[Comprehensive] The Wizard and the Fugitive

Some people in the world are born in the ordinary, some people start from the dust, and some people are born with nobility in their blood, as if they should be loved by the whole world.They are naturally jealous, and if they don't know how to keep a low profile, they will surely offend the public.

The entire Malfoy family is not a low-key type. For centuries, they have stood at the top of the British wizarding world glamorously, never bent down, and only looked at the world under their feet with their chins.

Among the Malfoys of all ages, Draco was not strong enough, and he was not at the bottom. His platinum blonde hair was exactly the same as the circle of ancestors on the wall of the manor. He was not the most conspicuous, but he was definitely the one who made the most enemies in the family.

He grew up under the unconditional doting of his parents, so he never knew restraint, and he always insisted on the supremacy of pure blood in his bones.But it happened that he caught up with the most difficult period in Slytherin's history, stood on the opposite side of the entire British magic world, and became the most hated target among Slytherins.

Of course Draco himself understood the problem, but whenever he faced the aggressiveness of the wizarding world, he couldn't convince himself to lower his stance at all, even if he pretended to be.

It was William's appearance that forced him to hide his inner persistence half-heartedly and put on a mask that was most beneficial to Malfoy.

William made him understand that even if a truly strong person is gentle and polite to everyone, making people mistake him for a Hufflepuff, the strength itself will not change in the slightest.William's name will always represent the most powerful power of the dark wizard. His modesty and politeness will only make others tremble, and those gentle smiles will make people fear him even more.

But it was too late for Draco to understand. Ordinary wizards may change their views on him following the wind of public opinion, but people like Hermione who know him well enough know that he is not playing the real Master Malfoy at all.The Ministry of Magic is wary of Draco's transformation, wishing to kill the danger immediately.

At this time, those ordinary wizards who follow the public opinion and think they are wise become the best assistants. With just a little bait, these headless flies will fly to the designated direction.

"This used to belong to the Daily Prophet."

Four people stopped in front of a house.Draco looked up at the cracks on the outer wall and the dead branches climbing over: "After the war, they moved to Godric's Hollow, and now most wizards are there, and only there is a little life .”

He had just started, and Sherlock had already found the point from the key words, couldn't help but clicked his tongue, and said, "It's really unlucky to be your enemy."

Watson looked at Sherlock blankly: "What's the matter?"

He hasn't figured out what's going on since he met Dennis.Why did everyone pretend not to know each other, why was that witch so hostile to Draco, and why the topic was inexplicably talking about the pure-blood family.He hadn't even figured out what a pure-blood family really meant.

This is the first time in a while that Watson asked Sherlock a question on his own initiative. The detective happily raised the corners of his mouth and answered patiently: "He is going to reach out to the public opinion to clear up his crimes. I really look forward to what will happen next here." What happened in the wizarding world is much more interesting than in London.” After all, since Moriarty disappeared, there have been no difficult cases in London, and Greg could have solved most of the cases without him, but It just takes a while.

The door of the abandoned building was half-closed, and opened with a light push. The dust-covered windows made it difficult to let in light. The street was brightly lit, but behind the door was a blur of darkness.

Draco stepped in, not caring about the dust staining his coat.He knew that William was right behind him, and the powerful magic power spread out in all directions following his footsteps. The dots of light rose from the floor, gradually brightening the space, driving away the cold and gloom.

"Is this magic?" Watson looked at this scene in amazement, and reached out to touch the light spot next to him.The seemingly faint light is warm, and the fingers can feel the soft touch, but if you want to hold it tightly, you can only grasp the blank.

"It's just magic power, you can't catch it." Sherlock squinted his eyes, and carefully scanned the light around him, speaking in a calm and relaxed manner, but twisted his hands behind his back, trying to restrain himself from making useless touches.

Draco had already dragged William up to the second floor, into the president's office where he had been.Sherlock looked sideways at Watson, who was only interested in marveling at the magic, and didn't notice the gaze from around him at all.

Sherlock opened his mouth, wanting to take advantage of Watson's good mood to try to get forgiveness again, but he was afraid that he would say that he missed it and make Watson unhappy again.

"John..." He struggled for a long time before speaking, his voice was so soft that he didn't want Watson to hear him at all.

However, in this empty building, even the slightest movement can be amplified, and the echo repeats in the ears.Watson quickly turned around and asked him what was the matter with his eyes. Sherlock held it in half, unable to form a sentence at all what he wanted to say. In the end, he could only shake his head and signaled that he was fine.

The four of them had their own concerns, and no one cared that there was a pair of prying eyes watching them in this quiet alley.

Diagonally opposite the dilapidated building of the Prophet, a dilapidated hotel room had its windows open. Moriarty stood there looking at the open door of the dilapidated building from a distance, his eyes gleaming with excitement.

When he thought he regretted not seeing Sherlock in a short time, he actually saw an "old friend" in the magic world.He actually forgot that Sherlock had a close relationship with William Schiller, how could he refuse the temptation of the wizarding world!

How interesting, in London, he is the villain who creates a series of cases. Sherlock obviously enjoys the game of his layout, but he will always put himself on the side of justice and occupy a place in the boring world of ordinary people.But in the magical world, their positions are completely reversed. Criminals become helpers of the Ministry of Magic, and detectives and dark wizards have a close friendship.

If a new duel starts here, who will lose and who will win between them?

Moriarty was lying on the window sill, looking at the peaceful and dilapidated Diagon Alley with a smile, his eyes full of anticipation that the world would not be chaotic.

This place is about to usher in a new life, and it is also about to usher in a melee hidden in the dark. If Sherlock can join the new round of games before everything starts, it will definitely be more interesting.

Moriarty's eyes fell on the dirty window opposite.Behind the thick dust, Watson could be seen vaguely.

"I've caught you." He stretched out his hand and gently held it in Watson's direction, as if grabbing Sherlock's exposed little tail.