[Comprehensive] The Wizard and the Fugitive

The engagement ceremony of Schiller and Petrovich was not held in the Schiller Manor in the deep mountains. The influence of the two families in the Muggle world determines that there will be people from Muggle royal families and nobles from all over the world. For the convenience of these people, and to avoid To expose the magic at the Schiller estate, the ceremony was arranged at another country estate on the outskirts of the city.

The old Schillers have always regarded it as a place for vacation and leisure. The scenery is beautiful, the air is fresh, the stream flows through the front yard, and the endless wheat fields are behind the house. It is a good place to return to the countryside.

After the Bulgarian team won the Quidditch World Cup, Blaise and the others quickly got on the plane back to France, and the three of Gryffindor didn't stay long. They left Norway on the Floo Network the next day and returned directly to England. Ministry of Magic.

On the day of the engagement, only Sherlock, who did not want to miss the grand occasion, insisted on following William and Draco to attend the engagement of Schiller and Petrovich.

"I hope you won't regret it." Before departure, William reminded him sincerely.

Sherlock didn't take it seriously, and smiled indifferently: "Isn't it the matter between Schiller and Petrovich, I can guess it."

Seeing his confident look, William raised his eyebrows and didn't say anything else, anyway, Sherlock would naturally know where he was.

The three of them didn't come very early, and some big names in the Muggle world had already arrived. William saw several members of the royal family talking to Allen. They looked more familiar than when he left Norway. relation.

Anna was right next to Allen, with a decent smile on her face, and her expression was the same as before the injury and coma. She was as perfect as a mask, and seemed to have abandoned Anna's own personality, only as Miss Petrovich or the future Schiller. Madam exists.

William stared at her for a while, but Anna seemed to have suddenly forgotten her persistence for many years, no longer paid attention to him, and did not show any concern for Draco's appearance.

"She's like a perfect doll." Draco tilted his head and whispered in William's ear.

William smiled: "A doll is what Allen needs."

While talking, Allen had noticed their arrival and immediately called them over.The people of the Norwegian royal family were watching. William and Draco did not refuse the invitation, and let Sherlock take care of himself and walked towards Allen.

The small symphony orchestra is playing a cheerful violin concerto, and William and Draco are pulled by Alan to join the exchange of Norwegian high society.Sherlock wandered around alone, disappointed to confirm that the ceremony and banquet were as he guessed, all Muggle-style, and there was no trace of magic.The Schillers were all dressed in suits and ties, and their bodies were straight, completely different from the robed wizards in the Quidditch World Cup, as if they were really part of the world of ordinary people.

It was so boring.Sherlock picked up a glass of champagne casually, and slowly moved to the gate, ready to go outside for some air.

After Moriarty, the whole world seemed to be quiet, from England to Norway, from the Muggle world to the wizarding world, the same boring everywhere.

Those damn rules shackle everyone's brains and hearts, and everything is simply classified as progressive, backward, civilized, or barbaric.The footsteps of human beings never intend to stop leaping forward, whether it is Moriarty or himself, as long as people who do not intend to participate in this rapid march, they are somewhat out of harmony with the whole society.

And now, Moriarty shot himself in the face, and Sherlock was left alone in this dull world, waiting like a dangerous man for the next murderer.

What did the psychiatrist call his condition?

correct!antisocial personality.

Another black Lincoln drove into the manor, and Sherlock leaned against the Roman column at the door, preparing to play a reasoning game with this car to pass the time.However, his gaze froze as soon as he glanced at the license plate belonging to the British embassy.An ominous premonition came from the bottom of his heart, and William's phrase "I hope you don't regret it" suddenly started playing back and forth in his mind, and the banter in those amber eyes also had other meanings.

Sherlock watched the car doors on both sides of the back seat being hit at the same time. Mycroft's disgusting face appeared first, and he smiled when he saw him. He still looked calm, as if he knew he would see him here. Like him.It was Watson who got out of the car on the other side. The beautiful scenery of the manor first caught his attention, causing a small smile to bloom on his haggard face, but then he did not know what to think of, and his expression became cold again.

Sherlock seemed to have also turned into a Roman column, standing frozen in place, holding the champagne glass in his hand, watching Watson walking towards this side, then raised his head and met his eyes.

"...Hi, John." Sherlock opened his mouth and greeted dryly.

Watson stared at him twice, then walked on, passing him directly.Sherlock pursed his lips, counting silently in his heart: 1, 2, 3!

"Sherlock Holmes!" The person who had just passed by strode back, and it was unclear whether it was an excited or angry shout that made everyone in the hall look out.Mycroft immediately gave up watching, turned around and chatted with the entourage about the other party's newly born daughter, determined not to let people know that he and the two people at the door were together.

In the few seconds he turned around, Watson grabbed Sherlock by the collar: "You're not dead!"

