[Comprehensive] The Wizard and the Fugitive

Draco tilted his head and thought about it carefully. Since the relationship between the two is no longer a simple mentor and apprentice, William has never said no again.He smiled sweetly and proudly, but still insisted: "This time you must first agree to help me."

William raised his eyebrows: "What's the matter?"

Draco rushed forward and hugged him tightly, his soft platinum hair tickled his neck: "Promise me!"

William quickly put his arms around the boy's waist to prevent him from slipping down, and sighed helplessly: "Okay, okay, I agree, can you tell me what's going on?"

"Of course!" Draco let go happily, took the black magic note thrown on the coffee table, and flipped it to the position of memory magic for William to see.

"I need you to use the memory-modifying spell again," he paused when he said this, and glanced at the note with guilt, all kinds of sequelae that the spell caster might have, and continued in a low voice: "Use it for me."

William's eyes moved from the notes to Draco's face, the originally relaxed expression suddenly became serious, and the amber eyes were a little frightening in this seriousness.

But his reaction didn't frighten Draco. Seeing that he opened his mouth and was about to refuse, the boy immediately covered his mouth and hurriedly said: "You have already promised me!"

William didn't break free, but still looked at him with disapproval.

The use of memory modifying spells requires precise control, otherwise it is very likely to cause the target's memory ability to decline, hallucinations, or directly lead to stupidity.

As time goes by, the modified memory may start to flash back, gradually making it difficult to tell which is real and which is illusory.From thinking that I have a mental illness to actually having a mental illness.

William's magic power is pure, and he has the natural affinity of vampire blood for dark forces, so he didn't hesitate to use this spell on Moriarty back then, and confidently thought that there would be no problems.But in the face of Draco, he couldn't take it lightly. Even if he knew that with his level of magic power, he couldn't ignore the slight possibility of causing damage to Draco.

"Don't talk about it." He pushed Draco away, took a cold step back, and turned to go back to the room.Draco immediately jumped off the sofa and stopped in front of him, staring at him stubbornly, obsessed with an affirmative answer.

William frowned: "I'm sorry, I'm going to break my promise."

The two were in a stalemate, Draco's resistance was not shaken by the second rejection, William couldn't go around, and didn't want to push him away, so he finally gave up the idea of ​​going back to the room, picked up his coat and prepared to go out.

"I have to do this!" Draco hurriedly explained: "The retrial is about to begin. This is an opportunity we finally got, and I must ensure that nothing will go wrong!"

William turned a deaf ear, continued to straighten his collar, then bent over to put on his shoes.

"Granger doesn't want us to go back, and will 'have to' use Veritaserum on us at the outcry of the people. Blaise, Pansy, and Marcus don't need to worry about that, they're not Death Eaters in the first place, but I..." Draco bit his lip, couldn't help but caressed his forearm with the Dark Mark through his clothes, and said softly: "If you want to fool Veritaserum, you have to fool yourself first."

William stood up straight and looked at him sideways: "Is it really because of Granger? Since you thought she would do this, why didn't you take precautions in the agreement."

Draco bit his lip, unable to tell that this was part of his plan, he was just going to drink Veritaserum and tell the "fact" that he wasn't a Death Eater.

If the Malfoy family wanted to stand on the top of the pyramid again, they had to get rid of their crimes in full view, instead of simply exchanging the right of pardon with the government and becoming a public acquitted.

His silence had already given the answer, William shook his head, turned around and was about to leave, but Hope's crying burst out suddenly, shocking and stimulating the eardrums of the two of them.

Draco coughed, and took the opportunity to look at William tentatively: "Maybe she's hungry? I, I don't know what to do..."

William took a deep breath, strode back to the living room, changed Hope's diaper, went to the kitchen without saying a word, made a bottle of milk powder, controlled the temperature to the most suitable temperature with a heat-preserving spell, and placed it on the dining table.

"Are you really going out? What if she cries again?" Draco whispered after him.

William remained silent. After finishing everything, he strode towards the door again.

"William?" Draco's voice came from behind, calling his name with a bit of grievance.William's footsteps stopped, and he let go of the doorknob for a moment, and finally pressed it down, and hurried away under Draco's gaze.

After leaving home, William didn't go too far. He ordered a cup of coffee at a fast food restaurant in the next street, and found a seat by the window.

Draco was not in front of him at this time, so he finally calmed down and was able to seriously think about the current situation of the Slytherins.

I had to admit that Draco was right, they had to pass the Veritaserum test, and even if Hermione didn't say it, there would be other wizards requesting the test.

