[Comprehensive] The Wizard and the Fugitive

Note: no updates!I just want to tell my darlings that the name of this article has been changed... Hesitating and almost going crazy, Xiaosheng finally changed the name of the article.Although, um, it's still not that good (hides face).Let's keep the cover for another two days, so that everyone doesn't know each other...

If someone had told Marcus half a year ago that one day he would hear a series of positive comments about Muggles from Draco Malfoy, he would have laughed without thinking.The entire British wizarding world knew that even if Merlin really quit with King Arthur, Malfoy would not be able to get along with Muggles.

Then it turns out that nothing is impossible in the world. Master Malfoy not only lived in a Muggle apartment in London, but also made friends with his neighbors.

Hearing Draco's plan to establish the Merlin Group in the Muggle world, Marcus fell into a trance, as if he had returned to Professor Snape's Potions class and listened to the bible.

Draco explained it in detail, and Blaise added from time to time that only Pansy had never given up hope on the Quidditch captain's mind, and didn't bother to wait for his reaction, so he said directly: "We need the Flint family to join. It's very simple. You take out Flint's mines in Southeast Asia and get shares in the Merlin Group."

Marcus had absolutely no objection to becoming a shareholder of Draco's company, and immediately said, "Yes, how many shares can I get?"

Blaise shrugged: "It depends on which mine you took out."

"I can take them all out," Marcus said without thinking. "I've had enough of hiding. If the Merlin Group can let Flint go back to the UK, I must be counted as one of them." As he spoke, he leaned back into the chair comfortably, squinted his eyes and looked at the players flying freely on the field: "I really miss the time when I was in school."

Draco smiled, knowing that what Marcus was talking about was actually before the war, when the Slytherins lived in the sun and fought with Gryffindor freely every day.How simple life was in those years. They, the descendants of dark wizards, only needed to be able to read mischievous spells such as "Fuchsia" and "war" with Gryffindor in the corridors of the school.

Whether he himself or Blaise, every Slytherin, who didn't gradually learn the real black magic after the end of the war, and made the unforgivable curse a commonplace?

No one was in the mood to watch this day's semi-finals seriously. A few Slytherins finalized the cooperation plan in the top box of the World Cup. Before the game was over, they left the competition area and prepared to go to the Muggles that they had agreed with Mr. Greengrass. Dining room.

The four apparated down the mountain, and William's car was parked on the side of the road waiting for them. The roof was open, and from a distance, the dark wizard wearing sunglasses could be seen sideways talking to the man beside him.

It was Sherlock who noticed Marcus first, and he was so excited by the appearance of another strange wizard, he stood up and shouted to them: "Hey! New friend, what's your name?"

"Uh...you can call me Flint." Marcus stared blankly at the Muggles in the car, and replied dryly.His gaze flicked to the driver's seat, just in time to meet the eyes of the dark wizard who was rumored to be watching Quidditch with the Muggles, so he immediately moved away, his nervous heartbeat almost stopped, and he didn't even notice that William was looking at him His eyes are actually very gentle.

"Arrogance." Sherlock looked Marcus up and down, and said, "What do Slytherins think about the so-called Muggles? Is this racial discrimination in the wizarding world?"

William raised his eyebrows, and the slight movement made Marcus' nervous hair stand on end.However, William didn't pay attention to him anymore, and just said to Sherlock: "It's about the same. British wizards don't know much about Muggles, and it's easy to cause misunderstandings. The idea that Muggles are weak is very popular in the UK."

Sherlock sneered directly: "I think it's magic that limits the wizard's thinking."

The familiar words made the corners of William's mouth curl up: "It's really interesting, your idea is actually very similar to Moriarty."

Speaking of the opponent who didn't know where he was buried, Sherlock raised his chin triumphantly: "Moriarty? Long time no see, actually I still miss him."

While the two were talking, Draco had already got into William's car, and Blaise and Pansy took Marcus to the black Lincoln behind.The driver was the driver of the Schiller family, a pure-blood wizard, specially selected by William to take care of the Slytherins' obsession with blood.

