Will felt helpless. Two old men had struck a deal, and somehow he had been dragged into it.
"So you won't let me resign, will you?" Will took a fierce bite of cake.
"Gellert says you can discuss it with him the next time you see him. He'll talk you out of resigning." Dumbledore spread his hands. "I'm not stopping you from resigning. In fact, Draco would be a fine choice too, wouldn't he?"
"Are all of Slytherin's important posts going to Double Agents? Interesting." After that jab, Will asked about Grindelwald. "When are we going to see Professor Grindelwald?"
"In a few days. The weekend of the first or second week, perhaps. I still have a number of matters to deal with, so I really don't have time at the moment. You know, the Order of the Phoenix needs to 'hunt down its spy.'"
Dumbledore was referring to the aftermath of Harry's relocation. He wanted Voldemort to believe that a spy had threatened the Order of the Phoenix and Harry, forcing them to begin an internal purge.
That was precisely why Voldemort had told Will to lie low.
"All right. I'm looking forward to hearing what Professor Grindelwald has to say." Will stroked Fawkes with a helpless sigh. "I'd better get back and rest. I have classes tomorrow."
"Good night, Will." Dumbledore clapped his hands. "Fawkes, old friend, stop clinging to Will. He needs his rest."
Fawkes rubbed against Will a few more times before flying off his shoulder.
The next day, Will began his fifth year.
The classes were much the same. Will mostly showed up to be seen; the fifth-year curriculum really wasn't all that important to him.
In subjects like Charms and Transfiguration, he no longer needed what the textbooks taught. He wanted to reach