[Comprehensive] The Wizard and the Fugitive

Out of the victor's show-off mentality, Sherlock shared the whole process of his contest with Moriarty to the two neighbors, and then straightened his back, looking forward to the reactions of William and Draco.

However, today's audience is completely different from Watson's. The two wizards did not show any bewilderment that their thinking could not keep up with the rhythm, nor did they show any admiration or admiration.William was quiet from the beginning to the end, only raised his eyebrows at the end, and Draco looked at him more suspiciously: "So how on earth are you sure he's dead?"

"He shot himself in my face!" Sherlock drawled. "Nobody survives a situation like that."

"But didn't you also fall to your death in front of him?"

Sherlock frowned, and was about to explain the situation that day again, when the entire Quidditch stadium suddenly burst into cheers like an explosion, which just stopped him from speaking.The matter of Moriarty was temporarily put aside, Sherlock looked towards the center of the field, and after a long wait, players from England and Bulgaria finally appeared, waving to the fans of the two countries.

"They're actually carrying brooms?" The detective's interest was interrupted and he was revived with blood. He opened his eyes and watched, half of his body almost leaned out of the stands: "Could it be that wizards really ride on brooms like in fairy tales?" fly?"

"Probably." Draco replied with an awkward expression, always feeling that the broomstick had a particularly strange feeling in Sherlock's mouth.

"You also ride broomsticks?"

With a whistle, the game officially started, Sherlock's question was submerged in the tsunami of fans.William waved his hand to block the eardrum-shattering sound from the stands below, calmly ignored Sherlock's question just now, and introduced the rules of the game to him.

Taking advantage of the two people not paying attention, Pansy leaned over to Draco, pointed at Sherlock with his chin: "Is this man really your friend?"

Draco was still facing the field, staring intently at the England player holding the Quaffle, and asked with raised eyebrows, "What's wrong?"

"Malfoy has never had a Muggle friend before."

"Really? But I remember Phoenix Malfoy being on good terms with Muggles."

"That was all 300 years ago!"

Less than 2 minutes into the game, the England players threw the Quaffle into Bulgaria's goal.There were wild cheers from the British in the stands. Under William's magic, only part of the sound was transmitted to the box, which was just enough to make people feel the atmosphere of the game without being too noisy.

Draco looked at the sea of ​​Union Jack flags in the ordinary stands opposite, raised the corners of his mouth, and said slowly: "The magic world has changed, and we have to change a little bit. Pansy, Slytherin has already lost once. If we continue to stick to the old traditions, it is absolutely impossible to win this war now."

"The war is over." Pansy frowned, obviously not enjoying hearing that word again.

Draco finally turned his head, looked into the girl's eyes seriously, and asked word by word: "The Dark Lord's war is over, but Slytherin's is not yet. Don't you want to go home? Just look at Pa The Jinson family disappeared into history and did nothing?" He turned to Blaise and continued: "Or, the Zabini family has been an outsider in France since then?"

Blaise shrugged: "Of course not, there are too many treasures hidden in our family's manor, and I can't bear them. But what are you going to do? Are you really going to go to war with Gryffindor?"

"Of course not!" Draco laughed: "The magic world has shed too much blood, this time we can change the way." He pointed to the Slytherin badge that Blaise still wore on his body: "Think hard Think, what are we good at.”

……

After the British team scored three goals in a row, Bulgaria finally got back 10 points, and it was the Bulgarian fans' turn to cheer.Draco leaned softly on the sofa, pursing his lips indifferently: "Just wait and see who is the final winner!"

William had already introduced the rules of the Quidditch game to Sherlock. After a brief observation, the detective borrowed some Galleons from William, and decided to bet with great confidence to earn some gold from the wizarding world.

He glanced at Draco who was engrossed in the game, sneaked out the door, and poured all the Galleons provided by William on Bulgaria.

The result of the game did not come as expected, and there was a big counterattack. The British team lost to Bulgaria again. Sherlock won a small game, and a handful of jingling gold coins appeared in his pocket.But Draco's expression was already very stinky, so he wisely didn't say a word, so as not to offend the boy.

If Draco really pulled out his wand at him, it didn't take a second to know that William, the only person here who cared about Draco's life and death, would never come to his rescue until Draco had his fill.

Blaise and Pansy bid farewell to them as usual as soon as they left the game, and went to the wizard hotel.William looked at Sherlock who was still following them, raised his eyebrows and asked, "Where do you live?"

"Where do you live?" Sherlock asked without answering.

"Bryggen."

