[Comprehensive] The Wizard and the Fugitive

Pansy took William and Draco around the Zabini manor, and no one mentioned the gift again, as if they were just here to visit the manor.

"What's going on?" Draco asked in William's ear, confused.

Everyone is weird today, Blaise always avoids eye contact with him, as if he has done something guilty.Pan Xi didn't follow the words, and suddenly went from inexplicable excitement to inexplicable anxiety.Sherlock was uncharacteristically silent.Watson was probably the only one who made sense, but it could be seen that this was because he had just recovered from the hypnosis and hadn't tuned in to the other three.

In addition, there was something wrong with William. He acted as if he hadn't noticed Pansy's obvious "conspiracy." He even walked around the Zabini Manor cooperatively, as if there was a gift waiting for him to unwrap.

Draco couldn't help but glanced at William several times, only to find out that the corners of William's lips curled up were actually hiding evil intentions.

Sure enough, he missed something that everyone was aware of!

Draco glared at William, signaling that whatever it was, tell him first.William shook his head, lowered his voice and said firmly in his ear: "Don't say it! I don't want to spoil this surprise."

Draco raised an eyebrow, "Surprise?"

"You'll find out later." William shrugged, decisively ended the topic, and continued to ask Pansy about various antiques in the manor, forcing her to temporarily act as a "tour guide". Can be led by the nose.

They worked like this for nearly an hour, and William was finally willing to restrain his performance and stop tormenting.

"It's time to go back, the three of them are probably still waiting for us." William suggested.Pansy nodded immediately, and breathed a sigh of relief. Finally, she didn't have to rack her brains to make up stories about those decorations in the Zabini Manor that she had never cared about.

"Can we talk about it now?" The three of them sauntered back under William's deliberately slow pace, and Draco leaned into William's ear again and asked, "What's the surprise?"

William smiled, pointed to the front, and motioned for him to listen.

They had already circled the Zabini Manor, and now they passed through a not very long corridor, and were about to return to the entrance of the hall, so they could already hear Sherlock's exaggerated aria inside.Draco couldn't help frowning, his expression getting more and more weird.No matter how much he suspected, what he actually heard proved to him that Sherlock was... um, confessing?

"Is this the so-called surprise?" Draco looked disapproving, but his footsteps betrayed his desire to gossip, and ran to the door quickly.

William fell behind, looked at him with a smile, and then suddenly turned to face Pansy, his amber eyes instantly locked on Pansy's avoiding sight, and asked with a smile still: "Your face doesn't look very good, do you?" Comfortable?"

He looked at Pansy with a gentle gaze, but the Slytherin girl somehow felt an invisible pressure that thinned the surrounding air, causing her heart to sink unconsciously.

"No, no! No. I'm just, I'm curious too...Merlin! What the hell happened!" Pansy was startled, and quickly changed her serious expression, and performed the most embarrassing scene she had seen in more than ten years. Hands and feet rushed forward with Draco.

The gaze from the dark wizard still followed, a casual warning in it, enough for Pansy to realize that he had stepped on William's boundary.She ran into the hall, leaned her back against the wall, and patted her chest with one hand to calm down her pounding heartbeat. She had already deeply realized that potions were definitely not something that could be used to joke with William.

In the hall, Sherlock was wrapping Watson in the corner of the sofa, hugging him tightly like a sloth, leaning on him intoxicated, no matter how hard Watson struggled, he would not let go.And judging from Sherlock's enjoyment expression, his high IQ has been temporarily on strike at this time, and he can't tell the difference between struggling with all his strength and wanting to refuse and return.

Draco stopped at the door, his heart of gossip was so shocked that he could only stare at the weird scene in front of him in a daze.

"Merlin! What's going on here?" He looked at Bryce, the only spectator who stayed here, but the other party shrugged in confusion, without explaining.

William had already wandered in slowly, and glanced at Blaise with a half-smile, causing him to immediately look away guiltily, staring intently at the two entangled Muggles, as if those two were performing some unmissable classic repertoire.

However, he didn't need to bother to explain, and before Draco asked again, Sherlock had already answered the question with actions.

"Dear John," the detective, who has always lacked emotional intelligence, stared intently at his cohabitant, just like the affectionate hero in a prime-time soap opera: "I have expressed my most sincere feelings to you, and now it is your turn gone."

"What!" Draco was stunned, and blurted out at the same time as Watson, who was devastated. "Merlin! Can someone explain it!" He glared at Blaise, gesturing for him to speak.

Blaise looked tangled, and could only briefly explain what happened just now.

The magic of the God of Love potion is that it can make people express their true feelings unconsciously. It is impossible for people who drink the potion to realize that something is wrong with them before the effect of the potion wears off.

The same is true of Sherlock, every word he said is from the heart, which means that his way of confession is also very fresh and refined.

"If I understand correctly," Blaise said, "he just used several mathematical formulas to express his deep feelings for Watson."

"No! It's love!" Sherlock, who temporarily lost his mind, still retained his keen sense of hearing, took the time to raise his head, and retorted loudly with a serious face.After shouting, he continued to change back to his sweet smile, stared at Watson, and waited for his response.

"I see, can you let me get up first?" Watson crouched in the corner, and couldn't help but cover his face under the watchful eyes of several wizards, deeply feeling that today's bloody plot has made him lose face for the first half of his life. Lost all at once.

"I hope to be closer to you," Sherlock looked at him seriously, and said seriously, "Don't you like it?"

"..." Watson took a deep breath, persuaded himself to calm down again, and followed Sherlock's thinking: "Sherlock, since you think you like me, you should listen to me, right?"

Sherlock nodded, and corrected at the same time: "My feelings for you are serious, not just ambiguous feelings."

Watson, who missed the Eros potion project, still only thinks that Sherlock's current reaction is because he ate the wrong things from the magic world. Therefore, whether it is facing a long confession or a serious correction, he is always perfunctory and indifferent. collapsed,

He rolled his eyes and pushed Sherlock's chest: "I see, you are serious, so can you listen to me first and let me get up?"

Sherlock thought for a while, then loosened his hands hesitantly, but quickly re-encircled Watson.

"What's the matter!" Watson was helpless.