[Comprehensive] The Wizard and the Fugitive

All the patience Petrovich's second-in-command could have had with William was exhausted at this point, and William and Draco walked past him to the old house, slamming the door in front of him.

"Who is this man?" Draco stood by the window watching the wizard outside until he finally left.

"Oleg Petrovich, before the head of the Petrovich family of this generation took over, he had already served as the right hand of the person in power." William rolled up his sleeves and walked into the kitchen, bent down to look for flour in the cabinet, his voice As the action became a little stuffy: "I heard that he has a very good relationship with those in power."

Draco frowned: "Is there any trouble?"

William's laughter came from the kitchen: "Don't think too much, even if there is trouble, it is Alan's trouble."

He said it so easily, Draco no longer speculated, but Oleg's straight figure was always swaying in front of his eyes, which made him full of curiosity.

"Didn't Alan appoint a right-hand man?" The Schiller family is no smaller than the Petrovich family, and it stands to reason that there should be a wizard like Oleg.

"He doesn't need it," William said. "Allen is not a power-sharing type."

In the past few days since the Quidditch World Cup, there was a rare afternoon when nothing happened and no troublesome people were encountered. Draco leisurely fiddled with the green leaves on the windowsill, feeling a little bored.

"I really miss London." He breathed a long sigh of relief, thinking of Baker Street where he could find peace most of the time.

"We'll go back next month." William's voice came from the kitchen.

Draco sighed: "After going back this time, I'm afraid it won't be peaceful soon." Hermione already knew that he was still alive, and it was time to put matters in the wizarding world on the agenda.Thinking of this, Draco was going to contact the vampire Denis who was staying in London, and ask how the Merlin Group was in his hands.

"Draco."

He had just touched the computer when William poked his head out of the kitchen and waved to him.

"What's the matter?" He asked without raising his head, William didn't answer, looked at him with a smile, walked quietly behind him, and gently stroked his cheeks with two flour-covered hands, leaving a few White traces.

"Hey!" Draco yelled, wiping his face vigorously and glaring at William.

"There is no Schiller today, and there is no Porter," William said with a smile as he saw him getting more and more messy, "Why don't you relax, I don't want those guys to occupy all of our time."

"Oh, is that so?" Draco narrowed his eyes, and with the smudges of flour on his face, he looked like a cat having a bad idea.

William touched his nose, trying to restrain his urge to laugh, but the curvature of the corner of his mouth could not be suppressed.Draco also raised the corners of his mouth, hugged him suddenly, rubbed his face against his face, and William was immediately painted half of his face white.

The two looked at each other and laughed.William scratched the boy's nose again: "I'm making cupcakes, want to help?"

"I won't." Draco pursed his lips and glanced at the kitchen.The young master of the Malfoy family didn't know how the cake was made. Before he met William, he always thought it was the work of the house elves.Now, he was disappointed that he couldn't do it.

"It's very simple." William smiled, and had already pushed Draco into the kitchen, rolling up his sleeves for him.

The two spent the whole afternoon in the kitchen. Draco thought about studying seriously at first, but the result could only prove that the kitchen was indeed not suitable for Malfoy. No matter what he wanted to do, it would end up being a disaster.After several attempts to no avail, Draco simply let himself go and started playing in the kitchen, and from time to time he would go to William's side to make trouble, watching the man show a helpless and conniving expression.

He didn't know how much he looked like the carefree young master who only had to think about how to play pranks all day long.Britain, Norway, Malfoy, Schiller, Slytherin, Gryffindor, the chaotic current situation, and the burden of the family were temporarily forgotten in this small kitchen.William looked at his short platinum-blond hair shining in the sun, the happy little stars in his eyes, and the corners of his mouth curled up. He couldn't help but lowered his head and kissed those lips that had been seductive in front of him any longer.

Draco just froze for a moment, then opened his mouth cooperatively.The boy seemed to have eaten honey just now, and his lips and teeth were full of sweetness. William originally wanted to taste it, but he was hooked deeper and deeper.When they parted, both of them were panting, Draco's eyes had a faint gleam, and his normally pale cheeks turned a pale pink.

The boy smiled and looked up at him like this, and William felt that the blood all over his body was turning into impulse and rushing in one direction.With a sigh, he held the boy in his arms, resting his chin on his shoulder to calm his breath.

"What's the matter with you?" Draco blinked, with a naive expression on his face, his index finger poked at his firm abs, and then lightly slid across it, as if he didn't know how much such a touch was to a man at this moment Stimulate.

William immediately grabbed the fidgeting hand, and bit the boy's ear punishingly: "Be good, don't move around."

That light bite was more like a kiss, Draco curled his lips, not afraid of him at all, but poked it again on purpose.

"We're engaged," Draco reminded.

