[Comprehensive] The Wizard and the Fugitive

When the three Gryffindors were overjoyed or confused by the appearance of the Merlin Group, Draco, who was supposed to be alone in the coffee shop waiting for Hermione, was actually watching at the Merlin Group office on the [-]th floor of The Shard. The whole process of executive president Deni's live interview.

There was a wooden stick on the desk behind Deni, and half of his body was framed into the camera frame. It was the wand made of Draco's vampire rib.

Although the interview was broadcast live, the manuscripts were all written in advance and had been double-checked by the TV station and the public relations department of the Merlin Group. There were basically no problems that might arise.The 15-minute interview ended quickly, the reporter called it a day, and left with a generous red envelope from the group. Within a few minutes, William pushed the door in from the outside.

Seeing him come back, Draco immediately sat up straight and asked impatiently, "Did Granger see it?"

"I see." William replied with a smile, taking the cupcakes he made at home this morning out of the bag and placing them in front of Draco.

Hearing the good news, the boy immediately stopped being anxious, leaned back on the sofa relaxedly, picked up a piece of cake, peeled off the paper outside, and asked slowly while eating, "What's Granger's reaction?"

"Unfortunately, you have been let go." William sat down beside him, pretending to be regretful and said: "That girl should have gone far by now."

"It's conceivable." Draco shrugged indifferently: "She was like this at school, always in a hurry, as if there was a troll chasing her."

"If Denis isn't your man, it's hard to say who will win this game." William said appreciatively.

Draco raised an eyebrow: "There are no ifs in the world." He looked into William's eyes, raised the corners of his lips provocatively, and repeated what the man said to comfort him in Norway, to refute the assumption just now.William had no choice but to smile back and raise his hands in surrender.

The smell of cupcakes wafted throughout the office. Denis sniffled and couldn't help but stand up, and pretended to move his shoulders, as if to relieve the stiffness caused by the straight back sitting posture.It's a pity that this trick is useless to the wizard. Both William and Draco knew that his body was dead long ago, so how could they remember what stiffness is.

Draco glanced at Denis who was trying to show his presence, and sent a piece of cake with the levitation spell: "This is yours."

"Thank you." It was rare for Draco to be in such a good mood that he was willing to share William's products. Deni took it happily, and finally got to experience what attracted Draco to William's desserts.

He took a bite of the cake, and his dead tongue almost came alive under the stimulation of sweetness, protesting.

"It's too sweet!" He commented, eating the rest in two or three bites: "You worry about Draco's teeth every day, but you end up making him such a sweet cake?"

William raised his eyebrows, looking at him as if asking, what does this have to do with you?

The interview was over, and Draco relaxed his body and straightened up under Deni's unreasonable grabbing, frowning, and said very seriously: "You can go out if you are fine."

"Okay, okay, now I'm the one in the way again." Deni grumbled and complained, but he could only go out obediently in front of the immediate boss and William, without forgetting to close the door.

As Draco continued to enjoy his dessert, William reckoned how much he had eaten and began to think that Deni's question was indeed justified.In order to control Draco's body at a healthy level, he was very careful about the two people's three meals a day, but when it came to Draco's favorite dessert, he sometimes lost his principles and did not control it at all.

But was it really necessary to deprive Draco of his hobby?Looking at Draco's relaxed expression, William confirmed for the umpteenth time that he was becoming less and less heartless about Draco's affairs.

The phone rang suddenly at this time, and William woke up from his thoughts. He watched Draco pick up the phone, raised his eyebrows unexpectedly, and turned his eyes to him: "I'm looking for you."

"Looking for me?" William answered the phone with a dazed expression, but his voice was still gentle and polite: "Hello."

The person on the other side of the phone was silent. If it wasn't for William's keen ears to catch the slight breathing, he would almost think it was a prank.

He waited patiently, flipped through the caller ID, and was stunned when his eyes touched the front international dialing code.

The two people on both ends of the Atlantic were silent on the phone. It was not until Draco looked over suspiciously that William touched his nose and said as calmly as possible: "Long time no see, Father."

Father?The oldest vampire family in legend, Michelson from America?Draco looked at William with wide eyes, and seeing him nodding slightly, he immediately tiptoed over and eavesdropped on his shoulder.

On the other side of the phone, at dusk in New Orleans, USA, Elijah Michaelson stood on the balcony, holding her babbling and finger-biting niece Hope Michaelson in her arms, listening to her only son indifferently, as if talking to a stranger the sound of.

Perhaps it was because William had been growing up as a wizard since he was a child, and he was not around him at all. Ilya didn't feel any loss from this indifference, as if he had no special feelings or expectations for William himself.

If there is no father-son relationship between the two, it is probably logical that they will never see each other again in this life.

Fortunately, the blood relationship still binds them all the time. This bond allowed William, who had left home independently, to be accepted in New Orleans again, and it also allowed Elijah to contact William again after many years.

"I heard that you are engaged?" After silence, Ilya spoke the first sentence, which was also the question I had been wanting to ask.

William smiled: "Yes."

"I also heard that it was Alan Schiller who decided the marriage for you?"

"My business has nothing to do with him."

A low laugh came from the other side of the phone: "That's good."

"What's the matter with you?" After another moment of silence, William asked directly.

"I need your help."

Before William could respond, Draco, who was lying on his shoulders, raised his eyebrows first, and the surprise was palpable.

William patted the hand that was holding him, motioned him to be quiet, and continued to ask Elijah, "What's the matter?"

"You will know when the time comes." There was a sound of talking and walking on the opposite side, it seemed that there were quite a lot of people there, and they were messy and chaotic.

"What's going on?" William frowned and asked a little annoyed.

No one answered him, and Ilya seemed to put the phone aside, only to reappear after a while.

"At one o'clock sharp in the afternoon three days later, pick up someone at London International Airport."

William's frown deepened: "Don't tell me it's Claude, I don't want to stay with him."

"It's not him." There was a smile on the other side of the phone. Ilya's voice didn't sound as nervous as before, and there was actually a bit of a smile, which made people completely confused about what was going on over there.

"Can you tell me what's going on?" William asked again without hope.

"It's not about wizards." Ilya's answer was as expected, and it was exactly the same as William's guess. He sighed, and simply stopped asking.Anyway, no matter what happened, Michelson always found a way to deal with it.

William took a blank piece of paper and wrote down the information on it: "In three days' time, I will pick up the unknown gentleman or lady at the airport at one o'clock in the afternoon. I know. Is there anything else you want to add?"

"No—" Ilya dragged his voice uncertainly, and suddenly said, "That's right! Remember to install a baby seat in your car."

"What?" William raised his voice, half surprised by Elijah's news, and half surprised by Draco's arm slamming tightly.

"I said the baby seat." Ilya simply repeated, while putting the little niece in her arms into the cradle, looking tenderly at the little baby who had lived in Michelson's place since she was a child.

"What you want to send is a baby?!" William raised his eyebrows in disbelief.

Compared to his shock, Ilya's voice was much calmer: "Hope Michelson, your cousin, I believe you still remember her."