Far away at Hogwarts, Will had no idea Voldemort had sent someone to Little Hangleton. But for Will, knowing or not knowing no longer mattered much.
Old Riddle's ashes had already scattered on the wind. Even setting aside the odds of pulling off an "ashes, come here" trick with the Summoning Charm, the spell had a limited range. Just look at Neville: sometimes Trevor was too far away to come flying back.
Besides, in magic, bones and ashes were distinct in a mystical sense. Some Dark Magic or curse rituals even distinguished between living bone—fresh bone—dead bone, old bone, crushed bone, bone fragments, and ashes. The more advanced the ritual, the more those details mattered.
The ritual to resurrect Voldemort could hardly be called true rebirth, but it could create a new, powerful body. That made it a top-tier Dark Magic ritual, and one that demanded particular care with the details.
If Will hadn't known that, he would have thrown Old Riddle's ashes into a vat of sulfuric acid long ago.
With that thought, Will stirred the Felix Felicis. Once he was sure everything was fine, he went downstairs for dinner.
"Let's go." Will opened the door to the Potion Room. Sylvia was sitting in the Room of Requirement's drawing room. When she saw him, she slipped her arm through his with a gentle smile, and they headed downstairs to the dining room.
They had been like this lately. Whenever Will was busy, Sylvia would stay quietly beside him or study, never demanding more of his time.
Dinner was as lavish as ever. One benefit of the Triwizard Tournament was that the kitchens had added quite a few dishes. After their main course, they shared a French pudding, and Sylvia suddenly asked him a question.
"Are you busy tonight?"
"Hmm...