[Comprehensive] The Wizard and the Fugitive

At 4 o'clock in the morning, London is the quietest time of the day. The emptiness of the street and the noise of the bars are like two completely separated worlds.

William slipped away while all attention was on Denis, stepping into the cold silence of the night.

He looked to the right uncontrollably, Baker Street was in that direction, only one kilometer away, and it took only ten minutes to walk.

He stood at the door of the bar and thought for a moment, but still chose the opposite direction.

However, I don’t know if it’s because he is too dependent on the car navigation, so he is not familiar with the route, or because he is always worried about someone. He obviously chose the opposite direction, but in the end he walked into Baker Street inexplicably. When he looked up, he saw the number 220 in front of him. Look at him quietly.

William sighed, in order not to continue to torture his heart, he could only push the door open and go in.

The room was dark, and William silently crossed the living room and pushed open the bedroom door.There was no one on the bed, and the quilt hadn't been touched.He frowned, his eyes gradually turned golden, and the keen senses belonging to vampires caught the slight breathing in the study, so he walked towards the study lightly.

The door was ajar, just wide enough for him to sidle in quietly.The desk lamp was still on, and Draco fell asleep on the table, wrapped in a blanket that Mrs. Hudson should have covered him before leaving.William approached slowly, squatting down in front of Draco, seeing his aggrieved expression while sleeping, his indifferent expression gradually loosened, revealing a helpless smile that he didn't even notice.

His voice was very low, but Draco seemed to sense it, slowly opened his eyes, and looked around blankly.He was still alone in the dark, and without Hope, the silence at home made people uncomfortable.Under the effect of the invisibility spell, he didn't even know that William was in front of him, silently staring at his disappointed and lonely expression.

A few days later, when the retrial was imminent, William finally returned to Baker Street without delay.

Several Slytherins gathered in the study room of No. 220, and various information stalls were everywhere, trying to grasp any questions that the Ministry of Magic might raise.

There is no second Arctic Circle route for them to trade in the world. There is only one chance. If they fail to grasp it, who knows how long it will take for Slytherin to return to England.

The sound in the living room caused the four of them to stop working at the same time. Draco heaved a sigh of relief at William's familiar footsteps, hurriedly signaled to the three of Blaise, and rushed out of the study.

William was standing at the door of the living room waiting for him, their eyes met, Draco avoided it with a guilty conscience, and he knew that this plan was entirely based on William's connivance with him.

"This is the last time." William whispered, walking step by step, approaching Draco with the cold rainy London air, pinching his chin with cold fingers, making him look up at himself.

"I see." Draco replied obediently immediately.

Hope had been sent to Mrs. Hudson, and the study was quiet, as if all three of them had Apparated away.William saw that his dark magic notebook was spread out on the table, and he still turned to the page of memory magic, obviously Draco didn't think about it less when he was alone.He lowered his head and kissed Draco's lips almost fiercely. The boy accepted it obediently and responded carefully.

Feeling Draco's comforting temptation like a small animal, William smiled helplessly, and let go of the hand holding the back of Draco's head: "You always know how to make me compromise."

Draco blinked, looking at him innocently.

"The time span of the memory you want to revise is very long, and it will definitely leave sequelae." William looked away, glanced at the notebook, and said in a cold tone: "I will keep it to the smallest state, but not Possibly avoid it altogether, you understand?"

Draco nodded, "I know."

His answer was too quick and crisp.William couldn't help frowning, remained silent for a moment, and emphasized again: "This is different from Moriarty's time. What was modified was only short-term memory, and you..."

"From the sixth grade to the present, add up to more than two years, and before the sixth grade, I know a lot about Death Eaters that shouldn't exist. I know." Draco interrupted him, calmly as if Discussing other people's affairs.He looked into William's eyes and asked earnestly again: "I need your help."

There were still two days before the retrial, and time was running out. William knew that no matter what, he would always choose to compromise in the face of Draco's request.The result of continuing to delay will only shorten Draco's recuperation time.Sighing deeply, he finally had to draw his wand, pointing at Draco for the first time.

There was a crashing sound coming from the study, and the whispers of the three Slytherins could be faintly heard through the door panel.Draco didn't move, still watching William quietly, waiting for him to make a move.However, William stopped his movements and turned his gaze to the study, expecting someone inside to stand up and stop him.

However, the movement in the study quickly disappeared, and the three of Blaise made the same decision as Draco after hearing the brief impact of the plan.

The return of Slytherin cannot be smooth sailing. If someone has to make a sacrifice, they will never stop it, whether the victim is themselves or someone else.

Time passed by, and William and Draco seemed to be upside down. William, who was always at ease, frowned, but Draco was calm and calm, and seemed to have endless patience. He could wait here forever, until William was willing to cast a spell.

"Are you sure Hermione will use Veritaserum?" William clenched his wand tightly, and the spell he was about to utter became a rather redundant question at the last moment.

Draco smiled, gently took William's hand holding the wand, and adjusted the position little by little, aiming at his chest.He didn't say a word, but he clearly expressed his meaning - they must complete this spell.

The eyes of the two were tightly intertwined, William retreated steadily under Draco's gaze, and the last bit of hesitation was also disintegrated.

His eyes became serious, and magic power gradually flowed from the tip of his wand.

"Memory modification!" In the silence, William chanted the mantra clearly, almost like a beginner who was afraid that one pitch would be inaccurate.However, such a spell that was so clear to the textbook level burst into chaos in his own mind, making his hand that held the wand tremble so hard.

A golden light shot from the tip of the wand and shot into Draco's chest.William watched the boy's body pause, and then his face quickly turned pale, with sweat dripping from his forehead.

He opened his mouth, but didn't dare to ask, so as not to disturb Draco and make him feel more uncomfortable.Waiting for just a few seconds, William seemed to have exhausted his only energy and lived the rest of his life.