[Comprehensive] The Wizard and the Fugitive

220 Baker Street.

William and Draco stepped out of the fireplace, facing the majestic sunset that shone red across London.A day has passed without knowing it, and the four consecutive retrials are extremely exhausting physically and mentally. Draco moved to the side of the sofa and fell into the softness in a free fall.The warmth and safety of the home made his stomach, which had not eaten for a long time, finally feel hungry, and began to grunt in protest.

He curled his lips and looked for William reflexively. The other party had just hung up the clothes of the two of them in the cloakroom. Seeing his aggrieved eyes, he could only obediently go into the kitchen to make food for Master Malfoy who had been working hard all day.

After a stressful day at the Ministry of Magic, the tranquility of home allowed Draco to relax, slowly slipping into a half-dream and half-awake state.He heard the sound of sparrows outside the window, the car drove slowly through the residential area, and the children's laughter was just under the window of No. 220.

A peaceful and peaceful life for ordinary people, it seems good if it can continue like this... Draco couldn't help but smiled, and within a few seconds he denied this assumption by himself.

Malfoy can never be satisfied with tranquility, only ambition is what the platinum family pursues.

Someone was watching him, Draco curled the corner of his mouth, opened his eyes, and sure enough, he saw William leaning against the door of the living room with his arms folded, staring at him quietly.Those amber eyes turned crimson in the setting sun, like a vortex, sucking everything, including Draco, into the abyss.

To be honest, William's identity as a half-vampire black wizard and his appearance at this time was a little scary, but Draco didn't care at all, and still smiled and stretched out his hands to him, begging for a hug.

William walked over obediently, and the afterglow of the setting sun faded from his eyes a little bit, giving him a gentle amber color.Draco waited for him to approach and sat up, wrapping his arms around his neck and hanging on him.

"Get up and have dinner." William hugged him helplessly, lest he continue to rub around and fall.

"I don't want to move anymore, hug me." Draco made up his mind to lean on him, but he didn't let go.William shook his head, picked him up horizontally, and walked into the restaurant.

"Where's Hope?" Draco was held on William's lap like a child, looked around, but didn't see another real baby at home.

Before the retrial began, no one was sure when it would end, and the two of them took the baby to Mrs. Hudson in the morning. Less than 12 hours later, Draco had forgotten.

As if he didn't notice Draco's abnormality at all, William explained indifferently: "I sent her to the next door in the morning, and I didn't tell you." He scooped a spoonful of creamy mushroom soup and brought it to Draco's mouth, stiffly Changed the topic: "I've been hungry for a day, drink some soup to cushion my stomach."

His tone was too flat, and he couldn't reach the level of acting that Schiller should have; his hands were steady, but they were too hard, so that the fingers holding the spoon were pressed and turned white.Draco noticed this, but just smiled and said nothing, still leaning in William's arms, waiting for him to feed himself.There was a crunchy pink glow between the two of them, but an unnerving silence was inexplicably maintained.

"What's wrong?" William lowered his head in doubt, looking at the boy who provoked this silent game.

Draco looked up into William's eyes too, finally willing to speak, but not what William wanted to hear: "You're lying."

William's hand holding the spoon froze in mid-air, and then slowly put it down pretending to be natural, and argued with a smile: "I'm going to die unjustly, the last person in this world I don't want to lie to is you."

Draco nodded, shook his head again, and insisted: "If you send Hope away, it is absolutely impossible not to tell me."

"There's a retrial today, I just don't want to distract you."

"If this can be regarded as a reason, it can only mean that I am too easily distracted." Draco retorted calmly, while freeing the spoon that was about to be crushed by William from his hand, and gently put it back on the plate inside.

"I guess you told me, but I forgot, didn't I?"

This time it was William's turn to be silent, and he turned his face away, avoiding Draco's gaze for the first time.

"Is this a repercussion? My memory has been modified, isn't it?" Draco asked again: "Although I don't remember being a Death Eater, I know Malfoy, and the British war didn't give us a choice at all. "

"There are exceptions to everything." William said dryly.

Draco smiled: "It's a pity that Malfoy didn't catch up with the exception. The person who accused me today is Granger, she is not a conspirator who will frame the enemy, if she insists on my crime, then it is very likely that this is the truth .”

William sighed and didn't want to continue to find reasons to explain: "When did you think of this?"

"After I got home. I didn't dare to think too much in the Ministry of Magic, because I was afraid that too many thoughts in my head would ruin my plan." He said as he put his arms around William, and gently pecked and kissed William on his neck: "Thank you help me."

"You're welcome, I don't want to cooperate with you at all." William said immediately, and at the same time pushed Draco away in a very principled manner, warning seriously: "This is the last time."

"Okay." Draco obediently agreed, and continued to lean in to kiss him.

William frowned, pushed him away again, and said seriously: "Now is not the time to joke, since you guessed it yourself, then you should know that you need treatment."

"You'll help me, right?" Draco asked.

William laughed sarcastically: "Haha? Before you do something like this next time, you'd better think about whether the dark wizard is good at healing magic."

Draco raised his eyebrows, he didn't care about William's attitude at all, continued to be interrupted twice, and then encountered the third rejection as expected.

He sighed, pinched William's chin and said seriously: "I can guess that my condition is not very good, but it shouldn't be a big problem if I delay for a day. Don't reject me today, okay?"

The boy stared at him with blue-gray eyes unblinking, and extended an invitation with a begging tone. No matter how many principles William had, he gradually collapsed in this temptation.

With a sigh of abandonment, he directly hugged Draco into the bedroom, taking advantage of the last bit of rationality to remind: "You have to listen to me tomorrow!"

……

The few Slytherins who had just won their retrials were taking a break to relax, enjoying the free British air and watching the war of words in the newspapers.

The reversible results of the four consecutive retrials caused the entire British wizarding community to stir up trouble. First, tabloid commentators scrambled to join the war of words, for fear that their views would not make big news.

Then, several major newspapers that had been greeted by the Ministry of Magic also joined the battle, and the low-end tabloids must not be allowed to occupy the market.

During breakfast, the Minister of Magic, Kingsley, flipped through the newspaper by the table, and finished reading a dozen thick contents in a few clicks. His irritability was obvious.

"Still angry about the retrial?" asked the Muggle man who was temporarily living in his house.

Kingsley did not speak, and acquiesced to the answer.The man smiled: "Have you considered the cooperation I mentioned?"

Kingsley threw the newspaper aside and nodded: "I mentioned it to the people from the Ministry of Magic. They are very interested in you and hope to discuss it face to face."

The man's expression remained the same, and he didn't show how happy he was, as if he had expected this answer.

"Because of the recent retrial, most people are busy dealing with public opinion." Kingsley continued: "If you don't mind, I can take you to the Ministry of Magic to have a look."

"My pleasure," said the man.

"By the way, Jim," Kingsley smiled shyly, "I don't know your full name yet."

The man smiled, took out a business card from his coat pocket and handed it to him.There is only one line of cursive names on the pure white background-Jim Moriarty.