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

Draco had just finished talking with his godfather and was lying in Lucius' arms, acting coquettishly and telling his father that he wanted to go to Dragon Island with his friends during the holidays this year.

He glanced at it. Good, no one was paying attention. He pretended to eat and clicked on the message. Regulus? The youngest Black son? His mother's cousin.

[Regulus Black, also known as RAB, is the younger brother of Sirius Black.

As a defender of pure-bloods, Regulus was one of the first to join the Death Eaters. The original Death Eaters did not torture Muggles and Muggle-born wizards like the later ones. He followed Voldemort for bloodline and power.

Because of this, Sirius often spoke harshly to him, calling him a coward. Regulus tried more than once to mend their relationship, but until his death, he never received a reply from his brother. Hearing this, Narcissa gave Sirius a cold look.

Her hands have been shaking since a while ago. Her youngest, most well-behaved, and most sensible brother... Regulus...

[Voldemort once asked him for a house-elf for experiments, and he recommended Kreacher, telling him to complete what Voldemort asked him to do and then go home.

However, Regulus discovered something from Kreacher, who was frightened when he returned home, and began to suspect Voldemort. To protect the Black family, he took Kreacher to the cave where Voldemort kept his Horcruxes, drank poison, and exchanged the Horcrux for Slytherin's locket.

He handed the Horcrux to Kreacher, ordered Kreacher to destroy it and not tell any family members about it. He was then dragged into the water by the Inferi and died while trying to drink water. His mother was "sad to the point of madness" because of this.

He left behind only a suicide note in a replica of Slytherin's locket, signed RAB.

He joined the Death Eaters at the age of 16. Regulus's early admiration for Voldemort was from the heart, and his later resistance to Voldemort also came entirely from his heart.

"I adore you because you are worthy."

"I rebel against you because I find you unworthy."

Regulus risked his life to obtain one of Voldemort's Horcruxes in order to destroy the Dark Lord's immortal legend. And he didn't even have a decent helper around him...

Regulus had no one to help him, no one understood him, and no one even knew about him, but he was still willing to die in order to save more people without asking for anything in return. He was the bravest hero.

He would rather die in obscurity than bring trouble to his family.

The Black family has a kind of persistence. Bellatrix Lestrange used it to gain power, Andromeda Tonks used it to pursue love, Narcissa Malfoy used it to protect the family, Sirius used it to prove the pursuit of freedom, and when they all left, Regulus used this persistence to protect the entire family.

Unfortunately, fifteen years after Regulus's death, his name was still not cleared. His family was unaware of his change of heart, and his brother, Sirius Black, did not even know he had a brave brother until his death.

Draco put down his dessert somewhat listlessly, a surge of indescribable emotion welling up within him. His gaze lingered on the words: "He spent his entire life perfectly embodying the word 'courage.' Who says only Gryffindors can wear the crown of 'bravery'? Slytherins can do it too."

Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Neville all looked at Regulus with admiration. However, their gazes also fell on Narcissa, revealing a hint of worry. They all liked Narcissa very much, and Regulus seemed to have some kind of kinship with her.

Dumbledore watched all this silently, the image of Regulus emerging from the depths of his memory. He sighed softly, feeling a deep sense of regret for the lost child. However, at this moment, an important discovery shocked him - Slytherin's locket had finally surfaced!

The other deans felt the same way. They shook their heads and sighed, heartbroken over the passing of such a wonderful child. What a wonderful child... but fate had been so cruel.

Snape paused as he wrote. He had some impression of this student. He was a very smart boy, with a soft and kind heart that was very different from the Slytherin style at that time.

However, he disappeared inexplicably, which made Lucius and Narcissa worried and anxious for a long time.

Narcissa tried to control herself. Her beloved little brother lay quietly at the bottom of the icy lake, unknown to anyone. Would he be afraid? After all, Regulus hated the cold and the dark the most...

Where is he now? Narcissa didn't know, but she knew she had to bring him home! Kreacher... Kreacher must know something!

Lucius took advantage of the break in talking with some young wizards to quietly sit next to Narcissa, holding her hand tightly, and comforting his wife silently.

Lucius was indeed shocked by what had happened to Regulus, but he knew that at this moment, Narcissa's emotions were the most important. After all, they had been married for many years, so how could he not know how Cissy felt right now?

Sirius had turned back into a black dog without knowing when, curled up quietly in a dark corner. His eyes became empty and dull, as if he had lost all his life and energy. His remaining sanity made him turn back into his Animagus form.

"Regulus...Regulus..." Sirius murmured in his heart, his heart filled with endless regret and self-blame.

Cissy was right, he had always been so full of himself and so arrogant that he couldn't see the true colors of the people around him.

The friends he once trusted ultimately betrayed him, and the family members he always hated surprised and confused him time and time again.

Why couldn't he have a proper chat with Regulus then? He'd been there like a hero, holding Regulus' hand when they were little, hadn't he? Why hadn't he replied to Regulus's message? He'd thrown it into the fireplace without even glancing at it...

What was Leir's final thought? Did he resent his irresponsible brother? During that time when he single-handedly supported the entire Black family, did he endure day after day of waiting and disappointment?

Sirius felt like a complete failure, lost in life, unable to find the motivation or courage to move forward. He recalled his past dreams and aspirations, but now they seemed so distant and vague. He didn't know how to face the future, nor did he know if he still had the strength to stand up again.

In this darkness, Sirius was immersed in painful memories and self-doubt, as if he was shrouded by an invisible pressure and unable to break free.

For whatever reason, everyone seemed a little distracted.

Seeing this, Dumbledore suggested that the children go back and rest first, after all, it was almost late at night.

After Draco gave his mother and father a reluctant hug, he and several other friends returned to their respective dormitories to rest.

Before going to bed, they drank the potion at the same time, being careful not to attract other people's attention.

Harry and Draco slept in the same bed as they did when they were children. Harry knew that Draco was a little depressed, so he hugged him quietly, whispered a bedtime story, and soothed him to sleep.

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Dumbledore, Lucius and Sirius went to the Black mansion, while Narcissa and Snape stayed in the headmaster's office to discuss the potion with Professor McGonagall and others.

It was just that Narcissa would get distracted from time to time, but everyone present could understand her.

Before leaving, Lucius said to Narcissa, "I will bring him back." He promised his beloved wife this.

Narcissa had to suppress her anxiety. She knew Luke was doing this for her own good, not wanting her to be upset by what she saw. She wasn't fragile, but she was willing to compromise for her family's concerns, so she stayed.

But it didn't affect her performance. After discussing some specific matters, Narcissa could not wait to return to Malfoy Manor and wait anxiously with Snape.

They stayed up almost all night, and it was not until the morning that they were greeted by Lucius holding something in his arms, a serious Dumbledore, an old house-elf, and Sirius Black, who was imprisoned and floating, and was obviously in a bad mood.

Narcissa immediately looked towards Lucius's arms, her voice trembling unnaturally.

"Is it him? Is it...Regulus?" She trembled and wanted to lift the robe to see her poor brother, but Lucius dodged her.

"Cissy, don't touch him yet! Clean up a room! Regulus isn't dead yet!" Lucius's expression was serious, unusually serious. His lips were tightly pursed, without a trace of smile.

Narcissa only then noticed his hand, which had been channeling magic. She quickly ordered the house-elves to prepare a guest room, and the others watched as Lucius carefully set Regulus down.

"Not dead yet means...?" Snape asked the question that everyone was most concerned about.