Physical Examination

In a dimly lit room, on a luxurious and spacious bed, a man lay naked from the waist up, his eyes wide open, helplessly being caressed by a pair of aged, slender hands.

The man's white, marble-like chest trembled from time to time due to the contact of those warm hands.

The man tried to struggle, but the gaze of another man beside the bed who bore a resemblance to him kept him calm.

"Dumbledore, should I light the candle?" Sirius drew his wand, ready to point at the candle in the wall socket.

He felt that if the lights were on, Dumbledore wouldn't be so shamelessly touching people.

"No, Regulus can recover his energy from darkness. I need to see him again." Dumbledore refused firmly, but still touched Regulus's skin with his hands.

Sirius really wanted to shoot Dumbledore an Avada Kedavra.

Dumbledore's sexual orientation, his suspicious behavior, and his insistence on undressing before checking him made even Sirius, who believed in Dumbledore, wonder if Dumbledore hadn't seen a man in a long time.

His reason told him that it was only proper for a wizard of his Dumbledore to not use a wand.

In non-combat environments, you can better experience and feel magic by using your hands and eyes.

Pulling out a wand and making a racket, creating a lot of smoke, is usually a characteristic of someone with a lower skill level.

However, Sirius was about to lose his temper. He felt like a pimp, letting his brother be taken advantage of by a decrepit old man over a hundred years old.

The fingers gripping the wand turned slightly white, and his face gradually became more and more Zhengling.

Dumbledore was crouching down and touching Regulus, seemed to sense something. "Alright, I've checked everything."

"Really!" Sirius quickly draped a wizard's robe over his younger brother.

"Is he... is he alright?" Sirius asked anxiously, momentarily forgetting to breathe.

At the same time, he completely forgot about Dumbledore's actions, which he saw as even murderous.

"All our worries were for nothing," Dumbledore said bluntly. He understood that at such a crucial moment, he couldn't be a riddle-maker.

"Great!" Sirius, jumping and skipping with joy as he hugged his younger brother.

Although Regulus didn't understand, he still showed a pure smile.

"However—" Dumbledore's lips curled up slightly.

"But what?" Sirius's smile froze.

If he could see Dumbledore's expression right now, he probably wouldn't be so nervous.

"But there's one bad thing," Dumbledore said, his smile widening to almost a checkmark.

"What's wrong with it?!" Sirius asked in a low voice.

"What you need to worry about is not your brother suddenly leaving you."

"On the contrary, it should be your brother who is worried about whether you will leave him one day." Dumbledore said slowly, seeing that Sirius was so nervous that he was about to cry.

"Regulus has a long lifespan?" Sirius was initially delighted, but then his face fell.

"My younger brother is like a child now. What will he do after I pass away?"

"Perhaps it's time for Kreacher to have a child."

"Whenever a House-elf need to pass on their work to the next generation, they take time to have children."

"Even if I'm old, it's fine."

"I remember it being like that in the book," Sirius muttered to himself, just like any parent who worries about how their child will live after leaving them.

But then he suddenly realized that he was Black Family, and they had household House-elf.

With Kreacher and his descendants around, Regulus's future is fine even without him.

Kreacher sneezed while a fire was burning in the kitchen.

"Sirius, is it possible that Regulus can live independently without needing House-elf?" Dumbledore suggested.

Sirius, however, remained immersed in his own world, and he even began to distance himself from the very thing he hated most— the Black House's property.

Which ones are bound by Magical Contract?

Which items need to be given up to avoid trouble?

Which ones can be obtained safely even if Regulus never shows up?

"Sirius, Regulus has only lost his memory, but that doesn't mean he's become mentally challenged."

"He is like a child right now, just growing up and learning step by step."

"Before you die, he may have already grown into a capable wizard," Dumbledore had no choice but to say directly.

He knew that if he said anything more ambiguous, Sirius wouldn't take it to heart at all; it would just go in one ear and out the other.

Really?

"If that's really the case, won't he grow up very slowly?"

"He's been Inferi for over ten years!" Sirius looked at his younger brother with a mixture of disbelief and skepticism.

Regulus gave him a smile that was, to put it nicely, pure, but to put it bluntly, idiotic.

"Could it be that Regulus only learned to speak when I died?" Sirius couldn't help but think.

He began to consider something: he might learn from Voldemort and create Horcrux.

As for murder, what does that even mean?

Voldemort isn't dead yet. When he makes a comeback someday, he can just capture a Death Eaters and use him as Horcrux!

Hahaha!

Sirius's face was all smiles again.

"Could it be related to the environment Regulus was in?" Dumbledore looked awkwardly at Sirius, beginning to doubt why he had taken him in as a member of the Order of the Phoenix.

And then there's the question of whether I'm truly competent as the headmaster of Hogwarts.

After all, Sirius, the outstanding graduate of Gryffindor, is just like this.

"How could I not have thought of that! Regulus, look how silly I am." Sirius, with the same silly smile as Regulus, picked up his younger brother, who was still a fool at the time.

"How come I never imagined that you've been surrounded by Inferi all these years, and they can't even talk?" Sirius laughed until tears streamed down his face.

But unexpectedly, the robe that Regulus had just put on fell off again.

"Sorry to bother you!" It was Ron, and a few other heads popped out as well. Ron, who had just pushed open the door, peeked inside by the light, but the next second, he quickly closed the door again.

"We were just saying it's time to eat," Harry's voice came from outside the door.

"Perhaps you should take a shower first," Draco said in a strange tone.

"Sirius, I think I should find an empty room," Lupin said.

They all looked strange, even though their reason told them that Dumbledore should be examining Regulus's body.

But considering everything that happened inside, the messy sheets, and Dumbledore's past scandals, they couldn't help but overthink it.