[Comprehensive] The Wizard and the Fugitive

The place where Kingsley lived and Potter's house were both in Godric's Hollow, and it took only ten minutes for the three of them to run all the way there.

The lights were on in the house, and there were faint voices speaking, there should be more than one person.The three good friends raised their eyebrows in surprise at the same time, very surprised that there are other guests here so late.

"He didn't find a girlfriend secretly, did he?" Ron asked gossipingly.

Harry shrugged, "I haven't heard of it."

While the two were talking nonsense, Hermione had already stepped up the steps and knocked hard on Kingsley's door.The loud sound alarmed the surrounding residents, and the barking of the pet dog came from every house, and the sound became one piece, and soon no one could even think about resting.

The knocking on the door was so persistent that Kingsley had no choice but to open the door quickly and let the three people in.

"You can't keep your voice down!" He growled angrily, and he could already guess what the neighbors would point at him tomorrow.

Let's hope it gets to the neighbors and it's not good headlines for the Minister of Magic to disturb people in the middle of the night!

Harry was a little embarrassed when he was yelled at, but Moriarty's matter quickly overwhelmed the little emotion in his heart, making him blurt out: "We have something very important to tell you as soon as possible!"

Kingsley folded his arms and nodded reluctantly, "Okay, let's talk about it." He turned sideways and let the three of them enter the living room: "It's better if it's so important, otherwise I'll give you three Find a good job and let you have something to do at night!"

Harry didn't pay attention to what Mr. Minister was complaining about. As he walked in, he quickly explained: "It's about the Muggle you brought to the Ministry of Magic today. We found that there is a problem with his identity."

"Oh? He's actually a wizard?" Kingsley asked amusedly, not thinking that he would not be able to understand the difference between a wizard and a Muggle.

Harry shook his head: "No no! He is very famous in the Muggle world, he is a..."

The last words caught in his throat suddenly, and Harry stopped abruptly, staring straight at the man sitting on the sofa in the living room.

That face was exactly the same as the one in the Muggle photo, with a friendly smile, looking at him gently, as if welcoming him.

Hermione and Ron, who came in after Harry, also stopped and looked at Moriarty warily, as if what was in front of them was not a Muggle, but a pistol that looked like a man.

"Why is he here!" Ron almost screamed, reflexively hiding Hermione behind him, and clutching the wand in his pocket.

"What's going on?" Kingsley frowned, impatiently scanning the three subordinates who rushed to his house to perform at night.

"What is he doing here?" Hermione asked as calmly as possible.

Before Kingsley could answer, Moriarty had already stood up, smiling and looking at the three wizards crowded at the door of the living room away from him: "Hi, I'm Kingsley's friend, and I'm staying here temporarily. You can call me Jim."

"Jim Moriarty, we know who you are!" Ron yelled, taking a step forward, gripping his wand tightly.

Moriarty raised his hands innocently: "Don't be nervous, I'm just a Muggle."

"You are not an ordinary Muggle." Harry said as he handed the information in his hand to Kingsley: "Look at it, and then you will know that this guy is not trustworthy."

A stack of news printed on Muggle A4 paper was forcibly pushed over. Kingsley lowered his head, and the huge red words "Consulting Criminals" bumped into his eyes unsuspectingly, followed by Moriarty's photo. There was a completely unfamiliar cynical smile on the corner of his mouth.

He flipped through the materials silently, finally restrained his temper and fell into thinking.Harry and Ron stared at Moriarty, convinced that in a few minutes, Kingsley would tell them to throw the Muggle out of the wizarding world, preferably with another Oblivion Charm.Only Hermione kept frowning, watching Kingsley with more and more uncertain eyes.

"I think he should be sent out of the wizarding world as soon as possible." She said tentatively, and waved Ron and Harry into the room to get Moriarty out.

However, before they could take any action, Kingsley stopped him first and said, "I know how to deal with it, just leave it to me here, you guys go back first."

Ron looked blankly at Hermione, then at the highest authority in the Ministry of Magic, not knowing who to listen to.Harry also remained standing where he was, showing no intention of moving.

