[Comprehensive] The Wizard and the Fugitive

The death of ex-minister Kingsley has cast a pebble in the murky waters of Britain's wizarding world, causing weak waves.There is no evidence that his death was of unnatural causes, so it is logical that his death was attributed to heart problems caused by excessive emotions.Obviously, the result of the trial greatly exceeded his acceptable range, which made him unbearable.

When the news spread throughout the UK, the culprit William was lying comfortably on the big bed in the bedroom of Malfoy Manor, admiring the things Draco had brought back from the Merlin Group.

Those are two exquisite and expensive men's rings.Under the sunlight, the emeralds inlaid in it shone with pure light, hitting William's pupils.

William held the ring lower, rubbing against the grain on the silver band.Carefully identify those obscure patterns, it is the abbreviation of his and Draco's names.

There was a boy's brisk footsteps outside the door, and William broke free from his thoughts in an instant. He used the floating spell to return the ring to the drawer, hid it as it was, and then picked up the book, pretending to read it.

"You are here." Draco opened the door and came in, smiled at him, not aware of anything wrong, and excitedly slapped today's newspaper in front of William: "Look at this!"

"Kingsley is dead." William glanced at the huge news headline and nodded lightly, expressing his understanding.He coughed, then got up and poured water, and quickly put back the ornaments that he had forgotten to put back.

Draco turned the newspaper to the back page: "There is still Hermione's report today. Look! She acted too exaggeratedly, crying so sadly, I'm afraid others won't see the hypocrisy."

William turned and walked to Draco, took the newspaper away from his hand, and threw it aside: "I don't think we can always let those Gryffindors take up our time."

"What?" The boy who was still immersed in excitement blinked his eyes blankly.William laughed and pulled him out of the bedroom.

The fight with Gryffindor is coming to an end, and the following things will continue according to the established track without their promotion.Harry Potter's reputation combined with the promotion of public opinion circles meant that he would be able to ascend to a high position without much effort, no matter whether he was really suitable for that position or not.For most people, it's easier to put their trust in him than it is in anyone else.

There was no need for Draco's energy to continue to be spent on irrelevant people, and the surprise that he was already secretly planning for William was the best proof.

"We haven't been out together for a long time." William said, holding Draco's hand and walking out of the bedroom together: "Since there is nothing wrong with the Ministry of Magic recently, why don't we relax?"

"Where are you going?" Draco raised his eyebrows and asked obediently being led forward.

"London," William replied.

The portraits in the hallway watched the two walk hand in hand, whispering together, about how their trip to London would make Lucius jump in anger when word of it reached the back room upstairs.Of course, no matter what Lucius, who has become a portrait, thinks, William and Draco have already run away, and he can't control what William will do. The portraits at home have already seen this very clearly .

It happened to be noon when the two arrived in London, so they first found a restaurant for lunch, and then started wandering in a random direction.They have lived in London for more than a year, but it is the first time that they spend time shopping seriously.

Because it was a weekday, most of the Muggles passing by them were in a hurry and walked fast, as if they were being chased.Draco was holding the ice cream, and his leisurely and calm look was simply hateful, attracting every Muggle who passed by.

"I really like the way they look at me," Draco said with a smile, slurring his mouth with food.

William turned to look at him, and wiped the ice cream from the corner of his mouth for him.Draco watched as he moved his finger, which was stained with white liquid, to his mouth, and the tip of his tongue lightly brushed over it. He couldn't help turning his face away, and pursed his lower lip uncomfortably.

"why?"

The two walked forward in silence for a while, and William suddenly asked.Draco looked back blankly: "Why?"

William pouted to the Muggles passing by them: "You just said you liked the way they looked at you."

"Oh..." Draco smiled: "Because it's very interesting, it reminds me of my time at Hogwarts."

They turned from the main street into the small park and walked through the winding green shade.

At this time, the people who pass the time here are old people and children, and the air is full of leisure and happiness.They saw several elderly couples accompanying each other quietly, with the same tranquility and happiness on their faces imprinted by the years.

The picture here is so beautiful, Draco involuntarily put his hand into his pocket, only to realize with regret that he didn't take the ring with him, but hid it in a drawer in the manor.

"Draco!"

William was calling him, Draco turned around, only to realize that he had run away at some point, and was waving to this side more than ten meters away.

He smiled, put one hand in his pocket like this, and walked slowly to William.The two looked at each other and smiled, looking at each other.William suddenly took out a small bouquet of roses from behind, bent slightly and sent it to Draco.The magically nourished flowers are more delicate than those in the Muggle flower shop, looking forward to Draco's attention.

The boy raised his eyebrows, took the bouquet, and said suspiciously: "Isn't this a marriage proposal?"

This was an unexpected conjecture, William saw Draco pretending to be calm but pricking up his ears nervously waiting for the answer, suppressed the smile on the corner of his mouth, regretfully said: "Sorry, I haven't prepared the ring yet. "

"No! Don't be sorry!" Draco said immediately.As if aware of his overly eager tone, he paused, quickly calmed himself down, raised his chin, and continued slowly: "We don't need to be too anxious, Potter hasn't even taken the position of minister yet." .”

William looked at him with raised eyebrows, and said deliberately: "Is this implying that I will propose marriage when the minister changes?"

"I didn't!" Draco glared at William: "I didn't hint at anything."

"Okay, I was thinking too much." William said with a smile, and immediately made a concession.Looking at the boy's distressed expression, he still couldn't hold back the corners of his mouth, so he had no choice but to turn sideways to hide his overly obvious expression.

"What are you laughing at?" Draco frowned, staring at William warily.

"It's nothing, I just saw two cute children." William casually pointed to the two children who piled sand together not far away.Draco glanced suspiciously, then looked at William, who immediately added, "They remind me of Hope."

Draco nodded, then raised his chin proudly and announced, "Hope is much cuter than them."

"Yes." William smiled and couldn't help rubbing the boy's soft hair.