Dumbledore's long white eyebrows twitched twice, and his blue eyes rested on Sirius.
"Of course, Sirius. This is a request I cannot refuse, and one that should not be refused."
Then he turned to Zhang Xiao. "Zhang, will you come along too?"
Zhang Xiao nodded as well. How could he possibly stay behind? Feelings aside, it was hardly a dangerous undertaking.
Even from a purely practical standpoint, these were defenses Voldemort had set up himself.
Lessons from others could help refine one's own skills. He could despise Voldemort's character, but not his power or knowledge. In the field of dark magic, Voldemort had undoubtedly surpassed Herpo the Foul.
So a chance to see Voldemort's methods firsthand was well worth taking.
Sirius wiped away his tears. The eldest Black son, normally so languid, irreverent, and carefree, now had a sharp edge to him.
He tapped his clothes with his wand. Amid the glow of transfiguration, his suit became an outfit that allowed him to move freely.
Dumbledore looked at Kreacher and said gently,
"Kreacher, we would like to go to that cave and bring Regulus home. Would you be willing to help us?"
Kreacher covered his eyes and nodded frantically, scattering tears with every movement. "Kreacher is willing. Kreacher wants to bring Master home."
"It was a cave, yes? If possible, I would like you to take us just outside it."
Dumbledore continued in the same gentle tone.
"Outside? Why don't we go straight to that bloody island?" Sirius asked, frowning in confusion.
Because Dumbledore suspected he had been to that cave before and wanted to confirm it. He had probably already begun to discern a pattern in the places where Voldemort hid things.
Connections and ritual significance: Gaunt's Old House, for instance, and the cave from his past. If he