For a long time, the Malfoy family has also had descriptions such as cunning and poisonous snakes in Slytherin, and it is not a popular character in the British wizarding world.The wizards will only be full of mistrust towards Malfoy's return. The Veritaserum test is the best way to change the direction of the wind. Even if it can't really make people believe that the Malfoy family is innocent, it is enough to plant the seeds of doubt and facilitate future actions.

The chaos during the war left many things without any evidence at all, just like the era of the Big Four thousands of years ago, we can only rely on the "said" records of wizards.Most people take it for granted that Draco Malfoy was a Death Eater, and believe it was he who put them in Hogwarts in an attempt to kill Dumbledore.

But the current situation is different from the era of the Big Four after all. Draco Malfoy is still alive and well. If he himself denies all the "said" under the effect of Veritaserum, it will undoubtedly overturn the cognition of most ordinary wizards. Make them question.Not to mention the fact that this test would only have been mandated by the Ministry of Magic and Draco had been forced to accept it, no one would take it as a conspiracy.

No magic can fool Veritaserum, but you can choose to fool your memory.If you all believe that lies are the truth, then the veritaserum will lose its effect.Everyone in the magic world knows this truth, but no one has ever doubted the authority of Veritaserum, because memory modification spells are rarely used even among dark wizards, and no one is willing to take huge risks in order to pass the test. And if you use this kind of spell carelessly on yourself, it will cause permanent sequelae.

Draco's planning test was almost exhaustive, but William couldn't appreciate it, because the plan didn't take his feelings into account at all.

"Sir, your coffee." The clerk in cheap uniform put a cup of Italian espresso in front of William: "Do you need anything else?"

William waved his hands casually, without even looking at the other party, completely in no mood to maintain his gentle and polite mask.But even so, the clerk still lingered at the table for a while before reluctantly walking away.

In fact, it's not just the clerk, the entire fast food restaurant's eyes are almost on him, curiously looking at his expensive custom-made suits that are incompatible with the entire fast food restaurant, the limited edition wristwatch that only appeared in magazines, and his model-like appearance. Looking at it, I almost wonder if some TV station is filming a program.

The strange atmosphere attracted the attention of a doctor in the corner. Watson raised his head and was startled when he saw William appearing here. He almost experienced the shock when Norway saw Sherlock again.

He picked up his dinner plate, moved directly across from William, and asked in a low voice, "What are you doing here?"

William gestured to the cup on the table with his chin, and returned dryly: "Drink coffee."

Watson glanced at the completely untouched Italian espresso, and couldn't help raising his eyebrows suspiciously.William didn't want to give him a chance to gossip, so he immediately asked, "What are you doing here again?"

"Lunch." Watson said casually, "I often come to this place."

William twitched the corner of his mouth: "Do you often come when Sherlock has a case in his hand?" He said and glanced at the electronic clock in the store. Three o'clock in the afternoon is not a good time for lunch.

It was the first time that William had exposed him so directly. Watson was not embarrassed. Instead, he looked at William's indifferent expression with curiosity: "It seems that you are really in a bad mood today."

"Maybe." William pulled out a short smile perfunctorily, which looked more like sarcasm.

There is probably only one person in the world who has the ability to have such a great influence on his emotions.Watson immediately guessed the reason, and sighed: "I thought you and Draco would never quarrel."

William frowned: "We didn't quarrel."

"Well, say whatever you want." Watson shrugged: "I don't know what Draco did to offend you, but as a friend, I have to remind you that you are the person he trusts most, don't let him disappointment."

William still had a cold face, and said casually: "The same is for you, John, don't forget that you are also Sherlock's most trusted person."

Watson choked for a moment, and the life mentor who had been guiding William suddenly froze, and stood up straight away: "I've finished eating, let's take a step first."

"Goodbye." William said perfunctorily, and continued to sit there alone, watching Watson push the door and leave, cross the road, and hurriedly catch up with a bus going to the working clinic.

He picked up the teaspoon and stirred the coffee that he didn't intend to drink at all, until the cup was completely cold, and finally stopped this meaningless behavior.

Diagonally across the road, the rear window of 220 Baker Street is very close, as long as he wants, the magic can immediately show everything in the room clearly.William frowned, blaming himself for choosing such a cheap fast food restaurant, such an annoying location.At the same time, he couldn't help moving his fingers, almost casting a spell, so that he could see what was going on in No. 220.

"Damn trust!" He rested his forehead on one hand and sighed deeply.