[Comprehensive] The Wizard and the Fugitive

At the gate of No. 220 Baker Street, William and Sherlock faced each other silently. One was waiting for the detective to go back to his home obediently after getting the promise to go to the magic world. The other was waiting to enter the gate of No. 220 with William, looking for his cohabitant who left home angrily. roommate.

Neighbors who were exercising early in the morning were going out one after another, and when they passed the door of 220, they all had to glance at the two of them, especially the gorgeous robes on William that only appeared on TV.

"Aren't you going in?" Sherlock reminded.

Now is not the time to continue spending time with the detective. William could only enter the door first and change into a wizard costume. Sherlock nimbly followed him in, and ran into the living room in a few steps.

"Hi, John." He grinned at his roommate, and Watson glared up at him sullenly. "'Hi John?' Is that what you meant?"

Sherlock curled his lips innocently: "Mrs. Hudson suggested that I prepare the candlelight dinner."

"I don't know when you became so obedient!" Watson sarcastically said.

"I just hope you can accept my apology." Sherlock folded his hands behind his back, like a primary school student facing the dean.He glanced at Draco who was watching the play, and whispered, "Draco can be retried as a first-degree war criminal, why can't I."

"what?"

Watson looked over with a puzzled face, and Sherlock immediately explained: "When I was in Norway, I knew that Draco was being edited by the British magic circle, which should be the reason why he appeared on Baker Street in the first place. If our two Now that the neighbor can appear in front of the wizards at will, it must be because Draco has been cleared of the crime."

Watson opened his eyes wide and looked at Draco with a broken face.In his mind, Draco has always been a self-willed and a bit squeamish big boy, with a little arrogance that children from rich families have, and he has to be pampered by William to be satisfied.It is conceivable that such a child must have grown up in a honeypot, how could he become a first-class war criminal?

Draco smiled at Watson very calmly: "The result of the retrial has proved that I was wronged." He said and looked at Sherlock: "You can't always save the situation by changing the subject."

The debunked detective was embarrassed to face Watson's anger just after he was bypassed.

It seemed that the two neighbors would not leave unless they quarreled. William, who was watching the "battlefield", decided not to care about them, and quietly entered the studio alone.Draco noticed his movements, looked at the gossip scene tangled up, and then at the closed door of the studio, and in the end he was even more curious about what William was going to do.

The door of the studio is locked with fingerprints, and only William and Draco can open it. Inside is a very large magic space, where William makes alchemy items, brews potions, and sometimes does some black magic experiments .

When Draco came in, he had already set up the cauldron and was carefully handling the potion ingredients.

"What are you going to do?" Draco asked curiously, leaning over to see what he took out, and couldn't help turning his head away after just one glance: "Merlin! Who is this trying to kill?"

William raised his eyebrows amusedly: "Everything in this is a very good medicine."

"Of course I know." Master Malfoy, who used to get an O every year in Potions, raised his chin, showed off his knowledge of potions in front of the black magic master very immodestly, and memorized the efficacy of the ingredients on the table one by one. Once again, he concluded with disdain: "The healing power of their combination is very common, and before that, their smell can kill people one step ahead." He looked at William as he spoke, wondering what he was doing To make such a substandard potion, is it just to toss someone's tongue?

William didn't pay attention to the doubts of the people around him at all, and thought about Draco's usual obsession with desserts and picky dining habits, and nodded in agreement: "This is a problem."

It was rare for him to give some advice to William. Draco ignored the tasteless effect of the potion for the time being, raised the corners of his mouth proudly, and continued: "In order to solve this problem, you have to add something else to adjust the taste."

"What would you like to add?" William asked.

Draco thought about it for a long time, but found that all the potion ingredients he could think of would be excluded due to reasons such as conflicting medicinal properties, and they couldn't be put into this potion at all.In the end, he could only shake his head regretfully: "It seems that it is destined to have this taste."

William also sighed: "I will try another way."

"Who is this for?" After a short silence, Draco couldn't help but wonder which unlucky ghost would be poisoned by this thing.

Thinking of the legend about memory magic discussed with the portrait of Senior Malfoy yesterday, as well as the research results of his predecessors on potions, William raised his eyebrows and quickly glanced at Draco who had tried many methods in the past few days, but his memory had not recovered. : "It's someone you know."

"Oh..." Draco dragged his voice sympathetically and gloatingly, and he had already turned around a few friends around him in his mind, and finally he didn't think of anyone who needed such a heavy-tasting healing potion.

Perhaps he was too convinced that William understood his taste and would not do this kind of thing to torture him, or maybe it was because the decline of memory also affected his thinking ability to some extent, so that he didn't think about himself at all, so he just missed the correct answer. Answer.

"Who is it?" Draco finally gave up looking and asked directly.

William shook his head: "Secret it now, you will know when the time comes."

Draco didn't insist, and said expectantly: "Whoever it is, I really want to see how he will drink this."

William smiled: "I will think of a way."

……

Ministry of Magic.

After last night's unhappiness, Kingsley called Hermione to the minister's office as soon as he got to work, intending to have a good chat about Moriarty.

"You needn't say it, I won't agree to keep a criminal in the wizarding world." Hermione had already guessed Kingsley's purpose, and directly blocked all the words that Mr. Minister hadn't said yet.

Kingsley looked at his competent subordinate with a headache: "Look, Malfoy has been exonerated in a fair and honest manner, why can't we borrow some external power?"

Hermione nodded: "So I have been contacting the Merlin Group, and just yesterday, they agreed to invest in Diagon Alley."

"It's not enough. What I want is that Slytherin never come back." Kingsley said with a serious expression, "Most wizards don't know the details of the war, but you should understand that if it wasn't for Malfoy and the other Slytherin families Without the support of the Dark Lord, it is impossible for the Dark Lord to return smoothly and launch a second war. They can't just pretend that nothing happened, come back swaggeringly, and continue to be superior people."

"That's why I asked to use Veritaserum during the retrial. It's best to take Malfoy into custody on the spot." Hermione frowned, wondering: "How did he cheat Veritaserum?"

No one would think of black hands on their own memory, Kingsley shook his head: "Now is not the time to think about this. Hermione, think about it seriously, if Jim is really as scary as you say, he is more likely to help us Take care of the Slytherin troubles, don't you?"

"But I will never cooperate with a criminal!" Hermione insisted: "This is the principle."

There was an embarrassing silence in the office, Kingsley looked gloomy, and looked at Hermione firmly, and Hermione also looked at him firmly, never giving in.

"I know you once thought of killing Malfoy." Kingsley suddenly said in a soothing tone: "Hermione, are you really as principled as you think?"

The Gryffindor girl raised her chin, her determined expression remained unchanged: "When the Ministry of Magic hunts down fugitive criminals, it has the right to execute them on the spot. Everything I do is completely legal."

Kingsley opened his mouth, but found that he couldn't refute.In a legal sense, Hermione's original idea of ​​killing Draco could be put into practice, but his behavior of putting a Muggle criminal at home had already violated several relevant regulations.

"I'll give you time. After three days, I hope Moriarty has left the wizarding world." Hermione said as she opened the office door, and left without looking back.