After hearing Draco's thoughts, everyone couldn't sit still.

Draco looked up and down with some curiosity at the perfect uncle that all the parents talked about.

Regulus naturally noticed Draco's obvious look. He smiled slightly, his eyes revealing an indescribable tenderness.

He thought he would sleep forever at the bottom of the lake, facing those terrifying corpses day and night. However, fate seemed to play a joke on him and gave him the opportunity to return to the human world. When he woke up, he felt confused for a while, but soon adapted to his surroundings.

When he saw Narcissa, he was first confused, then overwhelmed and filled with guilt. He wondered if Voldemort had discovered his betrayal and was taking his anger out on Narcissa. Otherwise, why would he see her here?

He thought he had arrived in the world of the dead.

He tried to speak, but found that his throat was blocked by something and he couldn't make any sound. He cleared his throat hard and tried to say something, but he could only make some hoarse and weak sounds.

"Xi...Xixi..." His voice was hoarse and soft, but Narcissa had already noticed that he had woken up and was excitedly waiting for him to regain consciousness.

"Regulus!" Narcissa couldn't help crying, her tears rolling down like pearls from a broken string. "That's great... It's really great!"

Lucius quickly hugged his beloved wife tightly in his arms and whispered to her, "Don't cry, dear. We should be happy, right?" Although he was also very excited, he knew that his wife's emotions at the moment were more important. "The most important thing now is to have Severus give Regulus a thorough examination."

At this moment, Regulus finally realized that there were a group of people around him watching him. He saw a strange gay couple, Kreacher, a huge black dog and... Senior Snape?

He looked at his senior, who looked even younger and more handsome than he had in school, and was a little confused. Had he been dragged into the lake by the Inferi and rescued not long ago? Otherwise, how could he look so young?

Could it be that they had already discovered the secret of the Horcruxes? What about Voldemort? Did he know it too? Thinking of this, Regulus's nerves suddenly tensed up, and his face turned very grim.

If Voldemort already knew the secret of the Horcrux, what would happen next? He had to find a way to protect his family and friends and not let them get hurt.

How could Narcissa not notice the change in Regulus, but she could only sigh silently. While Snape was examining Regulus, Narcissa omitted some of Draco's unspeakable details and selectively told Regulus what had happened.

"Sev, how is Regulus?" Narcissa asked nervously.

"Fortunately, there's nothing serious wrong with you. But you need to rest for a while." Snape said with a frown.

Narcissa breathed a sigh of relief: "That's good..." Then she looked at Regulus again, her eyes full of worry.

Regulus forced himself to cheer up and comforted her, "Sister Narcissa, I'm fine, don't worry."

Narcissa gently touched his head and said softly, "Good boy, you have suffered."

Regulus was still in a daze. The world was moving so fast that he couldn't keep up.

"Principal Dumbledore? Grindelwald?" Regulus hadn't spoken for a long time and couldn't adapt to the situation immediately, but he was much better now.

But my body is slowly recovering, but I haven't recovered from the mental shock yet.

Dumbledore looked at the brave boy with a loving yet guilty look and nodded at him.

"Hmph." Grindelwald looked down upon every student who could cause Dumbledore's mood swings. Dumbledore squeezed Grindelwald's hand soothingly, and exchanged glances with him, who was oblivious to the world around him.

"..." Merlin... Regulus looked away in a trance, his gaze lingering on the black dog. Sirius... brother...

Then, he immediately turned his gaze away from the big black dog's expectant eyes, and at the same time, he caught a glimpse of the obvious lost expression on the black dog's face with his peripheral vision. This made him feel a little bit sorry, and he wanted to comfort him in his heart, but he didn't know how to start.

After all, for a younger brother whose memory is still stuck on the time when they quarreled, any words would seem pale and powerless.

"Kreacher." Regulus looked at the house-elf in front of him who had aged a lot, a trace of heartache and helplessness on his face, and his originally tense expression gradually softened.

"Master Regulus! Wuuuuu... It's all Kreacher's fault for being useless. He didn't complete your instructions and destroy the locket..." Kreacher stared at Regulus excitedly, but he didn't dare to make a sound to disturb him, for fear that this was just a dream and he would disappear if disturbed.

Until Regulus called his name softly, that familiar and warm voice made Kreacher unable to control his emotions any longer, and tears burst out of his eyes like a dam breaking.

"If it weren't for Master Draco and his friends, Kreacher doesn't know when he would see you again! Kreacher is so useless." Kreacher sobbed, his voice full of self-blame and guilt.

"Well, I'm still alive, isn't that enough?" Regulus sighed softly and patted Kreacher's head comfortingly. His eyes became dim and he sighed inwardly: I didn't expect Voldemort to have made seven Horcruxes, and all his previous efforts now seemed so insignificant.

He couldn't help but laugh at himself, thinking that his sacrifice was so ridiculous. However, he did not regret it, because he knew that if he did not do so, more people would be hurt.

"Thank you so much, Regulus. If it weren't for you, we might not have found the locket so easily." Dumbledore was so astute that he could see through Regulus's hidden emotions at a glance.

"You're too kind. This is my own choice, and I don't regret it." That's right, this was his choice, and he didn't regret it. Besides, what could be better than now? Voldemort would die in the layers of traps, and he could open his eyes and see the world he longed for.

His expression was firm. Dumbledore admired Regulus even more, and Grindelwald's face turned even more sour when he saw this.

"No problem, just get some rest from now on." Snape finished his inspection and stood up indifferently. After a pause, he continued, "Welcome back."

"Thank you, senior." Regulus smiled politely at Snape.

"Then let's discuss how to place Regulus," said Dumbledore.

After consulting Regulus, they decided to let him recuperate on Dragon Island first before returning to the Black mansion.

However, because Voldemort is not dead yet, he cannot be cleared of his name, so he can only stay in seclusion for a while.

Originally, Narcissa wanted Regulus to live in the Malfoy family, but Regulus declined her kindness.

He wants to go home.

Narcissa couldn't persuade her lost brother to come back, so she had to agree. Then she took the big black dog by the ears and went out to tell it something.

Draco finally understood after listening to Narcissa's explanation. He agreed without hesitation to Narcissa's request to take care of his uncle.

Then, he and Harry knew how big the gap between the two Blacks could be.

Regulus was indeed praised by even the Godfather.

He is gentle and treats Harry and Draco the same way; he is patient and will carefully answer any question, no matter how fantastic, and he will never be impatient even if it is very naive; he is knowledgeable and can talk to Draco about potions and alchemy.

He would place cocoa and green apple juice next to Draco and Harry; he would quietly move Harry and Draco's favorite foods to their hands; he would share with them the books he found interesting before bed, which were often the books Draco and Harry liked; he would laugh and play with them, instead of acting like an elder and saying this was not allowed or that was dangerous, but would take risks with them.

Draco and Harry quickly accepted this uncle.

They leaned against Regulus, listening to him gently recount past events at school. He always seemed to find something beautiful. In his words, college life was filled with longing.

On the other hand, looking at the other uncle... I can only say that there is no harm without comparison...

Sirius didn't cause any trouble or anything.

It was just that for some reason, it always maintained its black dog form. Silently followed Regulus, neither too far nor too close. Neither lost him nor disturbed him.

"Uncle Regulus, do you know what happened to Sirius?" Harry asked. Although he sometimes felt awkward with Sirius, Harry, who cherished his family, did not want to see Sirius dwelling on his own thoughts.

"Don't worry. I'll have a good talk with him when we get back." Regulus touched Harry's head with a complicated expression.