At Hogwarts, Will's Laboratory had reopened.
Dumbledore would be away for much of the year, so Will could finally do more experiments.
For Potion Transfiguration, Will planned to focus more of his efforts on the Dream Potion. If he could work backward from a spell to create a potion, he believed he would make great strides in both Potions and Charms.
Most of this batch of Test Subjects would be used for Soul Studies experiments. After all, even Will wasn't crazy enough to experiment on his own soul.
If he wanted to make any progress in Soul Studies, he would have to rely on these test subjects.
Practice was the test of truth, and Will believed in getting his hands dirty. He intended to keep studying damage to the soul and how such injuries could heal.
This was actually much safer than Potion-Charm Conversion or ordinary Potions and Charms experiments. Here, he was only injuring them, not killing them outright.
These lucky Dark Wizards thus got to live a little longer.
They would just have to endure a few more Cruciatus Curses, enhanced Sectumsempra spells, and the like. Well, they could consider it atonement for their past crimes.
"Urgh..." Will glanced at the Dark Wizard sprawled on the operating table, mouth crooked, eyes askew, and drool running down his chin. A few Cruciatus Curses had been enough to break him. Pathetic.
He hadn't looked like that when he killed Muggles for pleasure. Will had used Legilimency on every Dark Wizard to make sure he hadn't caught the wrong people.
A few hours later, Will came down from the top floor of the High Tower.
Neville, who had been scratching his head in frustration, spotted Will and immediately said, "Will, so you were in the Study. Professor Dumbledore wants you