"Uh—yes." Facing the emotional Watson, Sherlock raised his hands, not daring to move, his eyes swept over the guests in the hall who kept looking this way, and the two of them blocked outside, pretending to Mycroft, who didn't know them, cleared his throat and said tentatively, "Can you let me go first?"

Watson looked around, took a deep breath, forced himself to calm down, and let go of his hand: "So you lied to me by jumping off the building?"

"What?" Sherlock was hit by a new question before he could catch his breath, and he said after a while, "I didn't lie to you, I really jumped."

"It's just a little trick?"

"It can't be called a trick." Sherlock straightened his collar and said proudly, "I asked Jasmine to help me..."

He had just started showing off when Watson had already punched him on the nose, causing him to fall on all fours. The champagne glass in his hand was not held firmly, and it shattered to the ground.By the time he held his nose and stood still, Watson had already entered the hall first.

"You should have thought about today." The gossip protagonist walked away, and everyone's eyes finally shifted away. Only then did McCoff come to Sherlock's side, and kept a distance from him and said.

"What? Are you gloating?" Sherlock stared at him and asked very unfriendly.

"Obviously." Mycroft smiled, patted his brother on the shoulder, and walked into the hall.

It was not uncommon for William to be present at the engagement ceremony of someone in power in Schiller, but Mycroft hadn't expected to see Draco there.His impression of the boy still stays in the brief meeting at the Royal Opera House in London, when the other party played the role of a beautiful vase next to William Schiller.

"Good day, Your Excellency, Mr. Malfoy." While thinking about the identity of the boy at this time, Mycroft greeted the two of them. When his eyes fell on Draco, he accurately called out only a few A name I heard once a month ago.

"Good day, Mr. Holmes." Draco raised his chin slightly, with a bit of natural arrogance in his politeness.

William looked at the boy beside him with a smile, and without letting McCoff think about it, he said directly, "Draco and I are engaged."

He was very surprised to hear that the two were already engaged, but he still smiled and said, "It's really good news, but when did this happen? I haven't received any news."

"A month ago." William said casually, made a silent gesture to him, and lowered his voice: "We haven't made it public yet."

Seeing that Mycroft raised his eyebrows in doubt, Draco explained, "It's not yet time."

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Before the ceremony started, Alan and Anna held hands, shuttled among the guests in a very intimate way, accepting everyone's blessings.The bright violin has been accompanying them, and the atmosphere of the entire pink-decorated hall is even sweeter.

Caesar and Oleg stood together, toasting to them from a distance, while Allen walked directly with Anna, seeming to respect Caesar as an uncle.The performance of the people in power was perfect from beginning to end, and no one would think that the interior of Schiller's house was not as harmonious as it appeared on the surface.

Half an hour before the ceremony, Anna's father, Nikolai Petrovich, the head of the Petrovich family, finally arrived.The attention of all the guests was attracted by a group of Russians who appeared at the entrance of the hall. William and Draco, as Alan's only surviving younger brother and quasi-brother, followed Alan to greet this man, whether in the Muggle world or in the Muggle world. An important figure in the wizarding world.

Anna kissed her father's cheeks first, and the two whispered in Russian. Allen waited quietly, without any nervousness, and didn't feel that he was being left out of embarrassment, just waiting for Nicholas with a smile After talking to her daughter, notice him.

"Alan, long time no see, you are still the same." Nicholas looked Alan up and down, shook his head, always felt that the pale face of the prospective son-in-law was a little paler against the white suit.

Such a sickly face is not the type that Russians appreciate at all. Nicholas quickly shifted his gaze to William, patted him on the shoulder, and his attitude was obviously a lot more enthusiastic: "To be honest, I always thought that the person who inherited the Schiller family The person will be you."

William replied coldly: "I'm not interested in the family."

"But let me tell you, Schiller will definitely be stronger in your hands." Nicholas laughed loudly as he spoke, completely oblivious to the fact that Schiller's real ruler was listening, and he was about to become his daughter's husband .

This kind of public promotion of him and belittling of Allen made William frowned, and he had to say: "Magic power doesn't mean everything. Compared with me, Allen is better at family affairs."

Allen smiled, coughed twice, and said gently, "Don't deny it. Without you, Schiller wouldn't be where he is today."

Nicholas looked at them, and suddenly laughed: "You brothers have such a good relationship, and you are not at all like my sons who are not up to date."

Allen and William looked at each other, neither of them said anything, tacitly avoided the topic, and invited Nicholas into the hall.

"Are you okay?" While Nikolai and Oleg were talking in Russian, William looked around at Alan, who was weaker than usual, and asked in a low voice.

In order to control Anna to show what he needs, Allen has used soul magic a lot today. It is not difficult for him to output such accurate and lasting magic power, but it is not a pleasant thing.

Allen shook his head: "Don't just worry, just remember what you promised me."

William smiled, his eyes flicked over Caesar's back: "Understood."