At five in the morning, the four from the Black Ancestral Home returned to the camp outside Dartmoor Stadium.
Hermione, who had sat on the sofa waiting all night, hurriedly rushed toward Vincent as he came through the door.
Only after carefully checking him over and confirming that he was unhurt did she let go of him.
"Why did you come back so late?"
"Something happened along the way."
The other three tactfully left.
Although Regulus's funeral was to be held quietly, there were still certain people who needed to be informed.
For example, the members of the Order of the Phoenix, and those who knew about the Horcruxes.
Vincent led Hermione to the sofa and began telling her the story of this hero who had been misunderstood by everyone.
"His story began eighteen years ago..."
Regulus was undoubtedly a true hero. After learning that Voldemort had created Horcruxes, he resolutely chose to destroy this evil creation that defied all humanity.
He had succeeded. He had used a fake to switch out the real one.
As Hermione listened, she rested her head against Vincent's shoulder.
"Professor Dumbledore was shameless. He actually swiped my mini Magical Automaton."
The old man was over a hundred and still dared to be so mischievous. Vincent was not going to indulge him.
"I won. I removed the keyhole from the cave entrance."
Hermione had originally thought finding the Horcrux would be dangerous. She had not expected Voldemort's arrogance to make the whole process go so smoothly.
There had been dangerous moments, of course, such as the Inferi beneath the Black Lake.
"The bottom of the lake was full of Inferi transformed from Muggles. Voldemort desecrated their corpses. The only thing I could do was burn them with Fiendfyre. I hoped that would let them rest