[Comprehensive] The Wizard and the Fugitive

220 Baker Street.

As soon as Draco and Denis entered the door, the first thing they heard was the loud cry of baby Hope, the tinkling of bells in the kitchen, and the rush of footsteps.

"William?" He walked quickly into the living room, but couldn't find the person he imagined was busy coaxing the baby.A strange vampire was standing in the middle of the room, looking at him coldly.

Draco immediately became vigilant, and as soon as he touched his wand, Denis, who was following him, restrained his sloppy body first, and saluted the strange vampire.

"Good day, Mr. Michelson."

Elijah glanced at Denis, nodded, totally not bothering to care about who this guy was bending over him deeply, and turned his gaze back to Draco, looking up and down at the boy he met for the first time.His attitude made Denis step aside consciously after saluting, and blended into the background with a wink.

The familiar surname of Michelson made Draco raise his eyebrows, and he had a guess about the identity of the strange vampire: "Are you William's father?"

"Yes." Elijah answered briefly, staring at Draco's hand behind his back, and narrowed his eyes: "Didn't William tell you? This wand doesn't work for me."

Of course the ribs that were removed from Elijah would not be willing to attack himself, Draco put away his wand, shrugged casually, and said meaningfully: "He obviously didn't think that we would meet one day. "

Elijah still looked at the boy in front of him coldly, without any emotion for his words. "Nice to meet you, little Mr. Malfoy." He said softly, his face still expressionless, making it impossible to feel his happiness at all.

"Me too, Mr. Michelson." Draco shook his hand politely.

"You can call me Elijah." The vampire suggested in a friendly tone.Only then did he divide his attention to another vampire who was silently shrinking his sense of existence: "Who is this?"

Deni stood up straight and said respectfully, "My humble Deni Bartolomé is from Italy."

Bartolomé is not a powerful family, but it will not be reduced to working for wizards.Elijah looked at him with raised eyebrows, Denis twitched the corner of his mouth in embarrassment, and explained: "I got into some trouble."

"You don't need to worry about things in London." William's voice came, Draco turned his head and saw him coming out of the baby's room lightly, with obvious milk stains on his shirt.

William pointed to his clothes: "Hope vomited, you have to take her to the hospital."

Elijah glanced at his clothes, and a short smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "This is spitting up milk, children do this, get used to it slowly."

So in the next period of time, you will have to face the baby's vomit every day?William frowned, glanced over Draco, stopped on Denis, and moved away distrustfully amidst the vampire's tense mood.

"Just think of it as learning in advance, and you will have children in the future." Elijah said casually, completely ignoring that William and Draco were both men, and it was inherently difficult for them to have children.

Who knows what strange abilities this group of wizards have, maybe two men having children is nothing to them?

William was too lazy to explain the principles of magic to a stubborn and self-conscious vampire, and it was not something he could do to change Elijah's view that it would last for a hundred years.It was almost noon, he looked at the wall clock, he didn't intend to leave the two vampires who didn't need food to eat, and said directly: "You should go."

Deni looked at Elijah, saw him walking towards the door without delay, and immediately followed.

"See you tomorrow." Elijah said before leaving.

"When will you leave?" William asked, his tone didn't sound like a simple question, but with deep anticipation, and he very much hoped that he would give an extremely close date, and it would be best if it was this afternoon.

As if he could guess what he was thinking, Elijah raised the corners of his mouth and said regretfully, "I find London quite interesting, why don't you stay and have a look."

Seeing William frowned, he put away the joke and said seriously, "Don't worry, I told you I won't disturb you. I'm leaving tomorrow."

"So fast?" Draco asked in surprise.Different from William's attitude, he was quite curious about Elijah Michaelson. From Deni's appearance, he knew that this man was definitely a big shot in the world of vampires.

"Something happened at home," Elijah said casually, shrugging, as if it wasn't big enough that they had to send Hope away.

"Hope New Orleans is doing well," William said, looking him in the eye.

Elijah nodded: "Thank you."

……

Early the next morning, when William and Draco woke up to Hope's cries, Elijah had already left England on the earliest flight and was flying over the Atlantic Ocean.

William was rarely sleepy early in the morning, struggled to get up, changed Hope's diaper, carried her between him and Draco, and lay her down again.

But in one night, he was woken up six times by Hope, and now he had completely given up on the idea of ​​making breakfast.

"What time is it?" Draco opened his eyes, moved between them, and grabbed William's hand over Hope.

"Nine o'clock," William murmured, holding Draco's hand, and soon fell asleep again.

The room was quiet, Hope finally calmed down after tossing the adults, and had a good time hugging his feet.In the silence, Draco sat up abruptly: "Nine o'clock!"

William closed his eyes and frowned: "What's wrong?"

"Damn it! Today is the day to negotiate with the Ministry of Magic!"

Draco got up in a hurry, rushed into the bathroom, slammed the door, rushed out again after a short while, and took out the suit he was going to wear today as quickly as possible, and he threw clothes all over the room in an instant.

Hope looked at him with round eyes, and babbled a lot of opinions, but it's a pity that Draco didn't have time to carefully guess what the baby was saying at the moment, William was already sleepy and unconscious.

"I'm leaving." Draco quickly tidied himself up, walked to the bed, leaned over and gave William a good morning kiss, then kissed Hope's little face, and rushed out of the house like the wind.

Downstairs, Deni's sports car roared away.William pulled the quilt up over his head, wanting to resist the biological clock he had developed over the years and rest for a while, but less than 10 minutes later, Hope cried again for some reason.

"Merlin!" He lifted the quilt and looked helplessly at the baby beside him: "I now suspect that it was a conspiracy that he sent you to London."

Hope looked at him innocently, and burst into tears, paddling clumsily in the air with his chubby little hands, like a little turtle overturned.

"Okay, okay!" William got up in a compromise, put on a nightgown casually, and headed to 221b with messy blond hair. Now he can only count on Mrs. Hudson to save him.