Will stood in the crowd without speaking, for he was currently pondering the direction of Felix Felicis, and he admitted that he truly could not manage to go and mourn with Black and Harry right now.
At most, he could only offer a silent tribute.
Regulus's funeral concluded, and Will and Harry were brought back to Hogwarts by Dumbledore; as for the Horcrux, it had already been handed over to Dumbledore by Kreacher on the orders of Sirius.
Naturally, Kreacher was also extremely willing after learning it was meant to deal with Voldemort—after all, Regulus's death had a direct connection to Voldemort.
Time passed quickly, and in the blink of an eye, several days had already gone by; in mid-March, the Scottish Highlands began to warm up, and speckled little flowers had already bloomed.
"Hello there, Will, you haven't been to see the Thestral in a long time." By the Black Lake, Hagrid greeted Will.
"Ah, Hagrid, hello; I've been rather busy lately with some research in the field of Potions." Will returned Hagrid's greeting.
"Don't immerse yourself too deeply in your studies, and besides, that area over there is the activity range of Durmstrang, you'd best go there less—they aren't easy people to deal with," Hagrid reminded him. "Even though your strength is good, Durmstrang's upper-year students all study Dark Magic, so be careful."
"Of course, Hagrid, thanks for the reminder." Will watched as Hagrid walked away, his figure shifting like ripples in water as he walked right up beside the Durmstrang Ship.
Near the Durmstrang Ship stood a tree, and beneath the tree stood a man—their headmaster, Karkaroff.
Karkaroff looked a little listless at the moment, staring dazedly at Hogwarts Castle in the distance, not knowing what he was thinking.
"Alright, let's go."
A voice yanked his