[Comprehensive] The Wizard and the Fugitive

After William left alone, Draco hugged the computer and opened the video chat with Denis.Opposite them was their office in central London, but it was different from when Draco left. At this time, the huge living room was in a mess, with wine bottles everywhere on the sofa and on the floor, and women's underwear was thrown on the other side. On the desk, you can see what happened here the night before.

Deni quickly appears in the shot, wearing a bathrobe and dripping wet hair. "You really know how to pick the time." He said while wiping his hair, his eyes followed the computer, and he squinted with a satisfied expression.It wasn't until the shadows of several women passed by that Draco realized that there were other people over there at this time.

He raised his eyebrows involuntarily, watched Deni's eyes follow all the way to the door, licked his lips with enjoyment, and sighed: "I love London so much."

"Do you still remember the business?" Draco asked, raising an eyebrow.

Deni shrugged: "Of course, I love women, and I love money." He picked up the computer, walked to the desk and put it down, dug out a file from the document that fell on the floor, and read the content on it, Then put this document with astonishing data together and throw it aside.

"The two gemstone mines in Malfoy are great, with a large output and very good quality. I have seen it with my own eyes in Africa, and it is perfect!" Saw the pound coming here."

Everything was expected, Draco nodded lightly: "You went to Africa, did you see any other mines nearby?"

"Diamonds, gold." Deni narrowed his eyes: "It's a pity I didn't find out who those places belong to, or else they would already belong to the Merlin Group at this moment."

Draco raised his eyebrows: "It seems that you are very satisfied there."

"Of course!" Deni reacted for a moment, then opened his eyes wide, and almost cried out: "Don't tell those places belong to Malfoy's family too!"

"Those places belong to Zabini's house." A strange voice suddenly appeared, and Deni saw a chocolate-skinned young man directly opened the door and walked in from the video.Instead of getting angry at this rude move, Draco stood up and hugged each other.

"This is Blaise Zabini, my friend." Draco introduced the two: "Deni Bartolomé, my agent in the Muggle world."

Blaise raised an eyebrow. "A vampire?"

"A vampire who understands human society very quickly," Denis added.

Blaise shrugged, and didn't really care, anyway, Draco's choice of proxy would be fine, and he would actually rather face magical creatures like vampires than sit with Muggles.

Regarding the Merlin Group proposed by Draco, Blaise agreed to join the group without even thinking about it.Several big families have been headed by Malfoy for hundreds of years, and Malfoy has never let them down.Now that Slytherin has fallen to the bottom, he still believes that Draco will lead them to fight back.

"I know where the Greengrass family and the Flint family are." Blaise said, "Marcus is suffocated, and he would be very happy to join us. But Greenglass..." Blaise shook his head, The last time I saw Mr. Greengrass, he was disgusted by his shrunken tortoise. I'm afraid he would not be willing to stand with them and confront the British Ministry of Magic.

"Where's Vincent?" Draco asked.

Blaise fell silent, and it took a while before he said dryly: "I don't know where he is, or even if he's still alive... sorry."

Draco smiled and shook his head: "He must be alive. If the people from the Ministry of Magic catch Vincent, they must make a big publicity, and we will know."

The topic became a bit heavy, Blaise coughed, and turned to other things: "I can't decide on the Parkinson's family, I have to ask Pansy. I really don't understand you, why did you let her stay on the field alone?" , and pretend that I'm there too?"

"William will take care of her, don't worry." Draco said lightly, "I just hope someone notices that Draco Malfoy is 'on his own' today, and it's a good opportunity to meet in private." At the same time, the two heard the creaking sound of footsteps on the wooden steps outside the door.

"It came so fast." Draco raised his eyebrows, pushed Blaise, and motioned upstairs: "You go up and wait first, don't let her see you with me."

"Her?" Blaise asked strangely.

Draco rolled his eyes: "What are you thinking, it's Hermione Granger. Go up!" He said, ignoring Deni's protests across the video, and closed the computer.

Draco was the only one left in the living room, sitting quietly facing the door. Hermione walked in with her wand in hand, and at a glance saw him resting his chin on one hand, staring at him like the arrogant Master Malfoy in his memory. She said slowly, "Good day, Granger."

Without Harry and Ron, facing Hermione, Draco was too lazy to make useless disguises, and only pointed his chin indifferently to the chairs that had been prepared on the opposite side. It was completely different from taking three Gryffindors to visit here two days ago friendliness.

Hermione held the wand by herself, but she didn't worry that Draco would do anything to her. She sat down directly and took a sip of the black tea prepared on the table: "Are you waiting for me?"

Draco didn't answer, just looked at her with a smile: "Aren't you afraid I'll put something in the tea?"

Hermione shrugged, "You're not that stupid."

