The lake returned to calm, with only occasional small bubbles rising from below.
The terrifying aura emanating from Vincent did not dissipate; on the contrary, it gradually increased over time.
Dumbledore sighed again and gently placed the body he was holding on the ground.
Sirius Black was initially puzzled as to why Sirius would bring back a corpse, until he saw that incredibly familiar face.
"He... so he died here."
Sirius Black squatted down in front of the corpse. "Thank you, Albus Dumbledore, thank you for bringing him back."
Harry looked at the handsome young man's corpse and found that he looked somewhat like his godfather.
"You fool..." Sirius Black reached out and touched the scratched forehead of the corpse with a sad expression.
"I told you long ago that those people are cruel and have no moral bottom line. You didn't listen to me and insisted on following them. You brought this on yourself."
Harry remembered someone, an early follower of Voldemort.
His Regulus Black, and he is Sirius Black's younger brother.
If the older brother is an anomaly in the family, then he is the perfect heir.
A graduate of Slytherin, intelligent and erudite, and a staunch advocate of Pure-blood ethos.
Unfortunately, like his cousin Bellatrix, he chose the wrong path and ultimately perished in a Black Lake that exuded an ominous aura.
Sirius Black didn't linger in sadness for long; he quickly stood up and thanked Dumbledore again.
Regardless, he and Regulus were brothers who shared the same blood, and he always had to bring them home.
Wisps of steam slowly rose from the seemingly calm lake surface.
The Fiendfyre, capable of burning everything, kept moving through the bottom of the lake, and the lake level gradually dropped.
Unlike Harry, who felt relieved, Sirius Black was filled with worry.
No matter how unaffected one is by Dark Magic, it is still too dangerous to infuse such strong negative emotions into Fiendfyre.
"Vincent will handle it." Dumbledore saw Sirius Black's worry. "I've never treated him like a child, and you should know that very well."
Sirius Black recalls the scene when he first met Vincent.
He dared to use the Time-Turner as soon as he got it, and even treated the wounds of the Animagus who Transfiguration a black dog, and even brought him back to Hogwarts.
They are either incredibly bold or have an abundance of self-confidence.
Are we just going to keep waiting like this?
Dumbledore tightened his grip on the Elder Wand. "I'd like to help, but he probably won't appreciate it."
The countless Inferi at the bottom of the lake are transformed from Muggle after their deaths. They are victims created by Voldemort to protect the Horcrux, and represent the inhumane oppression of Muggle by wizards.
There wasn't much Vincent could do for them, but letting them rest in peace was one thing, and destroying that evil Horcrux was another.
Under the oppressive atmosphere, the entire lake surface suddenly began to boil, while simultaneously dropping at a visible speed.
The lake water, which should have exuded an ominous aura, gradually became scorching hot, and clumps of steam began to spread outwards.
In the misty fog, the figures on the lake gradually became blurred.
Dumbledore waved the Elder Wand, blocking the scalding steam in his path.
The continuous hissing sound made the three of them realize, even though they couldn't see clearly, that the lake water was evaporating rapidly.
The once incredibly cold cave suddenly became hot and dry.
Occasionally, a fleeting golden flame could be seen in the white steam, and these flames were noticeably larger.
After a very long time, my vision finally became clear.
The lake level had dropped by at least half. The water was still black, but the ominous aura had completely disappeared.
The number of golden dragons transformed from Fiendfyre reached eight, and they hovered far away near the tiny green light in the center of the lake.
Vincent's figure disappeared; he must have gone ahead to the green light.
Dumbledore looked at the dragons in the distance with amazement. "Excellent control. I only feel intense anger from them, and no desire to wantonly destroy."
Magic is the physical manifestation of a wizard's inner world. Magic cast by an evil wizard will naturally be evil, while a kind and powerful wizard can even completely control Dark Magic.
Sirius Black gained a deeper understanding of Vincent's abilities.
Putting aside their magical abilities, their inner strength alone puts them at the level of top wizards.
This is only at the age of 18; I can't even imagine what it will be like in 20 or 30 years.
The steam had mostly dissipated Dumbledore waved his Elder Wand to dispel the magical barrier, and a wave of scorching heat instantly rushed towards them.
"Let's go over there too."
Swimming across was obviously impractical, but fortunately Voldemort underestimated the capabilities of some Magical Creatures and did not set up any specific magical restrictions.
With the unknown risks eliminated by Vincent, there was no need to worry about anything else; he could boldly let Fawkes lead them there.
The three were enveloped in red flames, and then they appeared on a small island, smaller than the Headmaster's Office.
Vincent sat with his back to them in front of a green-glowing stone basin, rapidly flipping through the magic book in his hands.
The three approached the stone basin and looked at the emerald green liquid inside.
The source of the green light must be these Winky liquids.
Dumbledore turned to Vincent, "How's the research going?"
Vincent closed his spellbook and slowly stood up. "The Horcrux is most likely in the stone basin, but we can't reach out and touch it. Magic doesn't work, and Transfiguration has no effect."
"Is that so?" Dumbledore interest, but a strange resistance stopped him.
It felt like touching an invisible wall, and I couldn't reach my hand any further.
He raised the Elder Wand and whispered a long incantation.
However, the emerald green liquid in the stone basin did not react at all; instead, it made the green light it emitted even brighter.
Dumbledore squinted as he approached the stone basin, gazing at it with intense concentration.
A moment later, he raised the Elder Wand again and conjured a tall crystal goblet out of thin air.
"My conclusion is that we need to drink the liquid so that we can empty the stone basin and see clearly whether what is hidden at the bottom is Horcrux."
Harry couldn't help but gasp.
These bright green liquids are obviously no good. If you swallow a whole basin of them, you'll either be poisoned or die from overeating.
Vincent stepped forward and snatched the wine glass from Dumbledore's hand. "Voldemort really has a twisted sense of humor."
He threw the wine glass on the ground. "When I burned the Inferi, I also burned a copper chain and a small boat. Obviously, this guy was expecting someone to come."
Harry and Sirius Black both turned to look at Dumbledore.
With both Inferi and poison that can only be drunk, and a small boat left behind after all this, it's clear that anyone who comes here is to follow the rules.
However, Voldemort clearly did not expect that more than a decade later, someone who would break the rules and be able to do so would enter the scene.
Vincent glanced at Dumbledore's bulging white robes. "Professor, did I win again?"