so they agreed to take him to watch the game, and by the way, look for the two friends he mentioned. After all, almost all wizards from all over the world are here these days. It's still easy to find someone.

But Sherlock's friend is actually Malfoy?Ron was scowling and confused, and couldn't believe that Malfoy already had Muggle friends.Bearing the burden of humiliation and living in Muggle London is not the same concept as making friends with Muggles. It's just been a few months since Malfoy has changed so much.

Weasley had never been a master at hiding his emotions, and Draco could tell what was going on in his head with just a glance.The words that rushed to his lips turned around and were swallowed back.Draco raised his chin, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "He's right, we were indeed friends in London."