[Comprehensive] The Wizard and the Fugitive

At 1 o'clock in the middle of the night, the black Bentley quietly returned to the entrance of 220 Baker Street. Under the effect of the ignore spell, even the six special agents stationed on this street all year round did not notice it.William opened the door and got out of the car. While slowly buttoning up his suit, he walked around to the co-pilot, picked up the boy who was still in a semi-conscious state, and went all the way back to his bedroom, put him on the bed, and covered him with a quilt.

British, wizards, pure blood, platinum blonde hair...

Malfoy.

He walked to the wine cabinet and snapped his fingers. The space in the cabinet suddenly twisted, and the wine was replaced by various potions.He took a bottle of powerful recovery potion and returned to the boy.

"Drink it, you'll be fine soon, I know you're still conscious." William supported the boy's head, patiently waiting for the boy to identify the ingredients of the potion, and then swallowed it little by little.

"Oh! Merlin... this damn smell!" The potion quickly restored Draco's strength, and he sat up against the head of the bed, shaking his head, and finally got rid of the discomfort he had been feeling all along.

Those bloody Muggles!What the hell did they do!

And this guy in front of him, a pure-blood wizard.Draco swore that this man definitely did not belong to any of the British families.But those Gryffindors have sealed off the borders of the UK. If this person does not belong to the UK, how did he come here?

"Who are you?" Draco raised his chin and asked bluntly.He will never restrain his bad temper just because this person saved him.

William smiled forgivingly, he knew too well how to calm down a kid from a dark wizard family.Everything is not as thorough as the suppression of power. Dark wizards are a group of guys who prey on the weak, no matter how they flaunt a civilized family.

He sat down by the bed and said softly, "You can call me William, William Schiller, you should have heard of it."

His tone was gentle and slow, which logically should have the power to comfort, but Draco felt that his blood was about to freeze.William Schiller!The second in line heir of the Schiller family, the most mysterious dark wizard in the entire European continent!No one knows how powerful this man really is, because everyone who has really seen what he is capable of is dead.

Draco sat stiffly, the oppression of the opponent's whole body like a black hole made him dare not have any doubts.Look into this man's eyes!Those amber eyes that were said to be mixed with vampire blood, for European wizards across the English Channel, William Schiller's name was much louder than Voldemort!

Merlin's socks, why did he meet this one in Muggle London!

Draco's stiffness didn't affect William. The legendary dangerous and evil dark wizard smiled gently, like an elegant gentleman from the eighteenth century, but the words he said were not pleasant at all: "Don't be nervous, I won't hurt you Yes, you are my property now." He touched the collar on the boy's neck with his index finger, and Draco immediately felt two more spells on his neck, neither of which he could identify!In front of this kind of dark wizard, bowing your head is the wisest choice.

"Mylord." He said respectfully.

William touched the top of Draco's head rewardingly: "Good boy. Now, tell me why you appeared in the Muggle place."

This is a long story, starting after the war in Britain.The Dark Lord is dead, the Death Eaters died in battle, and those captured were arrested.Although Lucius Malfoy did not participate in the final battle, he was also sentenced to death because of his status as a high-ranking Death Eater. Narcissa could not accept this result at all. She chose to commit suicide after her husband died, so Draco Became the last Malfoy.His position is very embarrassing. If he is a Death Eater, he has not actually killed anyone. The most outrageous thing he did during the entire war was to use a disarming spell on Dumbledore, and in the final battle he actually Stand by Hogwarts.But to say he was on the side of justice, he was really a Death Eater.

The Order of the Phoenix had endless disputes over Draco Malfoy, but the Ministry of Magic, which had been restored after the war, could not wait so long.Draco was sentenced to 30 years in prison, and all the property of the Malfoy family was confiscated.

This was an absolutely unacceptable result for Draco.It doesn't matter what he does, but the Malfoy family cannot fall, and his change of position at the end of the war was not to destroy the family!

Therefore, after the judgment of the Ministry of Magic came out, Draco used the time-turner in the family collection, went back to a day before, transferred all the property of the Malfoy family in Gringotts to the manor vault, and then froze the entire manor. He ran to Muggle London, trying to live here for a while.

There are not many smart people who know how to govern in Gryffindor, and the wizarding world will be messed up sooner or later in the hands of those guys.He just needs to hide quietly, waiting for the right time to go back and take back everything that belongs to Malfoy.

The plan was good, it's a pity he ignored Gryffindor's know-it-all lady, Hermione Granger.The girl is a rare smart person among the lions. After learning about the rash actions of the Ministry of Magic, she did not rush to the Ministry of Magic to protest with Harry Potter, but kept an eye on Draco's actions until he appeared in the London.

Granger sneaked up on him, broke off the second-hand wand he had managed to acquire, gave him a strange Muggle potion, threw him in an alley, and hired Muggle thugs to kill him.This girl knew that keeping Malfoy was always a disaster. This family of dark wizards had flourished for 1000 years, and they were able to flourish in the most dangerous Middle Ages. They couldn't be expected to be completely defeated by a small-scale war.If Malfoy was no longer a threat, the only way to do that was to kill them.

