[Comprehensive] The Wizard and the Fugitive

In the middle of the night, Blaise's drowsiness was completely overwhelmed by the potion in Pansy's hand.Even Sherlock, who was immersed in irritability, took the time to look at the thing Pansy was holding, and already guessed some subtle meanings from its name.

"What are you doing?" Blaise asked in a panic, reaching out to snatch the thing, but Pansy easily dodged it.

Pansy smiled: "Aren't you really curious?"

"Curious what?"

"How did William Schiller fall in love." Pansy said with interest.

Both William and Draco are not people who like to discuss privacy, no matter how curious she is about what these two people have been through, she can't make up words.Of course, it would be much easier with some potions.

"Because you are curious about how he fell in love, so you want to give him a love potion?" Blaise broke down: "Baby, you are already married!"

Pansy rolled her eyes: "I thought you were wrong just now! I know your Potions are not good, but it's not that you can't recognize Love Potion and Eros Potion."

Among the many love potions in the magic world, the Potion of God of Love can be said to be the mildest one. Its function is only to make the wizard unable to control himself and express his love to the person he likes.Most young people who can't muster up the courage to confess love this potion very much, so as not to be stupid in front of their gods and goddesses.

Pansy stopped hiding and threw the bottle directly at Blaise: "Look carefully at what this is!"

Blaise caught the bottle in a hurry, and the pink liquid inside was faintly fluorescent, exuding a faint fragrance of peach blossoms.It didn't feel like a potion, but like rouge on a girl's dressing table.

Well, this kind of pink to shimmering color really shouldn't be in the love potion, Blaise thought, relieved, and returned the bottle to Pansy.

"I still don't think it's a good idea," he said, trying to get Pansy to stop thinking about it.William wouldn't like being tricked by potions, and even if they were friends with Draco, it was a little too much.

Before Pansy could answer, Sherlock, who had been silently by Watson's side all this time, suddenly interjected, "Do you two still remember that there is a patient here?"

"Of course." Pansy immediately put Blaise's question behind her and devoted herself to Watson's treatment.She stuffed the bottle of pink potion back into her pocket.

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220 Baker Street.

William didn't know that the Slytherin children were plotting against him ignorantly. At this moment, he was sitting opposite Draco in the living room, silently facing the crystal bottle on the table.

The contents of this bottle are also potions, but it smells very strange and disgusting, and the color is gray, making it difficult to swallow no matter how you look at it.

Draco stared at the potion dumbfounded, looking a little dazed.

"You said it was... for me?" He murmured, he didn't seem to be doubting the ownership of a bottle of potion, but he was already doubting life.

William nodded stiffly, hands on his knees, sitting upright looking at the tip of Draco's nose, avoiding eye contact.

"It can treat your sequelae." William said, pointing to Draco's head, his fingers quickly retracted, and continued to be placed on his knees, sitting upright.

Draco glanced at the potions on the table again, his brow furrowing.

William touched his nose: "It's good for you, though, it's a bit ugly."

"I think I'm fine," Draco said dryly.

"Obviously you don't understand your situation," William retorted.

"I can wait for you to find a good way."

"I'm afraid there is only this way in a short time."

"Then I'll wait." Draco shrugged and said brokenly.Asking him to drink the contents of this bottle would be better than killing him directly.

One can imagine how long the strange smell lingering at the tip of his nose will stay in his mouth once he drinks this bottle of potion, it will definitely ruin his appetite for the next month!

However, this time William did not intend to pamper him: "Your situation is not good. Today Kingsley wants to deal with you from your sequelae, and tomorrow it may be replaced by someone else. Only by curing it can you be safe .”

"But this stuff is useful?" Draco looked closer at the potion in disbelief, but he came into contact with the smell in the bottle at close range, and he bounced away quickly, covering his nose and hiding deeply in the sofa.

terrible!He had to be forced to drink this kind of thing!

Draco stared at William accusingly, but William had the foresight to avoid eye contact all the time, just by not looking at him, successfully avoiding all possible soft-heartedness.

"I don't know if it works," William said, "but the prescription was told to me by the portrait of the ancestor of the Malfoy family, and he will definitely not harm you."

Draco nodded, agreeing with William's opinion, but his body moved in the opposite direction little by little, waiting for the right time to escape.

"How about a month's worth of desserts in exchange for you drinking it?" William pretended not to see Draco's movements, and proposed a tempting deal.Draco paused for a moment, then continued to move slowly away.

What are you kidding?If he really drank this potion, he might not be able to taste the taste of dessert within a month.

He made up his mind to refuse to cooperate, William sighed, took back the crystal bottle on the table, held it in his hand and rubbed it gently.Draco watched with wide eyes, expecting him to let go, to throw the damn thing away.

"Really don't want to drink?" William asked for the last time.

Draco shook his head frantically, determined not to drink.

"Okay." William took a deep breath, quickly opened the bottle cap, and poured all the potion into his mouth.Draco watched this scene in horror, before he could react, he was pulled over by William.

The two of them fell on the sofa together, and William flipped over lightly, pinning Draco under him, with their lips touching.The unbearable potion was forced into Draco's mouth by William. Draco wanted to avoid it, but his lower lip was bitten, his tongue was entangled, and he was finally forced to swallow the potion.

"William Schiller!" As soon as William let go, Draco jumped up and shouted angrily, coughing hard, as if he could spit out what he had swallowed.

The goal has been achieved, William relaxed, watched Draco with a smile after losing his temper, rushed all the way into the kitchen, and poured himself three glasses of water.

"Don't you feel it?" Draco turned his head and stared at William accusingly, but what he said actually cared about him.

William shook his head lightly: "It's okay, but the taste is a bit strange."

"It's kind of weird?" Draco couldn't help but rolled his eyes at the description, and couldn't figure out how William judged the taste.As a good cook, shouldn't his tongue be more sensitive!

It's a pity that William couldn't understand his doubts. As a famous dark wizard, William didn't know how many strange potions he had made, and he tried many of them himself, so he really didn't think this potion was so weird that it was unbearable the point.