"It seems I was being redundant." Dumbledore raised a gentle smile: "Alright, I won't be so arrogant in the future—"
"Harry! Harry!" Ron's voice suddenly rang out: "Quick, take him away, take him away aaahhhh—"
Ron's voice was trembling with fear because Regulus's hands had already grabbed both his legs.
It's not that Ron was incapable, it's just that this undead in front of him was Regulus Black, the young master of the Black Family Mansion and Sirius's brother.
Not daring to act rashly with magic.
If he accidentally cremated Regulus, that would be a disaster.
"This is my mistake." Sirius pounded his chest and called out: "Kreacher! Kreacher! Regulus has been brought back by us!"
As soon as he spoke, there was a loud crack in the air, and Kreacher appeared in the living room.
The moment he saw Regulus, Kreacher couldn't help himself anymore, his legs buckled, and he fell to his knees with a thud.
"Young master—oh my, Master Regulus, is it really you?"
He apparated again, appearing beside Regulus.
To be precise, he stood between Regulus and Ron.
Already turned into an undead, Regulus no longer retained the memories of his past life. He couldn't recognize who this short figure was in front of him, he only knew that it looked possibly edible.
He extended his hands, placing them on Kreacher's shoulders.
"Oh, young master..."
Kreacher used some unknown force, making it impossible for Regulus to grasp him, even controlling both of Regulus's arms.
Regulus's undead roared, lowering his head to try to take a bite of Kreacher to taste.
However, Kreacher held Regulus's face, sobbing, "Oh, young master, you still remember poor old Kreacher. Kreacher would die happily—come, follow Kreacher back to your room. Since you left, except for that wastrel... and that young master favored by the mistress and Young Master Potter, no one has entered your room, Kreacher doesn't allow anyone..."
Kreacher babbled on with Regulus, supporting him as they walked step by step towards Regulus's room.
But Regulus wasn't very honest during the walk, constantly looking like he wanted to take a bite out of Kreacher.
Yet Kreacher always managed to find an awkward angle to dodge Regulus's attempts to gnaw.
This scene... was extremely bizarre.
"So, how exactly are you using the Summoning Charm..." Sirius gestured, unable to fully express that feeling.
In his impression, the Summoning Charm couldn't affect a human body.
"It can pull on people's clothing, thus bringing them over." Harry succinctly explained.
Actually, that was just the surface, because Harry had dragged Regulus up from the bottom of the lake...
To achieve that, without such powerful mana like Harry's, it would be impossible—even Dumbledore couldn't do it, because he didn't have an inexhaustible Magic Stone as a backup.
But Harry was able to do it.
All you need is force; leave the rest to miracles.
"I still think, Regulus should be laid to rest." Dumbledore said, "Since we've already found him, we should promptly remove the Dark Magic placed on him and allow him to simply become a corpse again, don't you think?"
"No, he's my brother!" Sirius refused without even thinking: "How could I leave him in a cold coffin? Absolutely not!"
Pabi's ghost suddenly appeared.
"Or perhaps a urn. If you don't like a coffin, cremation is also an option." She comforted Sirius.
Sirius: ...
I thought as a Hufflepuff, when you stood up you must have some good solution, but I didn't expect you to say something so heartless...
"I think Swedding is right." Cassandra also came down from upstairs, "No matter what, in his current state, he's an undead. This tarnishes the honor of the Black family—remember your family motto? Always pure..."
"Our family has long been impure!" Sirius waved his hand: "If you talk about purity, it was lost when I betrayed the family and joined Gryffindor—don't believe me, ask my mother, do you think she believes it's the family becoming undead that's impure, or that someone joining Gryffindor would make the family impure?"
"Gryffindor!" Walburga said loudly like the Sorting Hat calling out Gryffindor, but she quickly changed her tone: "That was before—now I think if you went to Slytherin, maybe you'd follow in Regulus's footsteps, instead of becoming Harry Potter's godfather? Of course, I'm not saying there's anything wrong with Slytherin, just that going to Gryffindor broadens your horizons!"
"Do you really think so?" Sirius trotted over to his mother's portrait, asking with some disbelief.
"Alright!" Walburga said again: "I agree with your suggestion. You are a qualified brother—let my poor Regulus stay at home, and occasionally let Kreacher take him to visit me..."
"I think I should find a way." Sirius knocked on the wall with his hand saying, "Regulus's body is still relatively intact now, and since the Death God is currently at Hogwarts... maybe I can ask the Death God to bring Regulus back..."