[Comprehensive] The Wizard and the Fugitive

Seven years ago, New Orleans, Baton Rouge.Six years ago, Barcelona, ​​Athens, Algiers.Three years ago, Tokyo and Shanghai.Last year, Oslo.

And not so long ago, London.

In addition to the mysterious blank paper, the nine cases have other things in common.They both took place in public, both were single-shot deaths from long distances, both were deadlocked by lack of leads, and the dead were big shots.

"That's a man who is used to being cautious." Sherlock clasped his hands together, resting his chin loosely, staring blankly ahead, at his imaginary opponent: "His hands are very steady, he never does superfluous things, and sticks to principles . His marksmanship has been improving, is a very demanding person.

Seven years ago, in Louisiana, the United States, he took his first business—or it might just be the first business recorded in the Interpol file—the next year, he left the United States to work in the Mediterranean generation, and then It was Asia, Northern Europe, and finally England, where he ended his seven-year solitude.

Bringing a rookie with him was the first unnecessary thing he did.That was a complete novice, who had never received training, and had just met him recently, and was taken with him as an exception. When Sherlock said this, he couldn't help leaning forward, as if he was facing someone asking a question: "There must be something very special about this kid. Who is he?" "

He was silent for a moment, then raised his head and looked at Watson: "There is another person who made me have such doubts recently."

"You mean Draco?" Watson thought for a while and asked uncertainly.

Sherlock nodded. "There are no records of his birth in the UK. Schools, hospitals, credit cards, blank, blank, all blank. Who the hell is he?"

"John, do you believe in coincidence?"

"Er—" Watson opened his mouth wide and made a meaningless single sound.

Sherlock stood up and looked at the wall between 220 and his eyes seemed to have penetrated it, looking into William's amber eyes.

There has never been a pure coincidence in the world.

Baker Street, 220.

Draco had been absent-minded since his trip to the Theater Royal.He couldn't help but recall William's irresistible embrace in the dark.It was just a show for Mycroft Holmes to see, and at most it was a bit of William's vicious teasing. Draco realized it not long afterward, but he kept thinking about it uncontrollably.

That short hug made him suddenly realize that, once the embarrassing memories of the first day of meeting were put aside, William was indeed a good choice for marriage.His magic power is pure, he comes from a more powerful pure-blood family, he has nothing to do with the British wizarding world, and he is simply prepared for Malfoy.

William didn't notice Draco's little thoughts at all, so when Draco was still hesitating whether to do something to test William's attitude, William hummed a pleasant tune without knowing it, and directed the half-human A large stack of books blocked Draco in the study, officially beginning to fulfill his responsibilities as a mentor.

"Dark magic, alchemy, ancient runes, art history." He piled the books on the table one by one, and finally put a study plan on top, saying: "Take four days of class a week, and the remaining three God's gonna show you Muggle stuff. Like, we can put that gun back in first."

"It seems that there are Hogwarts courses in it, and I have already graduated." Draco instantly forgot what he was hesitating, and reminded.

"Study." William patiently corrected: "And this is the Schiller family education intermediate version of the course." What he didn't say was that this set of courses was prepared for the 13-year-old children of Schiller's family, which is much safer than the advanced courses , is suitable for a half-hearted dark wizard like Draco.

Probably seeing Draco's disappointment, William patted him on the shoulder and comforted him: "Don't be stressed, just finish reading this month and don't take the exam. We will start the practical class next month, it will be very interesting, I promise."

Read it in a month?Draco turned his head sharply, and before he could protest, a piece of newspaper smeared his face.He frantically took down the newspaper, and saw Potter in the newspaper standing in the lobby of the Ministry of Magic, smiling stiffly at the flashing flashing lights.

"I subscribed to the Daily Prophet." With a slight smile, William watched Draco ruthlessly fold Potter's photo: "Sooner or later, I have to go back. It won't hurt to read more news."

William left his things and went out. Draco was left in the study facing Potter who folded one from the newspaper and another.

"What the hell did you do!" Draco rolled his eyes, finally aroused a little curiosity.The news is that war hero Harry Potter has joined the Ministry of Magic's Law Enforcement Division and is now an Oro Squad Captain.It can be seen that if he wants to, the title of savior can make him promoted in the Ministry of Magic quite quickly.

Draco remembered how Potter rushed into the Ministry of Magic to protest after his trial results came out, and his eyes couldn't help but become complicated.Generally speaking, the stupid lions of Gryffindor like to go straight and straight, and the twists and turns of politics have never appealed to them.Dumbledore was a once-in-a-century accident. Although Granger was smart, it could be seen from her behavior that she was still a lion who liked to hit straight balls after all.Potter suddenly figured out at this time, joining the Ministry of Magic, it is hard to say whether there is a reason for that trial.

He probably finally realized that only those with power in their hands are qualified to speak, otherwise, even a savior and a hero can only protest in vain in the hall of the Ministry of Magic.

"I won't thank you..." Draco muttered under his breath, finally no longer obsessed with breaking Potter's face off.

Not a single good news followed.

