[Comprehensive] The Wizard and the Fugitive

Hope Michelson, the daughter of Nicklaus Michelson and the werewolf Hayley, is a vampire hybrid like William.

For this younger sister with an exaggerated age gap, William can't remember clearly. The last time he saw her was a year ago.At that time, the Schiller family hadn't reached the point of changing the person in power. Allen's father was fighting with death on the hospital bed. William, like other family members, stood guard at the gate of the highest authority, waiting for the old dynasty to be overthrown.Under the circumstances of being extremely bored and unable to leave casually, it was the birth of this little girl that gave him a reason to fly directly to the United States to visit his cousin.

Hope was a cute and quiet baby in his impression. When William first saw her, he guessed that sooner or later, with the degree of troubles in the Michelson family, she would be sent away, but he did not expect that Elijah would eventually Choose to send Hope to London.

In recent years, the number of times he and the Michelsons have met can be counted on one hand. How did Elijah think of him when he entrusted his little baby?Is he more suitable to be a nanny than other candidates?

"Don't struggle, she will arrive at the airport in three days, why don't you pick her up and let her stay there until she is sent back to America?" Draco shrugged and said in a relaxed tone , It seems that I am looking forward to the arrival of Baby Hope.

He didn't hear William's answer, so he turned around, and saw William put his palms together to his lips, his eyes were empty, and he seemed to be in deep thought.

"What's wrong?" Draco asked, leaning down, his hands on his knees, almost touching his cheek.

"It's okay." William smiled, leaned forward along the small distance between the two, left a kiss on Draco's cheek, and explained, "I just remembered something from the past."

Draco looked into William's eyes carefully, and kissed his lips: "We will pick her up together in three days."

"Okay." William reluctantly agreed.

"Now," Draco glanced at the wall clock, straightened up, and took his suit jacket: "Let's install a baby seat."

"I didn't know you still liked babies." William raised his eyebrows and stood up slowly.

Draco immediately exaggeratedly shook his head in denial: "That kind of troublesome creature is not likable at all! What I'm curious about is a hybrid of a vampire and a werewolf."

William shrugged: "She is no different from a normal baby." He looked at Draco suspiciously: "I hope you two can get along well."

Draco rolled his eyes: "Come on, I'll take care of her."

I hope... William thought very uncertainly, and was pulled by Draco's arm to leave the office together.

Draco hurriedly rushed to the shopping mall, picking up all kinds of useful and useless baby items, and "wholesale" swept away the store's inventory.William followed behind, and was responsible for carrying the bags at first, but later found that this was an impossible task, so he had to leave his address and ask the clerk to send the pile of things directly to 220 Baker Street.

It was almost night when the two returned home.On the way, Draco, who had passed the excitement period, nestled in the co-pilot, lazily pulling the ear of the sheep puppet.

"Would she like something like this?"

William glanced aside: "I thought you had already guessed when you bought it."

Draco shrugged, hugged the sheep and didn't want to let go, muttering under his breath, "It's kind of like Noah."

"Who?" William didn't hear clearly.

"Noah!" Draco said a little louder, "My Swedish Brachysaurus!"

Speaking of the Swedish short nostrils, William finally remembered what happened on the first day of the two at Schiller Manor.He glanced at the sheep in Draco's arms again, and in his mind was the huge body of the Swedish short-nosed dragon with rough skin and thick flesh, and he still couldn't connect the two with the word "like".

But seeing Draco hugging the sheep and not letting go, William just smiled and said: "The little girl probably won't like the Swedish short-nosed dragon."

"I think so too." Draco immediately sighed with feigned regret, lowered his head to hide his smirk, and scratched the chin of the sheep puppet: "It seems that you have to follow me."

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It was very late when we returned to No. 220 Baker Street. Under the dim street lights, the whole street looked like an old photo hidden in a corner, with a hazy outdated look.

In this old tone, a fiery red Maserati suddenly stops at the gate of No. 220, as if someone knocked over the paint and splashed unplanned colors on the screen.

"Hi!" Deni was dressed in a colorful suit, with a pair of huge toad mirrors on his face, and he got out of the car with fluttering steps, and his whole body smelled like a mixture of various perfumes and alcohol in nightclubs.

Draco looked him up and down in disgust: "What are you doing here?"

Denis leaned against the car door, curling up his mouth: "Don't do that, I'm definitely bringing good news." He said as he took out a letter from the inside of his suit: "Guess who it is."

Draco glanced at the parchment in his hand that would hardly appear in the Muggle world, pulled the letter over, and shook his hands away.

The familiar handwriting belonging to the first young lady appeared in front of his eyes, and Draco couldn't help but get serious, reading every word carefully.

The letter was not long, and it was an invitation for cooperation written by Hermione to the chairman of the Merlin Group in her capacity as Director of the Legal Enforcement Department of the British Ministry of Magic and a member of the Wizengamot.If the Merlin Group invests in Diagon Alley and Knockturn Alley now, the British Ministry of Magic can exempt them from taxes for two years, and at the same time provide some policy support.

There is also a stack of feasible plans attached to the letter, and the statistics are so detailed that it is hard to believe that it was completed by one person in one day.

"How is it?" Denis tilted his body, held the car door with one hand, and tugged at his open collar: "I came over as soon as I received this letter."

Draco ignored him, and carefully read every word Hermione wrote: "According to her, the Merlin Group will surely make a fortune in the British wizarding world in two years' time."

Denis shrugged, he didn't read a word of Hermione's letter, he had no idea what Draco was talking about.

"Just follow her plan." Draco returned the letter to Deni: "You go to see her tomorrow... No, don't worry too much, go in a few days."

"No problem." After finishing the business, Denis raised his eyebrows, pointed to the sheep in Draco's arms, and jokingly said, "Is this yours?"

"Of course not!" Draco put the sheep into William's hands with a calm face, turned around and walked into the gate of No. 220 in a few steps.

Under the dim streetlights, the half-drunk Denis really wanted to restrain himself and play a fool in front of William, but the appearance of the black wizard holding a sheep puppet was too much a test of endurance, just keeping his expression and not laughing had already cost him Too much mind, how can I have the energy to stand up straight.

"Denny." William frowned at him, still holding the sheep that Draco had given him.

"Yes! I'm here." The vampire's face turned rosy even though he was holding back his laughter.

William sighed, and shook the car key at Deni who didn't know when it ran into his hand.The Maserati logo flashed across his fingertips, Deni's smile suddenly froze, and he looked blankly at the car that he didn't know when it silently turned off.

"Drunk driving is not allowed." William patted him on the shoulder as he passed by, kindly reminding: "Even if you are a vampire, you can't."

"But how do I go back?" Denis asked in a daze.

"taxi?"

"What time is it now!"

"Then it's up to you." William shrugged, actually smiled at him, walked into No. 220 with the sheep in his arms, and closed the door with a bang in front of him.