[Comprehensive] The Wizard and the Fugitive

William's movements were fast, coupled with the cover of the ignore spell, no one noticed the small movements of his hands.Pansy was still racking his brains to think of something in the Zabini Manor that could be used as a gift for the children without being perfunctory, and he had already taken the initiative to pull Draco up.

He could only jump into the hole he dug by himself, and Pansy stood up slowly and took Draco and William away. He didn't seem to be leading the way for the guests, but instead looked frustrated as if he was being escorted.

As soon as the three of them left, Blaise immediately pulled out his wand, making the cup of tea in front of William's place disappear without a trace, and he was greatly relieved.

Sherlock raised his eyebrows and looked at him: "Are you afraid of William?"

Blaise shook his head: "William won't do anything to me. Being Draco's good friend is equivalent to having a gold medal in front of him."

"Then why are you nervous?"

"Because Draco would never like this prank!" Blaise said with a tangled face.

Young Master Malfoy seems to show off everything, but in fact, if you think about it carefully, you will find that what he shows off is basically material things, and he rarely reveals his life.No one could get personal information out of him unless he wanted to.This can probably be regarded as one of the few successful teachings by Mr. Malfoy.

But now, Pan Xifei wants to be curious about Draco's love life, and wants to watch William's confession scene directly through the potion...

He sighed and waved his hand to Sherlock: "You won't understand, if Draco is really angry, it will definitely be a disaster!"

"I think he has a good temper," said Watson. "Of course, he has a little temper at times, but it's not annoying."

Have a good temper?Blaise looked at Watson in horror, and silently lamented that the appearance of William really changed Draco a lot.Knowing Draco for so many years, this is the first time he has heard someone comment that Draco has a good temper, and the person who said that is still a Muggle!

But Watson is obviously the only one who thinks that Draco has a good temper. Sherlock, who has seen through Draco's true character, didn't speak, but raised his eyebrows in disapproval, with a look of "you're kidding" expression.

Watson didn't see his movement, and turned to him for support: "Sherlock, what do you think?"

Sherlock, who was suddenly named, pursed his lips, quickly restrained his expression, and nodded ambiguously. He was inexplicably unable to say what he was complaining about, so he could only take a sip of black tea to cover up his unnaturalness.

"Ahem!" The strange sweet taste of black tea made him frown: "What is this?"

"Tea." Blaise answered without energy.

Sherlock put the cup back on the table in disgust, and pushed it away: "Is everything in the wizarding world so weird?"

Blaise smiled: "This was prepared by Pansy himself. Do you really expect any good taste?"

Sherlock shook his head, his whole face wrinkled into a ball, and he kept rubbing his chest, feeling an inexplicable fire burning more and more intensely, making him eager to find an outlet to vent his unknown emotions.

"Something's wrong..." He coughed hard, his face turned red.This appearance was obviously not caused by a cup of tea with a strange taste, Watson became nervous, sat next to Sherlock, asked him eagerly how he was feeling, and shouted at Blaise: "Can't you think of a way? "

"Okay, let me see." Blaise had no choice but to come over obediently.Until he picked up the cup of black tea on the table, he still thought that Sherlock was just stimulated by Pansy's craftsmanship.

"In my opinion, he just has a too delicate tongue." Blaise said and threw several detection magics at Sherlock, but he didn't find any problems with his health. "It's nothing, just wait until he recovers." He casually picked up the teacup on the table and smelled it, but this act that seemed to him purely superfluous made him froze suddenly.

The sweet and greasy taste of the Eros potion rushed into the nostrils clearly, Blaise held his breath reflexively, and belatedly realized what happened to Sherlock.

He glanced at the cup of tea in front of William's place, then at the cup in his hand that had been tampered with by Pan Xi, and couldn't help but wry smile.At their level, they still want to plot against William!Well now, the plan was disrupted, and the person who should have drunk the potion left early, but Sherlock suffered an indiscriminate disaster.

Blaise put the cup back to its original position with a guilty conscience, waved his wand quietly behind his back, and quietly replaced the tea mixed with the potion.

"What's the matter with him?" Watson asked eagerly.

Blaise rubbed his nose and said perfunctorily, "It's nothing, probably things in the wizarding world are not suitable for Muggles."

"Probably?" Watson unconsciously raised his voice and almost yelled.

The honest man's angry posture startled Blaise, and he couldn't help taking a step back, explaining carefully: "It's really fine, it will be fine in an hour."

"Did you already know something?"

Watson approached Blaise and asked suspiciously, but before he could take the second step, Sherlock suddenly grabbed his arm and kept him firmly by his side.Watson tried to move, and Sherlock's hand followed suit, resolutely refusing to let go, but he still had a serious expression on his face, pretending that everything was normal.

"Sherlock?" Watson called him softly, for fear that he already felt that Bodhidharma was uncomfortable.Sherlock, however, was not in physical pain as he thought.In fact, the detective at the moment just feels overpowered, as if ready to run a marathon at any moment.

"John." He took Watson's arm and pulled him to sit beside him.

Watson didn't dare to break free, so he could only obediently let him pull him, and asked nervously, "I'm here, do you want to talk about how you feel now?"

Sherlock opened his mouth, but before he could say anything, his eyes suddenly stopped when they fell on Watson's face, and he gradually became confused: "You look different from usual."

Watson looked puzzled: "What?"

"I just found out today, John, you are so perfect!" The confusion in Sherlock's eyes gradually faded away, replaced by obsession, and his body slowly moved closer, forcing Watson to back up until he sank into the corner of the sofa.

"Hey! Wake up!"

Watson pushed Sherlock, but instead of pushing him, he was grabbed by the hand and held firmly.

"Sherlock Holmes!" he roared.Sherlock smiled sweetly, as if he had just been gently called by his lover.

"Merlin's stockings..." Blaise silently narrowed his sense of existence, hugged his arms, and watched Sherlock and Watson entangled from afar.

He never thought that a prank would lead to the current situation.Now that I think about it, maybe William's exchange of the added black tea for Sherlock was not a random thing in the first place!