[Comprehensive] The Wizard and the Fugitive

Draco didn't think that the Schiller family also had its own place in the Muggle world. He listened to Sherlock's endless talk about the history of Schiller, and had to admit that even wizards couldn't forge so many things to deceive people.

The glory and glory that lasted for thousands of years, the merits accumulated in wars one after another, and the gossips in unofficial history can only be experienced by Schiller.

But why would they bother to take root in the Muggle world?Schiller and Dumbledore's kind of pro-Muggle faction is not the same.Wizards all over the world know that the Schiller family has a black magic genius William, but who has seen a white wizard named Schiller?If they weren't an open family of dark wizards, they weren't much different.And, as far as Draco knew, the Schillers, like Malfoy, never intermarried with Muggles...

"Considering that Draco will also live here in the future. I think it is necessary for me to introduce you." William's voice sounded in his ears, and a big hand patted Draco's shoulder lightly, pulling him out of his thoughts Pull it out.Only then did he notice that Sherlock had finished speaking.

Opposite them, Watson put down his knife and fork and sat up straight. Compared with Schiller's dizzying pile of history and interpersonal relationships, he was still more interested in the neighbors he met every day.

William continued: "This is Draco Malfoy, my... apprentice. Sherlock Holmes, the only consulting detective in the whole world."

Sherlock paused for a moment to cooperate, and he liked the introduction.

"...and Doctor John Watson, a retired military doctor who is currently Sherlock's assistant."

Watson coughed: "I want to explain that I am not his assistant."

William raised his eyebrows: "I suggest you be his assistant. There is no need to accompany him to solve the case for free. Besides, he will disturb you so that you cannot work well."

Watson was silent, but Sherlock was not distracted. "Malfoy? There is no such surname among British nobles." He glanced at Draco quickly: "Don't deny it too quickly, you have exposed enough information, and William Schiller is not a charity that recruits apprentices everywhere Home."

"His family hasn't shown up in the secular world for a long time. You can check the history of 200 years ago, and you will definitely find Malfoy." William said calmly.

Sherlock still stared at William, as if he had finally discovered the flaw: "No, it's more than that simple."

Draco clenched the fork slightly, and this movement was noticed by Sherlock keenly, and his eyes quickly shifted to Draco, "I was about to say, is this a collar?" He stared suggestively. licking Draco's neck.

The collars produced by Old Clark are very artistic, and most people will regard it as a decoration.This is popular among young people nowadays, Watson understands it this way, after all Draco still looks like a big boy.So when Sherlock asked this question, and Draco didn't know how to answer it, Watson habitually came out to solve the embarrassment caused by his roommate.

"No, that's an accessory, that's what's in fashion right now," he said.

Sherlock pursed his lips, clearly sticking to his own opinion, but Draco might be the breakthrough to unlock William's secret, and he barely restrained the thought of going deeper, so as not to mess up the relationship on the first day.

After lunch, the doctor took his roommate, who always made the atmosphere weird, back to 221b, ready to have a good discussion about manners.William stood at the second-floor window, watching the two neighbors go back next door.

"Draco." He walked to the kitchen door and looked at the boy doing the dishes.Of course, with a new wand, he didn't mean to bother Draco.

"Yes, mylord."

"Come out with me in a while, I have work."

Draco was almost speechless, William Schiller had a job in the Muggle world!This is the first few stimuli of today!

Ten minutes later, Draco followed William down to their underground garage. The black Bentley that brought him here yesterday was quietly parked here, and there were several cars parked beside it. The space was huge, obviously by magic Remodeled, Baker Street houses don't come with garages this size.

"What are we going to do?" Draco asked casually.He didn't even notice that when facing William, he no longer felt as nervous as yesterday.

"Clean up the trash." William replied simply, with a smile on the corner of his mouth: "You will understand."

An hour later, William found a place to stop in an underground car park in central London, and then took Draco into the shopping mall.The large glass walls, bright floor tiles, huge electronic screens and comfortable air-conditioning in the Muggle mall made Draco stunned at the door.

This is, Muggle Diagon Alley?

"Don't stand still." William pushed him by the shoulder and led him to the elevator.Draco was stiff all over, clutching the armrest tightly, looking down slightly.Through the glass, you can clearly see the cars on the broad road stopping at the red lights, forming a long queue, and the pedestrians rushing past the intersection within 30 seconds is about the same as the half-day traffic in Diagon Alley.The tall buildings seen on the way here can be seen more clearly here, and Draco can only look at them in shock, completely unable to guess how many floors they have.Curiosity and shock were hidden in his blue-gray eyes, but he wanted to pretend nothing had happened, with the demeanor of the Malfoy master, calmer than the Muggles in the elevator.

