[Comprehensive] The Wizard and the Fugitive

Sherlock didn't expect that Draco would recognize him as a friend so cooperatively, living next to each other for a few months was enough for him to understand Draco's personality.The boy and William have a lot in common, but they are also completely different in some ways.He didn't really make friends with the neighbors of 221b from the beginning, and he had a big prejudice against the so-called "Muggles".

It can be said that even if they have a good relationship now, Draco may not admit that he has a "Muggle" friend in front of his own family in his own world.

Sherlock came upstairs because of William, and he knew whether it was because of the state of mind of watching a play, because of William's never-stingy gestures, or purely because of the good neighborly friendship between them, Earl Your Excellency would never leave him alone, but unexpectedly, Draco was the first to cooperate with him.

Sherlock wouldn't be so foolish as to think that he was attractive enough to make Draco change because of him, immediately realizing that there must be other reasons for the boy to be in this scene.He looked behind him, and sure enough, he saw that the three young men who brought him here showed shocked expressions, and they had been refreshed by Draco's new friendship.

Malfoy's Muggle friends?Merlin!What the hell is this world playing!

"What's the problem?" Draco raised his eyebrows, happily admiring the faces of the three.

"It's okay." Hermione said with a complicated expression, never expecting that Malfoy would bring them so many unexpected shocks in just a few days of reunion.

A Muggle friend?How subversive the impression Malfoy left on the world, but Draco said it plainly, as if things should be like this.

Hermione didn't believe that Draco really wanted to make friends in London, he must be planning something, maybe he wanted to use Muggles to change the reputation of the Malfoy family that fell to the bottom, maybe it was something else, in short, he must not relax defense.

Seeing that Harry was still curious about Draco's life in London, and even Ron was a little interested, Hermione immediately grabbed Harry and Ron: "The game is about to start, let's go first."

Harry glanced suspiciously at the giant countdown clock hanging on the opposite side of the arena, but he couldn't tell from the many remaining numbers that "the game is about to start".But before he could ask, Hermione had said goodbye to Malfoy very efficiently, and then pulled the two boys back quickly.

They didn't take Sherlock with them when they left, and they were also Muggles. The identity of "Malfoy's Muggle friend" seemed particularly weird. Hermione had reflexively distinguished Sherlock from most ordinary Muggles. It never occurred to me to continue with him.Hermione didn't say anything, Harry and Ron were dragged away in a daze, and they didn't have a chance to remember that there was another person following them today, and Sherlock was just left behind.

"Who are you in this world?" The detective looked at Draco with interest and asked, the huge change in Hermione's attitude made him extremely curious.

It took him an hour yesterday to gain the trust of Harry and Ron. Although Hermione was a little troublesome, she finally chose to trust him.But today it took only a few minutes for Draco to let all his efforts go to waste, and it was obvious that the girl was staring at him suspiciously before she left.

Facing Sherlock's question, Draco just twitched the corner of his mouth indifferently, and said three words easily: "Wanted. Wanted criminal."

However, Sherlock quickly looked him around, and actually sneered in disbelief, not taking this real answer seriously.

"You don't believe me?" Draco raised an eyebrow.

Shrugging his shoulders, Sherlock said indifferently: "If you are wanted now, of course I believe it, but the one a few months ago..." He curled his lips, needless to explain his distrust.His eyes turned to Allen, looking at the familiar face that often appeared in major media: "His Excellency, Duke Alan Schiller?" Although he called Your Excellency, anyone with ears could hear it. There was no trace of respect in Locke's tone.

Alan didn't seem to notice the obvious rudeness, just nodded, and said unhurriedly: "Sherlock Holmes, Mycroft and I mentioned you, you are his younger brother, right?" He said calmly He couldn't see that when he didn't recognize Sherlock a few minutes ago, he was full of rejection for the Muggles who suddenly broke into the Quidditch World Cup.

In far away Norway, Mycroft's name still couldn't get rid of, Sherlock rolled his eyes very indecently, and answered with a long, sinister haha, and then asked bluntly: "What's your question? "

Allen raised his eyebrows at his attitude, and smiled with an inexplicable meaning: "It's nothing, just asking." After a few seconds of silence, Allen nodded to William: "Then let's take a step first gone."

William nodded lightly, the Schiller family followed the ruler and left, and Caesar dawdled behind for a while, as if he wanted to talk to Sherlock.However, before he could think of his opening words, Sherlock, who had been observing him, took the first step and said: "Sir, it's not a wise thing to know Mycroft through me, and I won't help, don't even think about it." think."

"I don't know what you're talking about." Caesar's face was ugly, he concealed his excuse, and followed Schiller and his party with strides.Allen had already reached the door of the box at this time, and the corridor was filled with the sound of Caesar's angry footsteps, but he didn't even look at it, and entered the room with leisurely steps, and it was obvious that he had no interest in the episode that happened behind him. No.

"What are you doing here?" There were only three of them left, Draco immediately changed his attitude, raised his chin at Sherlock, and asked bluntly.

"Looking for you." Sherlock shrugged and said quite proudly: "I didn't expect that I would have the opportunity to enter your world so soon, but yesterday I overheard someone discussing William, Germany Laco, black wizards, etc., I guessed it must be you two." He sighed as he spoke, and he was a little bit of a cheap guy: "Are the so-called wizards so unguarded? In Bergen Magic was discussed in restaurants in the city, and several people looked at them yesterday as if they were crazy."

Draco was obviously pleased that Gryffindors were being treated as crazy by the Muggles, but he didn't dwell on it, and continued to ask, "I mean, what are you doing in Norway? Has Moriarty decided to give up?" Are you there yet?"

Sherlock's face froze, and he looked left and right: "Where is your box?"

William thoughtfully walked ahead and led the way, and at the same time asked, "Tell me, I'm also curious."

They quickly reached the Zabini box and took the Muggle Sherlock to a seat under Blaise's and Pansy's shocked gazes.

"Who is this?" Blaise whispered close to Draco's ear, looked at William's calm face, and then glanced at Sherlock several times, making sure that it was a real Muggle who came in.

Draco glanced at him inexplicably, and stepped back a little so that the hot breath of his breath would not continue to spray into his neck. "A friend of mine, Sherlock Holmes." He said casually, completely ignoring the reactions of the two Slytherins who were about to faint, and continued to interrogate: "Sherlock, don't evade the question."

The detective pursed his lips, remained silent for a while, and finally replied reluctantly: "I'm dead."

Draco rolled his eyes: "You want to tell me that you are actually a ghost now?"

"Of course not." Sherlock raised his eyebrows: "Do ghosts really exist in the wizarding world?"

"How did you die?" William asked, bringing the topic back silently.

Sherlock sighed deeply: "Moriarty finally succeeded in forcing me to commit suicide, but he also killed himself."

"So what's going on here." Draco frowned: "After so much tossing, you finally got a draw?"

"As you can see, although I'm legally dead, I'm still here." Sherlock shrugged, not hiding his pride as a winner at all, leaning back on the sofa with ease, and speaking slowly Said: "As for Moriarty, who knows where he is buried."