[Comprehensive] The Wizard and the Fugitive

Mrs. Hudson looked regretful: "You have a very good relationship, you should really think about it."

Looking at the baby Hope in his arms, William raised the corners of his mouth, but finally shook his head: "Now is not the time." Even if they really want to consider the issue of heirs, they have to wait until the British affairs are over.

He looked down at Hope in his arms, and nodded the baby's soft nose: "Do you want a playmate too?"

Hope's eyes followed the dangling fingers, and he slowly stretched out his chubby little hands to hug them, giggling.Mrs. Hudson nodded vigorously, eager to give an affirmative answer for the ignorant little Hope.

"William?" Sherlock's voice came, William turned around, and saw the detective coming down from the stairs at some point, leaning against the door, staring suspiciously at the baby in his arms.

"Where did you get that?" Sherlock asked.

Mrs. Hudson stared at him disapprovingly. "This is Hope Michaelson, William's sister."

Sherlock raised his eyebrows, strode over, stretched his neck excitedly, and observed the baby up close.

During the Quidditch World Cup, Sherlock heard a lot of rumors about William Schiller, one of which was about his bloodline-the offspring of wizards and vampires, born with the talent of dark power.The appearance of the Schiller family at the World Cup has already explained the identity of their wizard family. Now this Michelson should be the surname of a vampire.

But, is there really such a young vampire?Sherlock put his hands behind his back and twisted them together agitatedly, really wanting to get some research materials from the little baby to see what's special about her.But William was already looking at him with warning eyes, and he could only suppress his curiosity as much as possible.

"Cough..." Sherlock rubbed his nose, determined to try it out, "Is she your own sister?"

William looked at his flickering eyes with raised eyebrows, and replied, "You can say that."

The detective's expression immediately collapsed, and the baby's soft bun face also became unattractive.

"Another case?" William glanced at the windbreaker on him, and changed the subject, "Isn't John with you?"

Sherlock's expression froze, and he said dryly, "He's going to work."

In William's impression, Watson would never refuse to solve a case with Sherlock for the sake of work, and his expression could not help showing surprise, which made Sherlock, who was already troubled by this, feel bad again.

The change in his mood was so obvious that William couldn't help but smiled at him, and said meaningfully: "I thought you would be a little bored if Moriarty wasn't here, but now it seems that this kind of worry is unnecessary."

Moriarty's name stunned Sherlock for a moment, and then he remembered that since he happened to meet Watson in Norway, he had been worrying about the anger of his cohabitants, and he had no time to feel the boredom brought about by messy small cases.

William patted him on the shoulder with a smile: "In addition to the case, there are many other things in life. Think about it."

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Several Slytherins came out of the Ministry of Magic and directly Apparated to the Merlin Group headquarters.Denis was waiting for them in the office, with his legs crossed on the table, and several Playboys were spread out beside him, and it was obvious what he had been doing all morning.

"Hi!" finally came the wizard's apparition crackle, and he put down the magazine and greeted lazily.

"The plan went well." Draco casually flipped through the magazines spread out on the table, pushed them aside in disgust, and laid out the contract he had just signed.

"It's time for me to play?" Denis sat up straight, glanced at the content above, and asked expectantly.

Draco: "Don't worry, we'll talk about it after the retrial. I promise, Granger can't wait to come to you by then."

Deni frowned: "You are too confident. If Granger is really a smart person, the retrial will not go as smoothly as imagined."

"Of course I know." Draco raised one corner of his mouth and raised his chin triumphantly: "Don't worry, she can't win."

The Wizengamot's review of the Slytherin four is scheduled for a week later.Strangely, before the official announcement, due to various unclear reasons, rumors of the upcoming trial had been circulating in the wizarding world.The famous war criminal Malfoy is about to be retried, and he is likely to be acquitted. The wizards who have experienced the war are furious. Several big Slytherin families in the country were brought to justice.

The "Daily Prophet" also followed and reported this big news for several days. Critics from all walks of life guessed where Malfoy is hiding now. The reporters searched all over the wizarding world, eager to dig three feet to find Draco. , At the same time, at 220 Baker Street, Muggle London, Draco was at ease, without feeling that he was already in the center of the storm.

William had just left the house, and taking care of Hope became Draco's task for the time being, but for Draco who relied on William to take care of him, the matter of "taking care of Hope" was quite simple.

He held Hope's belt with one hand, and pulled the baby back when she climbed away. With the other hand, he flipped through William's black magic notebook, carefully examining the part about memory magic.

Wizards' memories aren't safe, which is why protective spells like Occlumency appear, but sometimes the danger isn't entirely a bad thing.

When William came back, Draco was seeing the memory modification spell.He had seen William replace all of Moriarty's memories of vampires with this spell a few months earlier, which was exactly what he needed now.

"Memory modification?" William put the shopping bag into the kitchen, came over and stood behind the sofa, leaned over to Draco, and looked at the contents of the note with him.

"You want to learn this?"

Draco shook his head and closed his notes: "It's too complicated."

William smiled: "It's okay, you have the strongest mentor."

Draco turned his face and kissed the corner of William's lips: "I need your help." He said, propped himself up, knelt on the sofa, and put his arms around William's neck.

The boy's warm intention was on his lips, William deepened the kiss unceremoniously, and pressed Draco's neck with one hand, making him lift his head and get closer to him.

"What do you need me to do?" After a long kiss, William stepped back a little, whispering in a low voice between the lips of the two.

"Are you going to say yes to anything?" Draco leaned forward again, pecking his chin lightly.William laughed: "Of course, when have I rejected you?"