Pleasant times always passed quickly, and as the hour grew late in the night, Will's figure shimmered like ripples of water and faded away as he left the Durmstrang Ship.
Inside an office on the ship, Karkaroff stared at a few bone fragments on the floor with a gloomy expression.
The bone spurs on Karkaroff's hand had already been treated, and Will had even grown quite interested in the "bone-stripping and tendon-drawing" arts of Durmstrang, truly befitting a school that specialized in Dark Magic.
Karkaroff was extremely displeased right now—even if Will was the Dark Lord's disciple, and even if his strength was formidable, treating him like this was simply going too far.
Although he did not know why Will kept staring at him and sketching and writing, that look as if he were watching a guinea pig filled him with utter disgust.
Karkaroff considered himself not a person of overly strong self-esteem, but years of holding a high position had long made it impossible for him to endure such an insult. If Will insisted on acting this way, he would not mind exposing Will's true identity.
If Dumbledore learned that Will was actually Voldemort's disciple, it was likely Will wouldn't meet a good end—Karkaroff thought with malice.
As long as he was neat and clean about his actions, no one would ever know.
Will did not yet know what Karkaroff wanted to do, and if he did, he would likely only smile.
Will was not conducting any excessive research, because the first step of Felix Felicis Transmutation was studying the magic structure of the potion inside the human body. This step was primarily observation, and once the transfiguration began and he experimented with charms on Karkaroff, that would truly be his day of suffering.
Will breathed in the crisp