[Comprehensive] The Wizard and the Fugitive

The lights were not turned on in the room, William grabbed the sheep puppet in one hand and walked up the stairs directly in the darkness.The living room was shrouded in the dim yellow of the street lamps. Draco's platinum head was exposed a little in the corner of the sofa. William walked over and saw him lying there obliquely, staring at the blank night sky outside the window, wondering what he was thinking.

"Your Noah." William sat down and returned the sheep in his hand to him.Draco pinched the sheep's nose, dragged it over and hugged it, and rubbed it into the sofa, allowing William to sit beside him.

"I thought Granger's letter would make you happy."

Draco laughed, "Of course I am."

William raised his eyebrows, held the boy's hand and stroked it gently, his amber eyes quietly looked at him in the dimness.

"Okay." Draco sighed compromisingly: "I can't tell, maybe not all happy."

From the moment of the decline of the Malfoy family, Draco has always believed that a war will not defeat Slytherin. Sooner or later, they will return to the top of the pyramid and become the final victor just like every time they face adversity for a hundred years.But when everything went according to plan and the friends returned to England, Hermione was stepping into the well-prepared trap step by step.The great hope of returning is placed in front of him, as if every step forward is closer to the goal, but he can't feel the excitement he imagined.

It was as if the calm sea covered the turbulence beneath the abyss. While he was relieved, there was also an indescribable chaotic emotion at play.

"You know? I always have an intuition that everything can't be so smooth." Draco whispered, carefully recalling the bits and pieces from Norway, but every detail seemed to show that he was thinking too much .

William smiled, stood up, and hugged him horizontally.Draco was caught off guard and quickly put his arms around William's neck.

The sheep puppet fell to the ground, looking at the backs of the two of them alone, Doudouyan was extremely innocent in the dark.

Draco grabbed William's shoulder and glared at him angrily: "What are you doing!"

"You need to rest." William said with a smile, as if he didn't notice the boy's angry expression at all, he carried him into the bedroom and put him on the bed.

The Draco nebula on the ceiling gave off a faint warm halo, William looked up at his masterpiece, and fell down beside Draco in a relaxed way, the two of them fell into the soft quilt together.

"Don't think about Gryffindor." He hugged Draco sideways, buried his face on the boy's neck, and the warmth of his breath brushed past him, making the man in his arms flinch and pressed closer to his chest .

William's nose lightly rubbed against Draco's neck, and the golden curly hair was also messily spread between the two of them, sweeping across his cheeks, bringing an itchy restlessness.

The troubles of the Ministry of Magic were instantly forgotten, Draco turned around and kissed William on the chin, and the corners of his mouth curled up: "I don't want Gryffindor, so what do you want to do?"

William smiled: "Hope is coming soon, we have to cherish the free time now." He leaned over and kissed Draco's lips, and waved his hand lightly, so that the heavy floor-to-ceiling curtains blocked the streetlights from coming in of dim light.

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When the international flight from New Orleans to London landed, Draco and Blaise were preparing for the upcoming formal negotiations.At the same time, a group of officials gathered in the offices of the Law Enforcement Department of the British Ministry of Magic, arguing over the details of working with Slytherin.

London airport.William was leaning against the wall opposite the flight information scrolling screen, his blond curly hair was tied loosely behind his head, his silver-gray shirt was unbuttoned two buttons, and a section of collarbone was inadvertently visible.His hands were in his trouser pockets, his sleeves were rolled up casually, and a suit jacket was hung on his strong forearm. His lazy and casual appearance attracted the attention of many girls, who felt sorry for the engagement ring on his hand.

On the screen, the flight from New Orleans showed that it had arrived, and William moved his eyes to the exit diagonally across from him, looking for a flight attendant to show up with a baby.

Waiting is the most boring thing in the world, time seems to be stretched, and it is slowly moving forward second by second.William watched the number of passengers coming out from more and more to less and less, but there was no sign of the baby.

Maybe Hope will come out with the crew?He crossed his arms, thought casually, and glanced casually over the passengers.Just when he was ready to continue to wait patiently, Hope finally appeared in sight. The person holding her was wearing a dark gray suit and his hair was combed meticulously. When he saw William, he smiled at him, with an expression There was no emotion, as if what I saw was just an ordinary acquaintance.

William raised his eyebrows and watched the other person walking towards him.The two stood facing each other, wearing the same suit and leather shoes, and the same straight back. If it wasn't for William's face that inherited more of the features of the Schiller family, they would almost look like brothers.

"I thought there was only one person to pick up." William crossed his hands, glanced at Hope who was being held in his arms, and said coldly.

However, before he could express his dissatisfaction with the extra person more clearly, the baby's soft body was stuffed into his arms, making him freeze in an extremely awkward posture, and he was beaten in a lazy and casual posture. It's all in a mess.

"At least say hello! This is your niece." He felt the baby's twisting and turning movements on his shoulders, tried to relax his body a little bit, and frowned in a low voice.

Elijah put his hands in the pockets of his suit pants, looked at the two siblings with a huge age gap, and smiled: "She is also your sister."

The little baby was lying on William's shoulder, turning his head back, trying to find Elijah following the familiar voice.The tender little face and the soft lanugo on his head rubbed past William's neck, making him freeze again.

Elijah frowned at his son, and said critically, "You can relax a little, so she won't be uncomfortable."

"If you're not satisfied, you can find someone else to be your nanny." William replied dryly.

Elijah smiled, still not very enthusiastic, but his eyes softened, and he said simply: "Family is the most reliable."

Unlike Schiller's calm surface and private fights, the Michelsons may quarrel, alienate, or even fight among themselves, but deep down, they are always a family, and they can always put aside temporarily when needed. Contradictions, stand together.

Over the years, William has been sandwiched between two families with very different styles but also capable of causing trouble. He is an outsider everywhere, but when the two sides encounter trouble, they will never forget to bring him with them.

"Where do you plan to live?" William looked at his father, whom he hadn't seen for many years, and asked warily.

"Don't worry, I won't disturb you and your fiancé." Elijah smiled: "I'm only staying for a few days, and I'll leave when I see him."

William raised his eyebrows: "You mean Draco? I thought you wouldn't be interested in him."

Elijah shrugged and said casually, "I have to see with my own eyes who is holding my rib."