"Didn't you hear that!" Seeing that the three of them didn't obey orders at all, Kingsley ordered loudly, "Everyone get out."

The house seemed to have received an order, and the three Gryffindors only felt that their feet were empty, and the next second they had been thrown out of the gate and fell on the land of Godric's Hollow.

In the room, Kingsley was silent for a moment, and looked at Moriarty seriously: "I don't care who you are in the Muggle world, as long as you can really make Malfoy stumble, I can stand by your side. But You'd better remember that this is the world of wizards, any wizard can show you how powerful you are, so it's best to be quiet."

Moriarty laughed and obediently nodded in agreement, as if he knew the ending a long time ago and was already prepared to face Kingsley's reaction.

"I won't let you down." His voice was low and bewitched, like Satan who turned into a poisonous snake in the Garden of Eden, trying to persuade Eve to pick the apple that didn't belong to her.

……

Draco and William returned to 220 Baker Street the next day.The situation has just improved, and it is not yet the time when Slytherin is high-profile. The complete opening of Malfoy Manor will only cause commotion in the magic world. Even their brief return yesterday may have already made the Ministry of Magic unstable.

At the door of No. 220 sat a man, huddled in his jacket in the cold morning wind.William saw the familiar figure of the other party from a distance, and raised his eyebrows in surprise: "John?"

Watson recovered from his half-dream and half-awake state with a jerk, squinting his eyes and looking up at the two neighbors.

"Why aren't you at home?" He stood up in a daze, stepped aside, waited for William to open the door, and followed in.

"Private matters." William said simply, "What are you doing here?"

Watson scratched his head in embarrassment, a little embarrassed to explain what happened between him and Sherlock.Since their return from Norway, their relationship has been lukewarm, with embarrassing boundaries, as if the bromance that once existed was all in vain.

Of course, Watson is not a person who likes to shirk responsibility. He knows that most of this embarrassment is caused by himself, but this is not a reason for Sherlock to entertain him!

God knows what Sherlock was thinking. In order to get his forgiveness, he actually listened to Mrs. Hudson's suggestion and prepared a candlelight dinner, which frightened him as soon as he got off the night shift!

"I'm going to die of sleepiness." Watson muttered, ignoring William's question directly, throwing himself on the sofa and snoring.

Draco laughed, "Leave him alone."

"I just don't plan to join him and Sherlock." William was helpless, but he couldn't really drive Watson out, so he could only lend the sofa temporarily.

Thinking about the next door, he turned around and went out, and sure enough, he met Sherlock who was looking for someone.

"Good morning." William raised his eyebrows and looked at Sherlock's suit with a teasing tone.

Sherlock rolled his eyes bluntly: "I'm not good! How long is he going to be angry?"

"Probably when you stop making him angry." William shrugged, reminding half casually and half seriously.

However, Sherlock no longer cared about what he said, his eyes stopped on his clothes, and he couldn't move anymore.

William and Draco disapparated directly from Malfoy Manor early in the morning, without changing into Muggle clothes in front of the Malfoys.At this moment, William was still wearing a wizard robe, standing on the streets of London who hadn't woken up yet.

Sherlock raised his eyebrows high: "Have you gone to the magic world?"

"Yes." William replied.

Sherlock narrowed his eyes suspiciously: "I remember that Draco seemed unpopular in the British wizarding world."

"That's all in the past."

"Oh?" Sherlock raised the corners of his mouth, his eyes lit up, and he had already forgotten the troubles just now: "You must be very happy to take me to Malfoy's house, right?"

Take a Muggle to Malfoy Manor, face to face with the Malfoys?William shook his head, unwilling to imagine that terrible picture at all.

"I can take you around Diagon Alley." He thought for a while and said, "I hope it can satisfy your curiosity."

"What a good friend of mine!" Sherlock hugged him happily and said with a loud laugh.Upstairs in the living room, Watson, who was already asleep, was awakened by his movement, and sat up abruptly, only to feel that his anger was getting stronger, and he probably would never want to let Sherlock go in this life.