On the way, Marcus kept asking the two old classmates about William, trying to make full preparations for the upcoming lunch.However, Blaise and Pansy only said that William was a very gentle person, and they refused to reveal anything, tacitly wanting Marcus to experience their original anxiety.

The driver was silent all the way from the beginning to the end, driving the car with a blank face, almost like a deaf-mute, not knowing that someone was asking about William.

When several people arrived at the restaurant, Mr. Greengrass and Daphne had been waiting for a while. Marcus unexpectedly discovered that besides Daphne, another daughter of the Greengrass family, Astoria, was also there.

He was already in the seventh grade when this girl entered school. He was busy with exams and doing some work every day, so he didn't have time to pay attention to the new first graders. Naturally, he didn't know her well.

Facing a strange girl, Marcus raised his eyebrows, unaware that he had changed into a dry tone that sounded like he was not welcoming and asked, "Why are you here too?"

As soon as the words came out, Draco and Blaise almost burst into laughter behind him.They've said it before that Marcus's treatment of the girl will definitely make it difficult for the Flint family to continue.Sure enough, several years passed, Blaise and Pansy were married, Draco met William, and Marcus, who was five years older than them, was still single all year round, and he didn't feel that there was any problem with him.

"Today's matter has something to do with her." Faced with Marcus's question, Daphne, who was more familiar with them, answered uncomfortably for her sister, and then quickly changed the subject: "How was the game?"

"Excellent." Marcus pulled out his chair and sat down. He obviously didn't pay any attention to the game, but he still pretended to say a lot, and even glanced at Mr. Greengrass meaningfully.

The middle-aged man didn't care about Marcus' attitude, and sneered, as if mocking the young man for being too ostentatious.

"Don't waste time, I know what you guys want from me, just tell me, I'm not interested." He said coldly, without even looking at Marcus, and kept staring at Draco, as if this time I came here just to see this one person, the other young Slytherins and William were the background boards, so there was no need to take a second look.

"Then why are you still here?" Draco replied with the same indifference.

"Why else?" Mr. Greengrass chuckled twice, sounding more like sarcasm: "Of course because Malfoy is here."

The juniors didn't know that he had talked with Lucius Malfoy about the matter he was about to bring up a few years ago. At that time, Lucius pointed his chin at him, spoke tactfully, but rejected him with a superior attitude.

Greengrass is too ordinary for Malfoy to bring benefits. Instead, he will have an extra relative who can't be handed out, so there is no need to get involved.

Now that the Malfoy family has declined, there is nothing left except the identity of pure blood and the manor that England can't go back to at all.However, even so, they can still gain a certain amount of respect among the major European families, and they will not be reduced to bereaved dogs like Greengrass.

For this reason, even if Mr. Greengrass didn't want to show the cold face of the Malfoy family so much, he still came all the way from France to Norway, just to meet Draco, bring up the old thing again, and already believed that he would not be rejected this time .

After all, besides Greengrass, which other pure-blood family would rush to marry the declining Malfoy?

Only the two daughters around him know what he thinks in his heart.Daphne looked extremely embarrassed, but Astoria was quite calm and in a daze, not listening to what a few people were talking about.

"I hope that Malfoy and Greengrass can have a closer relationship in the future." The middle-aged wizard said and held the hand of his younger daughter: "For example, marriage."

As soon as these words came out, the atmosphere froze for a moment. Marcus felt the huge pressure passing by his body, and immediately went to see William's reaction.At this moment, the dark wizard was smiling, looking like a very gentle Hufflepuff.If this gentleness didn't give people a feeling of hair standing on end, he would almost believe the nonsense that Blaise and Pansy said that "William is very gentle".

Marcus sat up straight without knowing it, ready to protect his personal safety at all times.But he actually worried too much, today was Draco's home game, William didn't intend to come out to steal the show, even if Greenglass' attempt had stepped on his minefield, he just quietly waited for Draco to deal with everything.