HP: I was doing all sorts of things at Hogwarts

Regulus took a step back, "No need?"

"Lie down," Madam Pomfrey said without refusal.

Regulus had no choice but to lift the quilt and lie down on it.

After Madam Pomfrey checked, her face became even worse, and she wanted to resign.

"Your soul is damaged, just lie down and rest." Madam Pomfrey sighed, turning around to look for medicine while muttering something.

One or two, no worries.

She placed a row of potions on the table, and Regulus sweated.

The soft blue light enveloped Aphra and Regulus. Regulus lay quietly on the bed, feeling much more comfortable.

It's an amazing feeling.

He's not dead? Or is he actually dead but alive? He was lying alive in the hospital wing, breathing fresh air.

Regulus' eyelids were heavy and he fell asleep.

……

He was awakened by the sound of voices. Regulus opened his eyes and saw Dumbledore and Madam Pomfrey chatting.

Regulus silently pulled up the quilt. Dumbledore's eyes were sharper. He walked over and recognized Regulus at a glance.

The two looked at each other, Dumbledore glanced at Aphra in the next bed without any trace, and then looked at Regulus again.

"Mr. Dumbledore, you have four minutes now."

Dumbledore turned to face Madam Pomfrey, smiled, held out five fingers, and bargained, "Five minutes."

"Three minutes." Madam Pomfrey went out without refusing.

"Well, Bobby has always been so unkind, and you were the same when you were in school. I still remember the scene when you and your brother fought and both of you were lying in the hospital wing. Although Bobby criticized you, he always treated patients. It’s gentle.”

Dumbledore sat beside Regulus' bed with a smile on his face, with mixed emotions. He did not expect that the dead Regulus whom he mentioned just yesterday would be here alive today.

Avro Greengrass... Dumbledore thought about Tom who was in a similar situation, and his heart became clear.

"Sir," Regulus greeted him, but after all he didn't know what to say, so he could only remain silent.

Dumbledore comforted him, "Don't be nervous. Maybe you have many questions. I can answer them for you."

"Voldemort-" Regulus asked hopefully.

"Back then, he was defeated, but he did not die. He hid for more than ten years, and last year, he was resurrected." Dumbledore's words made Regulus feel like he had fallen into an ice cave, and Regulus lowered his eyes. He was silent for a long time.

Then he asked again, "My brother, he..."

"He was wrongly accused and imprisoned before, but he was cleared of wrongdoing the year before last."

"Is he... okay?" Regulus's eyes were filled with worry, but it was not obvious.

He was no more emotional than Sirius, he was more reserved.

"What time is it now?" Regulus was silent for a while and then continued to ask.

"February 1996." Dumbledore answered him.

Regulus opened his eyes wide and nodded with difficulty, "I have been dead...for 16 years?"

"But I think... it's because your soul is still in the cave, so when Miss Greengrass comes here, you have a chance to live again."

Dumbledore explained for him.

That ring is really magical...but I have never heard of any precedent for Greengrass's ancestors to use it.

If it could be used... Dumbledore came back to his senses and realized that his desire was too great.

He shook his head with a wry smile, and looked at Aphra with pity, "But of course, all of this comes with a price. Some prices may not be affordable by ordinary people."

He may be saying this to himself, "Poppy said that Miss Greengrass's soul is broken...Poppy has treated her many times, and her soul seems to be much stronger than others."

Dumbledore withdrew his gaze and stared at Regulus, "This is probably why she can collect other souls, but after this incident, whether she can collect souls again in the future is also a question."

Regulus looked at Aphra with guilty eyes, feeling extremely guilty, "Is there anything I can do to help her? When can she wake up?"

"We can't know." Dumbledore shook his head, "But I, and Severus, will work hard to find ways to let her wake up as soon as possible."

Dumbledore thought of the note that Aphra showed him. Judging from the current results, the note referred to Regulus.

But where did her note come from? You can only ask Avro herself.

But she is unconscious now and her situation is not good.

Regulus rubbed his brows and struggled to sit up, "I want to help too, sir."

"What you need is to rest," Dumbledore said seriously. "I have something else that I need your help with."

"Sir, please speak." Regulus agreed without hesitation.

"Where are the real Horcruxes?" Dumbledore lowered his voice.

Regulus also had a sullen face, "Back then, after I accidentally learned his secret, I searched many places and finally found the place where he hid the locket. I took Kreacher, the house elf of the Black family, with me. Went to the cave."

"I drank that terrible liquid, and of course, I was dragged into the lake by the Inferi... Before I died, I ordered Kreacher to leave with this thing and let him destroy it."

Regulus said slowly, and Dumbledore looked at him with admiration.

"This is nothing, sir." Regulus read his eyes and smiled bitterly, "Maybe we can go to Kreacher now and ask where the real pendant is."

"You can ask Sirius," Dumbledore suggested.

Regulus fell silent, his brother's bad temper...

He looked at Aphra, his eyes full of pity. "I really wish I could do something to help her..."

"Maybe I have some clues that can help you find something to do." Dumbledore decided to tell Regulus about the small note.

Regulus was a good boy, he could tell.

He is a brave and fearless Slytherin.

"I hope very much," Regulus said firmly.

"I guess she knows someone who can guide her and give her some opportunities... But Miss Greengrass is already in a coma, so we can only look for insiders from the people around her."

Dumbledore speculated.

"I can contact the insider." Regulus immediately answered Dumbledore.

"I need to make a list." Dumbledore coughed, "Maybe there are too many people around her."

Regulus blinked his clear gray eyes, not understanding what Dumbledore said.

Until he got Dumbledore's list.

The parchment shook open and rolled to the ground.