"Indeed." Draco nodded: "Not only can I not kill you, but I have to protect your life, because there must be more than one piece of evidence waiting to appear in front of Weasley and Potter at any time, as long as you die, the murderer It can only be me." He sighed as he spoke, with helplessness and innocence in his blue-gray eyes: "There are so many people in Slytherin, why do you keep staring at me?"

"Because you are a Malfoy." Hermione replied bluntly: "I checked the history of all the Slytherin families, Black, Lestrange, Parkinson, each family always has branches overseas, only Malfoy I have never left the UK for a hundred years." She looked at Draco and said with certainty: "You must not want to come back all the time, and you must bring the whole Slytherin back with you, because without Slytherin, Malfoy will return , is also difficult to support alone."

Draco smiled: "Who doesn't want to go home?"

"But the wizarding world doesn't need a family." Hermione resolutely said, "Slytherin's monopoly on wealth ends here."

"Naive." Draco shook his head: "Slytherin's Gallon is not kept in his pocket all the time. Don't forget, we are funding the operation of the Ministry of Magic, and we are also funding Hogwarts' huge annual Out of pocket." Speaking of which, Draco put a Norwegian wizarding newspaper on the table and pushed it in front of Hermione, with the bold "British Ministry of Magic in serious deficit" facing her.

"I think it's not that Britain doesn't need Slytherin, but that some people don't welcome us."

Hermione glanced at the contents of the newspaper, and frowned in disgust: "It's all because you swept away the British Galleons."

"Belongs to England?" Draco laughed, sat up straight and approached Hermione, and said seriously: "What we take away is family property, and every copper Knut in it is accumulated by our ancestors. It belongs to Sri Lanka. Leitlin stuff."

"Don't make it sound like every piece of your income is reasonable and legal." Hermione was not affected by his words, and immediately retorted.

Draco sighed: "If you kill the last Malfoy, the Ministry of Magic will take over all the property of the Malfoy family, which can solve at least half of the financial problems in the UK. At the same time, it can also make the Slytherins leaderless, for their own interests. It’s a mess, it’s too cost-effective.”

The two fell into a silent stalemate. Hermione held her wand tightly and looked at the empty-handed and defenseless Draco Malfoy in front of her. She didn't move for a long time.

The magic pressure slowly released from the opposite side was enveloping bit by bit, making her clearly realize for the first time that in just a few months, Malfoy was no longer the embroidered pillow that could be easily thrown down in the past.

Draco watched her frown tightly, withdrew her magic power, and put on a sincere look: "Look, we can't move each other, so we might as well talk about it."

The purpose of coming here has completely failed, Hermione stood up, ready to leave, and said coldly: "We have nothing to talk about."

"The Arctic Circle route is in my hands." Draco didn't care about Hermione's attitude, and stopped her with just one sentence: "You should know how much income this route can bring to the Ministry of Magic, and how much money it will give to the Ministry of Magic." People provide rice bowls."

"I remember that route belonged to the Russians," said Hermione suspiciously.

Draco did not explain, and continued: "It only needs the Ministry of Magic to give up a few notices, and [-]% of the interests of this route will belong to you. Think about it." He stood up and walked in front of Hermione, still Facing Hermione's wand with her hands empty.

"The history of the past is no longer suitable for today. As you can see, I am already engaged to the Schiller family. Norway can bring Malfoy far more benefits than the United Kingdom. Is there any reason to give up here? Instead, I have to go back and ask for it What's the trouble?" Draco looked into Hermione's eyes and said sincerely: "I just ask to cancel the series, the manors of the major families are still yours, and the Slytherins will not live without the protection of the manor. Going back will hardly affect you."

"What on earth are you trying to do?" Hermione looked at Draco puzzled, if according to this statement, wouldn't the Ministry of Magic take all the benefits for nothing.

Draco looked helpless: "Being a Norwegian citizen requires my status in the UK to be legal, that's all."

"Is that reason worth paying for a flight?"

"Malfoy never does business at a loss, and Norway will bring me more benefits." Draco didn't mention William, he didn't mention feelings, he only talked about benefits, which really convinced Hermione a little.

"I can cancel your playlist alone," Hermione said.

Draco shook his head: "You also said just now that the Arctic Circle route belongs to the Russians. It will take some effort to turn it into the British one, and Malfoy alone can't do it."

Hermione frowned, but didn't answer. "Think about it." Draco said casually, looking very frank, not at all eager to reach an agreement like there was some conspiracy.

Hermione came in a hurry and left in a hurry.Blaise came downstairs, shaking his head and sighing, "She really doesn't know Slytherin."

"Thank you Gryffindor for your education." Draco poured two glasses of champagne and handed one to Blaise.

"Why keep her? I don't believe you can't handle those so-called evidences."

"We need her." Draco said lazily, "Haven't you noticed? Among the group of Gryffindors, only Granger will not follow the rules and solve the problem of the order for us."