William smiled, knelt down and looked into Draco's eyes: "Are you really ready?"

Draco immediately understood what he meant, his face flushed, his eyes drifted away, and he didn't speak.William laughed and shook his head, and said softly, "There's no rush. We can do something else first."

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The next day's match was between South Korea and Egypt. Draco had no interest and decided to stay at home and concentrate on chatting with Denis who was far away in London.Yesterday I was so busy messing around that I didn't think of Deni until I fell asleep at night.

Because William had promised Sherlock to take him to the arena, he could only go out alone, and went to the hotel to pick up the detective who couldn't wait.

It's been a long time since no one drove, and the empty co-pilot actually made William feel a little uncomfortable.Obviously before meeting Draco, he was running all over the world alone, and he never felt lonely.

Sherlock was already waiting at the door of the hotel, got into the car immediately after seeing William, and complained: "I'm 5 minutes late."

William raised his eyebrows: "I didn't even want to come."

Sherlock was only puzzled for a second, and when he saw the empty co-pilot, he immediately understood what William meant.He rolled his eyes, and he was very dismissive of the emotional relationship between humans.

"It's a waste of life," Sherlock continued on the way, "You know? When you first moved to Baker Street, I thought you wouldn't be the kind of person who wasted your life."

William just smiled: "I suggest you find someone to try."

Sherlock rolled his eyes again, William thought for a while and said, "Just John, how about it?"

"Come on, he is different from you, he has a girlfriend."

"Oh——" William shook his head regretfully: "It's a pity that Mrs. Hudson is so optimistic about your pair."

Thinking of Mrs. Hudson just because John brought his girlfriend back a few days ago, and suspected that the "couple" had a fight, Sherlock sighed with a headache.

There was still some time before the game when they arrived on the field.There was only Pansy in the box, Draco and Blaise were not there, and the Slytherin girl looked a little reserved in front of William Schiller.

William didn't care, and still greeted her gently, and then let the detective who was curious about the magic world come between the two of them.Soon, Pansy's nervousness was taken away by Sherlock's question after question.There is an older curious baby around her, so she has no time to pay attention to other things. She is always on guard not to let Sherlock touch any magical items that she shouldn't touch. She has experienced the feeling of bringing a bear child in advance.

Without Draco, William looked at Schiller boredly.Oleg was sitting next to Allen, and the two were talking and laughing, getting along harmoniously, and it was impossible to see whether Oleg was still suspicious of Allen.

As for Allen, this actor-level power-holder never shows his true emotions on his face.He seemed to welcome the Russian guests from afar, and even arranged him in a higher position than Caesar, but who knew what he was thinking.

Blaise didn't come until the game started, and Pansy didn't know until he contacted him through a double-sided mirror that Draco had written him this morning, and he was on his way to Bryggen at this time.

"I probably know what's going on, don't worry too much, I'll tell you when he comes back." William said with a smile, without explaining much.Slytherin matters should be discussed by the Slytherins themselves, and he is not suitable to participate in it.

Pansy pursed her lips, took out a bottle of potion from her handbag and handed it to William.It's compound soup.

"We always keep this thing, just in case." Pansy said as lightly as possible, not wanting to pay too much attention to the days when she was hiding around, often pretending to be someone else, or letting others pretend to be herself.

William took a look and handed it directly to Sherlock: "Drink it."

"What?" The detective sniffed it, and immediately pushed the bottle away with a distorted expression.

William smiled: "Don't worry, it's just that the taste is a bit special. Queen, I helped you with a 'little effort' that time, and it's your turn this time."

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The huge magic screen of the arena swept across the arena, and before the players from both sides entered the arena, the atmosphere was already high.

The Zabini box appeared in the frame several times, but Draco was nowhere to be found each time.

"Malfoy didn't come?" Harry wondered, a little hard to believe that Draco didn't come to the game.

Ron shrugged and said indifferently, "I'm actually not very interested in South Korea's match against Egypt."

Thinking of Malfoy's critical personality, Harry accepted this reason and continued to discuss with Ron the teams in the second group stage.Only Hermione kept paying attention to the magic screens.

The top box often passed by in the frame, and Hermione stared carefully, capturing every moment when Zabini's box appeared.

She saw Pansy, she saw Blaise, and the Schiller who was engaged to Draco.Only one person was missing - Draco Malfoy.

What did he do?Is it really just absent because of lack of interest?

Hermione reflexively remembered the old house in Bryggen, and Malfoy was probably there, alone.

Players from both sides began to enter the stadium, and the audience cheered. Harry and Ron said they were not interested, but they actually stood up with everyone, excitedly waiting for the opening whistle.No one noticed, Hermione quietly exited under the cover of the din, carefully closed the door, and Apparated away in the deserted corridor.