"It's a good place!" Sherlock exaggeratedly praised: "I like it."

"No no." William shook his head, denying Sherlock's attempt: "It's a private place, no guests are welcome."

"I saw Harry Potter coming out of there yesterday." Sherlock retorted.

Draco rolled his eyes. "Obviously, they didn't intend to live there."

The three walked past the disapparating wizards at the edge of the arena, walking slowly down the hill in Muggle fashion.Sherlock temporarily forgot about Bryggen, and kept looking for scientific principles that could explain the teleportation magic of Apparition along the way, but in the end he could only overthrow himself.

They reached the side of the road and took a taxi back to Bryggen.Draco looked helplessly at Sherlock who was still talking to himself and doing deduction in the car.

"Magic is magic." He said as he drew out his wand and cleared his throat: "Luminescence."

A faint silvery halo emerged from the tip of the wand, quickly brightening, and Draco shrugged. "Look, magic doesn't need a scientific explanation."

The driver was still holding the steering wheel firmly, as if completely unaware of what miraculous things were happening in his car.None of the pedestrians on the road and other vehicles passing by on both sides noticed the weirdness in the taxi.

Thinking of the three Gryffindor youths who were chattering in the Muggle restaurant yesterday and attracted a lot of onlookers, Sherlock raised his eyebrows: "Can't they see?"

"This is an ignoring spell," Draco said, looking at William who cast the spell silently: "It can make others not notice us. The stronger the wizard, the more people he can influence." Probably guessed that Sherlock Thinking of something, Draco twitched the corner of his mouth: "Wizards will basically use this spell, but some wizards seem to have been under the ignore spell themselves, and they don't remember to use it at all."

……

Sherlock was eventually sent to the hotel, and William and Draco promised to pick him up for the Quidditch match the next day, before finally being able to board the car again and go home.

However, unexpectedly, there was a white-haired wizard in a tuxedo waiting for them at the door of Bryggen's old house.As soon as William and Draco got out of the car, they noticed that the surrounding residents had been aroused by this straight, out-of-fit, old-fashioned butler-like man, and looked here from behind the windows.

"Good day, Your Excellency, Mr. Malfoy." The wizard bowed respectfully and said with a thick Russian accent.

William looked at the person in front of him, put away his perfunctory attitude when facing Anna, and returned the gift to him.After all, there are several daughters in the Petrovic family, and Anna is only one of them, but there is only one right hand of the person in charge, which is the man in front of him.

"I'm very sorry to disturb you, but there are some things that can only be found from you." The white-haired wizard kept his posture low when he spoke, as if he was just a humble servant, while His Excellency Earl Schiller was above him.

Draco raised his eyebrows, already guessing what Petrovich was referring to.Sure enough, the wizard then asked: "Please tell me what happened to Miss Anna?"

However, within a day, the struggle among the juniors had alarmed the person in charge of the Petrovic family. Such efficiency would never have been possible unless Anna was always watched by the hawks and dogs of the person in charge.

William looked at each other calmly, and asked lightly, "Alan didn't explain this?"

"Your brother's words are very convincing, but I hope to prove it again."

"You should ask Caesar."

The wizard smiled: "We all know what kind of relationship he has with Anna, so I can't believe what he said."

William looked at him and said casually: "The matter of Schiller and Petrovic has nothing to do with me, why should I answer you?"

"Because of this, I hope to get your answer even more." The wizard said sincerely.

William frowned, and finally said after a while: "We met a group of fanatical Quidditch fans."

He just cut off the beginning and the end of the story that Allen had told, and condensed it into a simple answer.The wizard nodded lightly: "Your brother said the same thing."

William shrugged: "That's the truth."

The wizard smiled and looked at Draco casually.The boy stood beside William, admiring the old trees on the street a little bored, looking lazy.The conversation around him did not arouse his reaction at all, as if he was listening to an old story that he had known for a long time.

"In that case, I'll take my leave first." The white-haired wizard saluted the two of them again, and before leaving, he suddenly turned around as if thinking of something: "I'm curious, how could those people be hurt by the presence of a black wizard like the Earl? Where is Anna?"

William raised his eyebrows and smiled apologetically: "I'm sorry about Anna's matter. At that time, I was only concerned about my fiancé, and I didn't have time to pay attention to other things. Anyway, Alan is still here." Speaking of this, he The corners of his mouth curled up mockingly, his chin raised, and he actually imitated Malfoy's slow and arrogant tone: "I'm sorry, I actually forgot that Alan himself is also a sick child, he probably can only protect himself .”