[Comprehensive] The Wizard and the Fugitive

It was already evening when Draco returned home from Diagon Alley, and Draco went to 221b to pick up Baby Hope. As soon as he entered the house, he saw Denis waiting for him in the living room.

William was nowhere to be seen, and the door of the studio was ajar, and he was supposed to be studying the potion inside again.

"I really want to know who needs to drink that pot of stuff." Draco said with lingering fear, but his expression looked more like schadenfreude.

Deni raised his eyebrows, seeing his ignorant look, guessed that William didn't want to tell him in advance, so that he would be on guard, so he also shut up, pretending that the whole thing had nothing to do with Draco.

He took out the contract that Kingsley had signed today, handed it to Draco, and motioned him to have a look at it first.

"It won't be a problem." Draco put the contract directly on the bookshelf without looking at it.

Deni's identity as an Italian will easily gain the trust of the Ministry of Magic. In addition, as a vampire, he is of course not well-known in the wizarding world. If Kingsley can't find his information, he will think that he is just an ordinary man from the grassroots. The wizard, and then felt relieved to regard him as one of his own.Gryffindor's thinking is very simple. Since they regard him as one of their own, they will never play tricks. Their loyalty is sometimes no worse than that of Hufflepuff.

"The next step, I need you to set up a newspaper first." Draco said: "Diagon Alley is about to start rebuilding, and the Daily Prophet will want to come back sooner or later. You have to establish our newspaper before that, right in the Prophet The original location of the daily newspaper." He thought for a while, and added: "It's best to find a British wizard to do this, and you can control the scene behind the scenes. I have a candidate here, you can try it."

Deni raised his eyebrows unexpectedly: "Do you have any acquaintances in England who are not criminals?"

Draco laughed: "Not an acquaintance, just met a few times before. Rita Skeeter, maybe you've heard of her."

"I'm a vampire." Denis reminded, whether Miss Skeeter was famous in the wizarding world or not, he definitely didn't know.

Draco shrugged indifferently: "In short, this is the person, you can talk to her. If she disagrees, then say three words to her: Beetle."

Denis looked puzzled: "Beetle?"

"Yes," Draco raised the corner of his mouth, "This is a little secret my father told me, and she will agree if you say so."

The door of the studio slid open quietly, and William appeared at the door holding an exquisite crystal bottle. Before he had time to hint to Denis not to pay attention to him, the vampire who was facing him had already looked over reflexively.

Draco followed Deni's gaze and turned his head, and William immediately put his hands behind his back, pretending that he didn't take anything.

"How's the potion?" Draco asked expectantly.

William squeezed the bottle in his hand, and replied calmly: "It will take some time."

Draco looked around the studio curiously, but when he remembered the strange smell he smelled when he entered last time, he could only stop regretfully, and didn't want to torture his sense of smell just because of a little curiosity.

Taking advantage of the fact that the boy's attention was not on him, William quietly put the crystal bottle into his pocket and let out a long sigh of relief.His series of movements were all caught by Denis, so the vampire had to turn his back and cover his mouth so as not to snicker.

William didn't need to be so nervous, not to mention that the potion was originally intended for Draco, even if he didn't want Draco to know the "bad news" for the time being, he could still use the excuse that it was brewed for others, and there was no need to feel guilty about it. The bottle hides.However, he just did so, probably people in love are somewhat stupid, and have lost the ability to think normally in front of Draco.

Deni watched him block the door of the studio, groping behind the back to close the door, and dryly explained his awkward movements: "The smell is very strange."

Probably because he never thought that William would lie to him one day, Draco didn't notice his abnormality at all, and nodded understandingly: "You better go take a shower."

"I think so too." William said as he rushed into the bathroom with a few steps, closing the door with a snap.

"It seems that he really can't bear it for another second." Denis said half-jokingly.Seeing Draco's disapproval of looking over, and obviously complaining about his attitude, Deni almost couldn't help laughing, and it took him a while to recover: "The things have been delivered, so I'll be leaving first."

Draco waved his hand: "Let's go. It's better not to come here in the future. The Ministry of Magic will not guard against you now, but the people in the newspapers are different. They will definitely send someone to watch you."

"Understood." Deni agreed casually, turned around and rolled out No. 220 like a gust of wind.The unique speed of vampires made people on the street think that what just passed was a gust of wind, and they didn't even know who was passing by beside them.

The trip to the wizarding world finally showed signs of breaking the ice between Sherlock and Watson. The detective who had worked hard for this for a long time realized a more terrible news before he had time to be happy for a few days.

Watson disappeared.

There was no Moriarty game this time, no tough cases, and they hadn't even had a run-in with anyone lately.Watson's disappearance is so inexplicable that people don't know where to start looking.

"Did he offend anyone in the clinic?" William asked who came to help after searching around to no avail.

Sherlock shook his head: "I have already asked. John is very popular in the clinic, and he has never had any conflicts with patients. It cannot be a problem with the clinic."

Draco raised his eyebrows: "But you haven't caused any trouble recently, who would follow him?"

There was silence in the room, and after a while, Sherlock finally sighed and had to face an answer he least wanted to face.After eliminating all the impossible, no matter how unreasonable the last option seems, it can only be the correct one.

"There is one person who will stare at me without a reason." He said helplessly, "Do you still remember Moriarty?"

"I remember, you said he was dead," Draco reminded.

"Yes, that's what I thought." Sherlock explained, "But since I'm still alive, Moriarty may not be dead, of course."

Speaking of this old opponent, Sherlock relaxed instead, and was no longer so anxious that he couldn't think.

If it was Moriarty who took Watson away, then at least Watson was safe. The lunatic was targeting him, and Watson was just a decoy.And no matter what Moriarty wants to do, if he really wants to get his cooperation, Watson is obviously not a very wise choice. Protecting him and treating him as a threat is the correct way.

"Are you sure it's him?" Draco frowned and asked unhappily, remembering the days when the Merlin Group had just been established and had to work hard every day, and had to face reporters at the gate of 221b when he came back.

"This is the only possibility left." Sherlock explained dryly.

Draco clicked his tongue. Where there is Moriarty, there are always troubles. He should really be glad that he is about to return to the magic world, and he can no longer stay in London to participate in a new round of games between Moriarty and Sherlock. .

"What now?" William asked.

"We can only wait for the news. He took Watson away, and he will definitely leave me some hints." Sherlock narrowed his eyes, revealing a strong attack for the first time in his eyes.

This was the second time Moriarty had stretched out his hand to Watson, and this time he would let that lunatic know that Watson was not a soft persimmon that he wanted to take advantage of.