Granger thought that killing Draco by the hands of Muggles was the most secretive way, and wizards would not pay attention to murders in London.In order not to leave any traces, she didn't even use the Imperius Curse, but used money to instigate the punks to kill people.It would never have occurred to Granger that Draco's face, which she had mocked as a vase, had disrupted her plans.After seeing Draco, the punks thought it would be a pity to kill him, because they could sell him for more money.So Draco was imprisoned in Room 37 of Clark's Underground Kingdom, and was labeled a second-class product as a psychopath.If William doesn't show up today, he'll be on the auction floor tomorrow with bids starting at less than £10.

William listened quietly, asking only one question at the end: "Where's your own wand?"

Draco paled uncontrollably, "It was snatched by Potter." He said dryly.What would William think of him having his own wand surrendered to someone else?

William didn't mean any contempt, he touched the top of the boy's head again: "I guess the inner core of your wand was provided by the unicorn, right?"

Draco raised his eyebrows in surprise: "How do you know?"

"Because they don't like dark wizards, anyone who is not a dark wizard can make your wand betray. This is a little secret that only wand makers know." William stood up as he spoke, from the " Safe" took out a new wand and handed it to Draco.

Draco held it hesitantly: "Is this for me?"

William nodded: "Use it carefully, its inner core is my biological father's rib."

Merlin!Draco looked at William in horror...

William smiled reassuringly at him: "Vampire's ribs, you guessed it right."

Since William hadn't considered that 220 Baker Street would have a guest at the beginning, Draco could only share the bed with William that night.He thought he would suffer from insomnia if he slept with this dangerous dark wizard who could only exist in legends, but in fact he fell asleep almost as soon as he touched the pillow, and woke up the next day still a little dazed.

The glare of the noon sun was blocked by thick curtains, Draco sat up slowly, and touched the collar around his neck.

Looks like this isn't a dream...Damn Granger!

He got up from the bed, staggered into the bathroom, didn't bother to study how to use those strange Muggle electrical appliances, and directly used spells to make them obedient.

During the steaming mist, he turned around and glanced at himself reflected in the mirror. The body between a teenager and a young man was much thinner than when he arrived in London, but he still had a thin layer of muscles and was very beautiful. And it adds a bit of sickness and beauty.

Draco stared at himself in the mirror in a daze, subconsciously stroked the collar, and the touch of leather woke him up.In an instant, the ordinary Muggle mirror seemed to turn into a scourge, making him dry his body as if fleeing, put on the Muggle clothes that were placed next to him, and hurried out of the bathroom.

There was no one in the living room, the golden sunlight filled the room, and the huge embroidery on the wall was shining brightly.Draco stared at the embroidered Schiller coat of arms for a while, and waited for his heartbeat to completely stabilize before continuing to follow the sound until he saw William in the kitchen.

"Good day, Draco." The dark wizard who was busy frying steak said without looking back.

"Good day, mylord." Draco replied in a daze.

The most mysterious murder weapon of the Schiller family, the dark wizard William known to everyone in the world, is now wearing a floral apron for lunch...

What a picture beyond imagination, but it just soothed Draco's uneasy heart.

"If two men, one tall and one short, come to ring the doorbell, let them in." The downstairs doorbell rang very well, and William twitched the corner of his mouth: "Go, boy."

Draco restrained himself from using the spell, obediently went downstairs and opened the door.There were indeed two men standing outside, one tall and one short.The taller one looked at him quickly, his eyes gave off a sense of insanity-like discomfort, and the shorter one seemed surprised by his presence.

"Are you William's friend? We didn't know he had a guest today, maybe it's not the right time." Watson said and moved Sherlock beside him, but as usual, he didn't get a response.

Draco didn't answer, but gracefully turned sideways: "The lord let you in."

Lord?

Watson froze as if the stop button had been pressed, subconsciously obeyed Draco's instructions, and walked into the gate of 220.

"You are not a servant." Sherlock said suddenly: "You also have a good background, you should also be a nobleman, with a British accent, and platinum-blond hair, but I don't remember a person like you among the nobles with platinum-blond hair in the UK, Are you from a hermit family?"

Draco wasn't too surprised by Sherlock's words, he didn't think William would befriend ordinary Muggles.If these two people can walk through the door of 220, they must have their own merits.

"You know the lord's family?" Draco chose to shift the question with the question.

Sherlock raised his chin triumphantly, and said as he walked: "Of course, he only told me that his name is William, but it doesn't matter. I remembered his family crest, and then Googled it. The Norwegian Schiller family is indeed a grand family with a history of thousands of years." Family. Isn't it? His Excellency Count Wilhelm Ludwik Wolfgang von Schiller!" He sat down in the dining room and shouted the last words louder so that the kitchen People listen carefully.

William poked his head out and smiled gently at the detective: "You are right, I have no intention of hiding it."

"Of course you didn't." Sherlock muttered dissatisfiedly, it was because of this that he couldn't feel the joy of revealing the answer at all!