England, the Scottish Highlands, before dawn.
Outside Hogwarts, a flash of silver flame lit up the Laboratory, and Will appeared inside.
He carried a bag stuffed with documents, packed so full it could barely close. They contained all kinds of information about the Wizarding World in America.
Evelyn had obtained the documents for him. Will intended to see where best to begin infiltrating the Magical Congress of the United States of America.
After all, he could hardly go around "brainwashing" its wizards one by one with magic.
He didn't have time to waste on that. Controlling everything through a deep state, a shadow government, was what he needed.
Only the rustle of turning pages remained in the Laboratory...
When the first ray of sunlight entered the Laboratory, Will finally set down the documents. He cast a Clear-Headed Charm on himself, packed everything back into the bag, and returned to the Room of Requirement.
By the time breakfast began at Hogwarts, Will was sitting in the Great Hall as usual, as though nothing had happened.
"Morning, Will." Sylvia sat down beside him.
"Morning, Via."
They ate breakfast as they always did.
"Are you going to the Quidditch tryouts today?" Sylvia asked. "They're this morning."
Will shook his head. "Of course not. If I remember correctly, we have Professor Sprout's Herbology class this morning."
"Well, you do. I don't have a class." Sylvia drank her milk, unconcerned. She knew Will was 99.99 percent certain not to watch the tryouts anyway.
For one thing, he had class. For another, he had no interest in Quidditch.
"See you at noon, then." Finished with breakfast, Sylvia waved goodbye to Will.
"See you at lunch."
After parting with Sylvia, Will headed toward the Greenhouse beside Neville. Neville had dark circles under his eyes and looked as