Blaise Zabini, the only Slytherin who was not on the wanted list this year, was finally not spared.He had been neutral during the war, but had the audacity to marry Pansy Parkinson after the war when he should have been wiser to save his life, which put him immediately on the side of the Death Eaters.Although everyone knows that Pansy is not a Death Eater, who made her have a Death Eater father?

Anyway, it's better to see them on the wanted list than on the execution list.

The door of Malfoy Manor is still stubbornly closed. The century-old magic circle can last another hundred years. The Malfoy family's pile of golden Galleons is inside, but the Ministry of Magic is helpless.

Hermione is the head of the Ministry of Magic's Law Enforcement Department, and married Ron.

The escaped Slytherin swept away the family property, and the wizarding world was experiencing the most exaggerated economic depression after the Muggle Industrial Revolution.But Draco also saw that the upstarts were rising, and without the control of old families like Malfoy and Black, some families that had been suppressed began to expand rapidly, such as Lovegood, Weasley, and some families with a long history Brilliant again, like Potter.

A golden age belonging to Gryffindor is coming.

Draco threw the newspaper on the table and suddenly lost interest in reading it.Every smug declaration of victory in the newspapers was a mockery of Slytherin.He thought he could hide in London and bide his time, but when this newspaper was in front of him, Draco realized that patience might be the hardest thing in the world to do.

He must become stronger as soon as possible, and take back everything that belongs to Malfoy and Slytherin.He glanced at the stack of books that William brought, sighed, sat down resignedly, and opened the first book...

Draco locked himself in the study and frantically made up lessons, and William returned to a boring and leisurely life.There is no business of repairing magical antiques, nor is there a business of acting as an agent of death. Doing nothing makes him notice that the detective next door is observing him. a serious scrutiny.

Like waiting for a flaw.

William didn't care, he still lived as usual, continuing his first teaching in an orderly manner.

Early this morning, William took Draco, who was in short sportswear, out to take him for a morning jog.The morning air was a little bit cool, and it was very comfortable to blow on his face. Draco's brain, which had just escaped from sleep, was blown awake a little.He looked around, habitually swept the window of 221b, and saw Sherlock standing there early in the morning, looking full of energy.

Draco froze for a moment, and waved to 221b.William next to him was wearing earphones on his head. The voice of LinkinPark went straight to the eardrums, instantly occupying the whole world.

They set off from Gate 220, planning to follow Baker Street all the way to the Thames River, and then return the same way.Draco was able to keep up with William's speed at first, and after 5 minutes, he started running slower and slower, and after 10 minutes, William started to walk fast, and Draco was panting like an old cow.

"Very good, hold on." William said as he walked, "As a wizard who only relies on apparation and portkeys to get out, being able to hold on for 10 minutes has greatly exceeded my expectations."

Draco gasped, unable to refute a word.He was afraid that if he spoke, he would lose his temper.

William usually finished his morning run in half an hour, but today because of the extra Draco, it became an hour and a half.When they finally got back to Baker Street, Draco couldn't move at all.William placed him in an open-air cafe to rest, while he went to the supermarket to buy some fresh ingredients.

"You look exhausted." A young man in a cultural shirt and a backpack came over and sat down opposite.

Draco gulped down the ice water, just glanced at him without saying a word.

The young man raised his chin in the direction of the supermarket: "Is that your boyfriend?"

"Ahem..." Draco choked violently, "No! We're not that kind of relationship."

"Okay." The young man shrugged, "I just want to see you living together."

"You also live on this street?" Draco asked suspiciously. Although he had no interaction with the neighbors, it didn't mean he didn't know who lived on this street.

The young man smiled and shook his head: "I have a friend who lives here. Oh yes, my name is Jim, Jim Moriarty. Just call me Jim."

"Draco Malfoy," Draco said briefly.

"Tell me the truth, isn't that your boyfriend? I don't discriminate against this."

"No." Draco paused and explained, "He is my mentor."

"Oh? What did he teach you?"

"a lot of things."

The two sat together and chatted casually, Draco didn't wonder why Jim was here, he just regarded him as a familiar Muggle, and talking to him was a right to pass the time.

When William came out of the supermarket, there was John Watson beside him.Draco never cared about Muggles, he didn't notice that Jim didn't intend to leave when William appeared, and he didn't get up to say goodbye until he saw Watson, as if he wanted to avoid it on purpose.

Draco also stood up and walked towards William, before he could hear Watson complaining angrily: "It's hard to believe that I had an argument with the machine!"

"What happened?" Draco asked strangely.

"It's nothing." William shook his head, not intending to explain Watson's embarrassing financial problem: "Who was that just now?"

Draco turned his head and took a look. The young man hadn't left yet, and was watching them from a distance. Seeing Draco turning his head, he waved his hand this way.

"A college student, he said a friend lives here." Draco said casually.

"friend?"

"I didn't ask him."

The three of them returned to the door together and entered the gates of 221b and 220 respectively.In the distance, across the busy street, a young man in a cultural shirt was still standing there, waving to this side.His gaze landed on the window of 221b, where Sherlock was standing right now, staring thoughtfully at the place where the three people walked downstairs.