"What are we going to do?" Draco couldn't help asking again when William led him to the 12th floor.

This is the highest floor of the shopping mall. There is only one brand on the entire floor, which only serves a small number of members and is handmade.

"Good day, Thomas." William nodded to the oldest man here, smiling.

"Good day, Your Excellency the Earl." The other party immediately sent away the staff who were asking something, and walked over quickly.

"Make him some clothes for all seasons." William patted Draco on the shoulder and pushed him to Thomas: "Let him choose the style himself."

Thomas nodded, and made a gesture of invitation to Draco: "Please come with me." He didn't show any curiosity about the strange boy.

So Draco was dragged to be tailored for no reason.This tossing took a long time, and when he walked out of the room, he saw William sitting outside drinking coffee and reading magazines, and he no longer thought about the so-called work.

But for William, it was just the beginning.This is London, and any problem that the police cannot solve may be transferred to Sherlock's hands, and any flaw may fall short, so he must be cautious.

It took them 5 minutes to walk a road that was completely out of surveillance video to the roof of this building. Draco panted on his knees, trying to calm down the physical stimulation and the stimulation of the heartbeat, watching William carefully After checking every corner of the roof, after making sure there was no threat, he took out the shrunken suitcase and restored it to its normal size.

"What's this?" Draco asked looking at the contents of the box.

"PSG-1." William set up his gun, and spent half a minute aiming at an office where a meeting was taking place, "Give your eyes a spell so that they can see 800 meters away. arms."

Draco complied.

"The meeting room on the top floor, do you see that? The man with white hair, keep an eye on him." William said softly, his index finger was right next to the trigger, waiting patiently.The door of the conference room opened, and the secretary hurried in and handed a fax to the white-haired man. Her face was pale and her eyes were dull, which made the project leader who was speaking unconsciously stop.William smiled briefly, and he silently read the message on the paper in his heart:

Antonio Clark bids you farewell.

Sincerely, Thanatos

No one who knows anything about the Underworld expects to see the words "Your Thanatos", an invitation from hell is nothing more than that.

"3, 2, 1." William pulled the trigger.Draco saw the man across the way only had time to show a horrified expression before his head was blown off.

"Oh! Merlin!" He took two big steps back and hit the wall behind him, his face pale as if he had died once.

William quietly stared at the meeting room through the scope, making sure that his target could not die anymore, got up and quickly dismantled the gun, shrank it and put it back in his pocket.He didn't take the time to calm Draco's little heart that was about to stop beating, but directly chanted a compulsive calming spell, and then took the boy back to the 12th floor and took the elevator to leave.

"I didn't expect you to react so strongly." When they got back into the car, William raised his eyebrows and looked at Draco incomprehensibly.He couldn't figure out how Lucius Malfoy raised his son, a dark wizard was afraid of blood!

"No! I'm fine..." Draco said with a pale face.

William didn't say anything more, and still took Draco to a large supermarket near Baker Street as planned to buy some things to replenish the refrigerator at home.Because the boy's face was so abnormal, William chose to let him stay in the car and wait.

"I'm much better." When he came back with two big paper bags, Draco got out of the car and said, the boy looked a little embarrassed, but his face was indeed much better.William put his things in the trunk and motioned for Draco to get back in the car.

"Just now, what was that?" Draco asked hesitantly, opened the ladle from a distance of 800 meters, and the Killing Curse couldn't do it. He couldn't imagine that it was a Muggle item.

"An automatic rifle," William replied. "It's super accurate and has a low-noise booster. But it's too heavy to carry unless it's a shrinking spell, but when I'm killing Muggles, I'm just saying goodbye." Magic is used in rituals." He said and glanced at the boy beside him: "Today is an exception, because today we have other tasks besides work. Alright, now, how does the Muggle world feel? "

"...Uh, gun?" Draco couldn't answer William's question at all, and there was only one word in his mind - gun.Dumbledore's argument about the weakness of Muggles, and his father's contempt for Muggles have all been overturned today.All he knew was that any Muggle with a gun could take his life from 800 meters away, but he, a half-hearted Dark wizard, couldn't do it yet.