[Comprehensive] The Wizard and the Fugitive

The British wizarding world reopened the door to Malfoy. Just as the wizards were quarreling for Slytherin in a mess, on the vast light green plains of Wiltshire in southern England, dots of magical light merged into the afternoon sun, Gradually unfolding a huge arc, you can vaguely see the distant Malfoy Manor inside.

Draco took a deep breath, trying to calm down the trembling of his hands, drew a bloodstain on his palm with his wand, and pressed his hand on the magic barrier.

"I order as the head of the Malfoy family..." He raised his head, looked at the familiar ivory white villa in the distance, and after a long silence, he barely suppressed his excitement, and continued: "Open the manor."

The barrier began to fade little by little under Draco's hands, and the manor, which was far away just now, turned out to be close in front of us.The wrought iron gate slowly opened to both sides, the long tree-lined road was full of dead branches and rotten leaves, and the bushes and branches were messy to welcome the owner who had not seen for a long time.

Depression was to be expected, and Draco took a deep breath and walked in together, holding William's hand.

They walked across the avenue from among the withered rose gardens to the main building of the manor.

In the distance, the grass looked like a wasteland, and the fountain pool was covered with half-dead vines.The white peacock disappeared, and the unicorn, which used to like to rest in the shade of the tree, also disappeared.

Draco walked silently in the lifeless front yard, stepped up the dusty white steps, and pushed open the door of the villa.The dry and dull creaking sound passed through the empty hall, the silent corridor, and the empty room that had been empty for a long time. The echo told his ears about the desolation, making his already slow pace stop here.

"Aren't you going in?" William asked softly behind him.

Seeing that the boy remained silent at the door, William stepped into the hall first, and Draco followed passively as they held hands together. The sound of leather shoes stepping on the marble interior hit his heart unexpectedly.

"I like it here." William said, looking up at the oil-painted murals on the high dome.The lofty ancestors in the portrait just glanced at them casually, and continued to devote themselves to the medieval battlefield, fighting for Malfoy's centuries-old pride.

Different from the ancient dark colors of Schiller Manor, the exquisite Rococo style of Malfoy Manor is easy to make people happy. Even the antiques that write the cruel history are made of bright colors, only recording the glory.Even if it is still hidden in the dust at this time, people will look forward to seeing it again.

The two held hands and walked up the stairs leading upstairs. Draco's room was on the second floor. When the door was pushed open, Noah, who was still curious about William, lay on the bed.

Everything is as it was.When Draco fled in a hurry, the half-read books were still spread out on the desk, and the clothes worn the day before the escape were thrown on the ground randomly, waiting for the house elves belonging to the Malfoy family to clean them before the Ministry of Magic intervened.

His most precious flying broomstick fell in the corner, it must have been accidentally knocked over, but it was too late to rearrange it.The broom repair box lay in the dust, filled with obsolete tools.

On the wall, the young master and his friends looked at the two intruders curiously in the photo. Draco finally couldn't help but curl his lips when he saw the proud smile on his face a few years ago.

William picked up the exquisite photo frame that was placed alone on the bedside table. Lucius and Narcissa faced him with a rather arrogant attitude. The moment the little Draco rushed into the camera like a cannonball, neither of them could hold back their eyes. Warm and happy smile.

The whole house was full of unique warmth. William didn't know whether Malfoy was really as sinister as the rumors said, but here, he could see the warmth within the family.Being Malfoy must be a very happy thing, that's why Draco is so persistent in working hard for Malfoy's return.Also, being a lonely Malfoy must have been painful.

"Let's go, go meet my parents." Draco walked to William's side at some point, and stared at the young couple in the photo with him.

He took the photo frame over, wiped off the dust on it, and put it on the bedside table again, holding William's hand and going to the top floor together.

Inside the highest dome of the Malfoy house is a secret room that only the blood of the Malfoy family can open.Standing at the door, William watched the boy holding his wand expectantly and anxiously, waiting silently for him to be ready to face the two most important people in his life.

"Open." After a long while, Draco finally said the spell, his voice trembling with anticipation.William intertwined his fingers silently, warming his sweaty palms.

Inside the secret room is a huge and empty circular space, with only a circle of ancestor portraits hanging on the wall.This place is guarded by a magic circle. It is not as messy and desolate as other places in the manor. The pure white ground is still bright and clean, welcoming the sunlight from the skylight.

Most ancient families will have such a room, using more complex spells to leave the memories of the ancestors' life and a faint ray of soul before death, making portraits almost exactly the same as living people, although their lives cannot continue Going on, but it is also a little thought of future generations.

The portraits of the Malfoy family that have been hanging for hundreds of years will not stay here forever, waiting for someone from a certain generation to come up and chat with them on a sudden whim.Many picture frames are empty. Although the ancestors have been dead for many years, their social life is still very rich.

Most of the ones here are the last Malfoys to die.Draco and William walked past the empty Victorian-style picture frames with ancient castles in the background, stopping at the last two portraits.

The previous head of the family, Lucius Malfoy, wore a gorgeous wizard robe, raised his chin arrogantly, and looked down at the two of them. His wife, Narcissa, was also dressed in formal attire, looking at their son with a smile.

"I knew I would see you again, my baby dragon." Narcissa said with a smile, not overly excited, as if Draco's chance to walk into Malfoy Manor again was just a predestined fate, and there was no need No doubt.

Lucius' expression also softened, and he looked at Draco proudly: "He's a Malfoy, it's okay if he doesn't even have this ability." His gaze shifted to William, sizing up Hufflepuff critically The same gentle expression: "Draco, don't you want to introduce me? Who is this 'big man' who can be brought into the family secret room?"

The familiar sarcasm made Draco couldn't help curling the corners of his mouth, and became naughty in front of his father, pulling William to his side: "Why don't you let him answer it for you?"

Lucius in the portrait twitched the corners of his mouth. Under the reminder of his wife, he had to hold back his impatience for the time being. He restrained his arrogance as much as possible, and raised his chin to signal William to speak quickly.

"Please allow me to introduce to you," William said with a good-tempered bow, "I am William Schiller, from the Norwegian Schiller family."

Lucius raised his eyebrows, his expression basically unchanged, as if William Schiller's name was nothing to be surprised about. "A Schiller? In England?" He dragged his tone slowly, looking at the two people with inquiring eyes: "This Mr. Schiller, what's your business at Malfoy's house?"

William smiled: "As Draco's fiancé, of course I should come to see you and your wife. I hope you are satisfied with me."

The opportunity to marry Schiller, a famous dark wizard family, was just around the corner, but Lucius didn't show a little bit of happiness. He just glanced at William with critical eyes again indifferently, nodded his head reluctantly, and spit out quite perfunctorily Answer: "Okay." He paused for a moment, then said, "Mr Schiller, please leave us alone with Draco."