Inferi were the most evil and troublesome monsters.
There was actually nothing particularly special about them. Their strength and speed did not surpass those of ordinary humans. What truly made them terrifying was their fearlessness in the face of death, because they had already died once.
The magic used to create Inferi was the greatest desecration of the dead, forcing those who should have rested in peace and passed on to suffer further humiliation through their bodies.
Inferi in large numbers were a disaster, but before a legendary Wizard, numbers had long ceased to be what guaranteed an Inferius victory.
Vast fire magic slaughtered the Inferi in the lake by the swath. They did not even have the chance to climb onto the rocky isle.
With Dumbledore and Eli attacking together, the Inferi in the lake were quickly blasted to nothing.
Eli turned his gaze to the sole Inferius still "alive." He crouched down, his Wand emitting a gentle glow. A Black family crest stood out clearly on the Inferius's clothing.
Although the garments had long lost their shape under years of water erosion, the family crest, protected by magic, remained striking.
"Who exactly was he?" Eli murmured.
Dumbledore crouched down as well. This Inferius had become the only thing in the place that interested him.
"The Black family is sparsely populated now, but it was not always so. I have a few guesses."
Dumbledore's voice was low. Whether because they had come up empty-handed or because of the corpse he might have known, he seemed somewhat dejected.
The Blacks had been a great family. Among the current Sacred Twenty-Eight, the Malfoy Family was the most prominent. The others had either died out or fallen into decline long ago. But once, when Sirius Black was still young, the Blacks had