[Comprehensive] The Wizard and the Fugitive

Watson didn't give Sherlock a chance to continue pestering, he just shook his sleeves and strode away angrily.Draco and William were the only two pure spectators left in the room, witnessing Sherlock's expression gradually changing from astonishment and disbelief to disappointment and aggrieved, he nestled into the corner of the sofa by himself, as if he couldn't understand why Watson would "go against his will" "The rejection of myself.

"He's too shy." After a moment of silence, Sherlock said so, nodded emphatically, and repeated: "Too shy!"

Draco sat down beside him and asked curiously, "How did you come to this conclusion?"

Sherlock raised his chin as a matter of course, and said proudly: "Of course it's because I know who he cares about. For him, a girlfriend is definitely not as important as me. You see, if I don't say it today, Can any of you see that he broke up? He didn't feel sad about being dumped at all!"

So, he was the one who got dumped?Draco raised his eyebrows and thought, and at the same time regretted that Watson had already left first, and did not hear Sherlock's spared no effort to break the news.

The detective who was still immersed in his own world seemed completely unaware of what he said again. After answering Draco's question, his complacent expression didn't last long, and he frowned again, muttering to himself: "John is so shy, which is cute, but not willing to admit his feelings for me is a bit troublesome..."

Sherlock was in a headache, and Draco was also thinking hard, trying to find a causal relationship between Watson's reluctance to admit his feelings for Sherlock because of his shyness, and Watson's girlfriend.He raised his head to look at William, and William spread his hands, expressing that his thinking might not be able to keep up with Sherlock, and there was nothing he could do to help.

"Well, I wish you well." Draco finally gave up trying to understand Sherlock's way of thinking, patted him on the shoulder perfunctorily, made a cheering gesture to him, and got up to leave.

"Where are you going?" Sherlock asked.

Draco shrugged, "Let's go out."

"No, you have to help me!" Sherlock hurriedly grabbed him, and Draco's white wrist was pinched red immediately with uncontrollable force.

He didn't pay attention to what he did because of his lack of reason. William, who was next to him, frowned, walked over silently, grabbed Sherlock's wrist, and let him let go easily.

"You are the person who knows John best, and only you know how to make him change his mind. Even if we stay, we can't help you. Think about it yourself, we support you mentally." He pulled Draco to his side, He also patted Sherlock on the shoulder, turned and left, leaving him sitting in the huge living room with a tangled face, staring at the hundred-year-old antiques in Zabini's house.

The Eros Potion has a 4-hour effect, so don't even think about taking Sherlock away before the afternoon.Draco didn't want to spend all his time listening to Sherlock's solo lyric, and decided to take William around the Zabini's estate.Although this place is a little worse than Malfoy Manor, it also has the background of a pure-blood family that is one of the best in the British magic world.

Of course, Blaise never admitted that Zabini Manor was worse than Malfoy Manor.Especially now that Malfoy Manor is still deserted and the owner of Zabini Manor has returned, Blaise is even more unwilling to accept Draco's unilateral scoring.

The two walked through the hallway, and Draco greeted several portrait ancestors of the Blaise family along the way.William followed behind with a calm expression all the time, just nodded at them very simply, and didn't show the respect of a junior like he did at Malfoy's house.

A portrait is just a portrait, no matter how long the history is, it is just an object, not to mention that even if the people in these portraits are still alive, they may not be qualified to stand with him.

They left the villa and entered the deserted garden.Draco heaved a long sigh of relief, finally he didn't have to deal with those portraits who still lived in the social etiquette of a hundred years ago.

"Are you feeling better?" William asked.

"Of course! I hate dealing with portraits, they talk too much sometimes!" Draco rolled his eyes and complained impatiently.

William smiled: "I mean here. Is the potion useful?" He reached out to touch Draco's forehead, detecting the magic coming out of his palm, and flowing into Draco's temple with a little gentle healing power Body.

The boy stopped obediently, with his forehead pressed against William's palm, but his eyebrows were furrowed exaggeratedly, with an unhappy expression on his face: "Don't mention it! I don't want to recall it now!"

William withdrew his hand and smiled helplessly: "Okay, but the magic told me that you are getting better, so I will continue to brew that medicine."

"You're kidding!" Draco's eyes widened for a moment, as if William had said some explosive news in an understatement, instead of just talking about a potion.

"You must get better." William didn't back down, stroking Draco's side gently, smiling patiently: "I hope to see you get better."

Draco raised his eyebrows: "Otherwise you don't like me?"

William laughed and shook his head: "Of course not, but I will be very disappointed. Because I caused you to have sequelae, and I can't restore you to health."

His words made Draco's relaxed and teasing expression serious: "The memory magic is what I asked for, and it has nothing to do with you."

"Yes, but I can choose to decline."

William's expression was serious, obviously he didn't say that intentionally to persuade Draco to accept the potion.Draco was speechless and didn't know how to refute. In the end, he could only compromise with his head on William's chest, tugging at his suit jacket ventingly, and moaning to express his dissatisfaction.

William raised the corners of his mouth, naturally wrapped his arms around the boy's waist, and patted his back to comfort him, but he never mentioned the matter of giving up the potion.

Subtle footsteps came from the other side of the corridor in the garden, Draco quickly came out of William's arms, and returned to the appearance that Master Malfoy should have. No one would have noticed that he was still in the arms of his fiancé a few seconds ago Li acted like a baby.

He turned sideways, ignoring William's teasing gaze, and watched Watson lower his head depressedly, and the man walked over slowly.

At this moment, Watson was not as angry as when he rushed out of the gate just now, but listless, looking as if he had fallen into chaos.

"Hey!" Draco yelled, lifting his chin.Watson raised his head in a daze, only to realize that he had wandered into the garden at some point.

"Why are you here? Where's Sherlock?" He asked reflexively, then frowned, and added unnaturally: "I didn't want to ask him."

"He's still inside, probably thinking about how to get you to change your mind and accept his confession." William replied very caringly as if he didn't hear his pale remedies.

"I didn't want to ask him!" Watson emphasized again, this time he emphasized his tone, glaring at William with a particularly imposing manner.

However, no matter how hard a gentle doctor tries, he is still inferior to the strongest dark wizard in Europe in terms of aura. William just licked the corner of his mouth at him, and nodded like a stubborn rebellious child: "Of course you didn't ask." , I'm just saying."

He was so perfunctory that Watson couldn't convince himself to take his words seriously, put his head in his hands, and cried out in pain: "God! I really don't understand why all of you think that I and What does he have!"

Draco suppressed a smile: "Maybe you should think about it, when everyone thinks so, is everyone wrong, or is it just you who don't want to face it?"

Seeing Watson's firm expression of "I'm straight", he deliberately tilted his head and kissed William on the lips.

"Do you feel sick?"

"Of course not!" Watson said naturally, and then with a horrified expression, he squatted on the ground and hugged his head.

"God! Did I... oh! God..."