"That was Professor Dumbledore's idea, too... We discussed it before. He thought we shouldn't tell you and influence your decision.
"But I think you're a child who knows his own mind, so there's no harm in telling you."
Will clicked his tongue. So that was what Dumbledore had in mind: have him follow the same path, professor first, then Headmaster.
No wonder he and Grindelwald were such close friends, such kindred spirits. They had identical plans for Will—both wanted him to learn at their side.
Grindelwald had even asked him to take over the Saints a while back.
Couldn't either of them show a little creativity?
Will nodded. "Well, Professor Flitwick, I'll consider it."
Flitwick couldn't read anything from Will's expression, but he had said all he could. It wasn't as if he could force Will into anything.
Force Will to come back as a professor? The thought felt absurd. Since when did England's foremost school of magic have to resort to that to recruit a professor?
"Anyway, that's everything." Professor Flitwick said no more. He trusted Will to make the best choice.
"Oh, right." Just as Will was about to excuse himself, Professor Flitwick stopped him again.
"Stay for dinner, Will. I made spaghetti."
It was exactly the same spaghetti Will had once made for Professor Flitwick.
After dinner, Will headed toward Snape's office, turning Professor Flitwick's words over in his mind.
Will wasn't opposed to becoming a professor, but it didn't particularly interest him, either. It wasn't part of his plans. He could only hope Dumbledore wouldn't mind when the time came.
After all, he intended to forge his own path by combining Dumbledore's and Grindelwald's methods. There was no guarantee Dumbledore wouldn't turn on him then.
That was why Will hadn't made a serious effort to get