[Comprehensive] The Wizard and the Fugitive

In the huge manor, Draco and William walked around leisurely, looking for the kitchen hidden in an unknown corner.

"It would be great if the elves were still there." For the first time, Master Malfoy, who always paid attention to the external beauty, missed those ugly little things. If they were still there, at least they could lead the way.

When thinking this way, Draco completely ignored that if there were elves, he and William would not have to look around for the kitchen at all, but just sit in the dining room and wait to eat what was ready-made, as if William's own dinner should be the mode.

When they turned to the corner of the first floor, they finally found their destination. Unfortunately, after nearly a year of inactivity, the ingredients in the kitchen have long since broken down. Only some things preserved by magic can still be used, but it is definitely better than that. Serve with fresh ingredients.

There was no room for pickiness, so William could only use what he had on hand to match a simple meal to fill the stomachs of the two of them first.

Draco sat on the table on the other side, shaking his legs, watching William rolled up his sleeves and kneaded the dough, the graceful muscles on his arms were accumulating strength with his movements, reminiscent of the allure of his hands at night.

Considering the preferences of the Malfoys, William took a lot of effort today to turn out the wizard robes at the bottom of the box.The robe should have been prepared for him by the butler of the Schiller family. It looked completely different from his usual style, with the luxury and refinement of a big family.However, at this moment, he rolled up the sleeves of the very expensive robe at first glance, and the hand-embroidered neckline was unbuttoned because it was in the way. It completely lost the nobility it should have, but it showed another kind of charm on William.

Draco watched him bend down to put the bread into the oven, turned around to block the things on the table, and said mysteriously: "Today we eat authentic British local food."

Draco raised his eyebrows, as if he was very interested in what he was going to rely on to make the so-called authentic local dishes, but his gaze kept on his exposed Adam's apple and faintly visible collarbone, it seemed that what attracted his interest was actually something else.

William turned away, and the potatoes they found just now had been washed and neatly placed on the table: "Look! It's definitely the favorite of the British."

Draco burst out laughing, jumped off the table, and walked up to him: "I don't like potatoes."

William raised his eyebrows: "Yeah, you like sweets, and sooner or later you will be accompanied by tooth decay potions like Dumbledore."

Draco blinked innocently, hooked William's neck to make him bow his head, and leaned in to touch his lips lightly, easily letting him skip this unpleasant topic.

The night had fallen quietly, William snapped his fingers, and several silver balls of light floated slowly in the kitchen, illuminating the darkness again.He saw the boy leaning against his chest and panting with his eyes closed, his rosy lips parted slightly, the warmth of his breath penetrated through the wizard's robe and shirt, through the skin, stimulating his heart.

As if feeling William's faster heartbeat, Draco raised the corners of his mouth and took a step back, avoiding William's approaching hand, complaining coquettishly: "I'm going to starve to death."

The mischief in his eyes was undisguised, William smiled helplessly, and for Draco's health, let him go for the time being and prepare dinner first.

The boy smiled and put his arms around his waist from behind, hugging him tightly like a koala. When he went right, he followed right, and when he went left, he went left together.

From a certain window on the second floor of the manor, the portrait of Lucius and the forcibly drawn portrait of Narcissa are squeezed into a landscape painting, looking towards the kitchen from the best viewing angle that was hard to find.

The rumored cold-blooded black wizard seemed to have no temper at all, just being held by their son's waist, he skillfully prepared dinner, as if he was very used to this situation.

"Don't they have house-elves?" Seeing Draco's lawless and self-willed look, Lucius tried to restrain his expression and said pretending to be disgusted.

Narcissa looked envious: "You have never made anything for me yourself."

The string of sarcasm that Lucius hadn't yet uttered was stuck in embarrassment, and he silently swallowed it back. He could only stare at William with even more disgust, and found a random reason to pull his wife away quickly.

That night, Draco finally settled into his room at Malfoy Manor again.Every meticulous arrangement in front of him reminded him of the happy time he once belonged to the family, and also reminded him of the very similar bedroom in the ordinary Muggle apartment on Baker Street.

He raised his head and looked at the magic-painted Draco constellation tens of thousands of light-years away. Every detail in the starry sky was something he could see every day on Baker Street.

It felt so amazing, as if he had never left, and his family was always by his side.

The messy thoughts made Draco turn around reflexively to look for William, only to see that the man was holding a struggling fur dragon-shaped pillow, as if he was looking for a place to lock it up.

"What are you doing?" Draco smiled, all the sadness that had just emerged was disrupted by this picture.The Swedish short-nosed dragon Noah, who used to accompany the little master every day, frantically wanted to get out of control, but he couldn't fight William's strength at all.

"This guy is a bit disobedient." William frowned, grabbed the dragon's tail firmly, stuffed it into the closet, and quickly locked it.

The darkness put the magic circle on Noah's body into a dormant state automatically, and the banging sound in the closet quickly disappeared and calm returned.

"Why are you having trouble with a pillow?" Draco asked with a smile.

William was helpless: "It provoked me first." He walked to Draco's side, deliberately lowered his voice and whispered in his ear: "Are we really going to discuss a pillow thing now?"

Draco raised his eyebrows and asked knowingly, "What do you think?"

"Ahem!" The sudden cough made the two of them avoid each other's approach at the same time.Lucius was staring at them in one of the portraits, his chin raised high, dissatisfaction evident on his face.

William understood, and was just about to leave and find a guest room to stay for the night, but Draco grabbed his arm.

The boy looked at his father in the portrait and said seriously, "He lives with me."

Lucius frowned: "What did you say?"

"I said, he stayed." Draco insisted, "You'll have to get used to the relationship between William and me sooner or later."

Lucius stared at his disobedient son, and Draco also stared at him persistently. After a brief stalemate, Lucius sighed in compromise, and left dejectedly.

It was a quiet night in Malfoy Manor, but the Weasleys' house was lit all night. Harry, Hermione, and Ron sat together, staring at the materials brought back from Muggle London, and no one could fall asleep.

The last duel between Sherlock and Moriarty was a big mess. Just a few clues are needed, and the overwhelming information will appear on the Muggle network. Moriarty's great achievements are enough for any normal person to immediately kill him classified as dangerous.

Now, this dangerous person had just "died" in the Muggle world, and somehow appeared in the Ministry of Magic, and walked with the Minister, who seemed to have a close relationship. Who would believe that everything was just a coincidence?

"You haven't told Kingsley?" Harry asked.

Ron shook his head: "As soon as we find out about this, we will come to you first."

"Let's go and meet Mr. Minister." Harry immediately got up and said to the two friends, "He must know the true face of this man."

They couldn't wait for the dawn, and hurried out under the moonlight, rushing to Kingsley's house.Hermione followed silently at the end, frowning in thought.

She always had a very bad premonition. Based on Kingsley's recent temper provoked by the Slytherins, even if he really knew who Moriarty was, he would still choose to trust him. As long as Mori Artie can make Slytherins take a hit.