Dumbledore knew that he had to be careful. Power's temptation was infinitely luring, and the more talented a wizard is on his path of magic, the more likely he was to go astray.
For most wizards, magic is just waving wands and casting a few spells.
Only a handful of wizards with superior talents know clearly what the essence of magic is and what power it could bring them.
Immense power and unconstrained ambitions can bring only disaster and destruction.
Voldemort is the most obvious example. His excellent magic talent and being one of the descendants of Salazar Slytherin himself made him think that he was unique.
He felt superior; arrogance was taking over his heart, till the point where he thought of himself as a god.
Everything he did was self-centred and non-considering of others' feelings. In his dark path of growth, he didn't get to know what love is.
Going back on the things he did in the past, the wanton killing of others, and the advocacy of pure blood wizards over the mud and Muggles and so on, these things were not as ideal related as Voldemort and the Death Eaters made them sound.
For Dumbledore, the reason Tom did this was entirely because he wanted to do that. He wanted to prove that he was different.
He therefore misused his magic in disregard of life.
In order to obtain eternal life, he even split his soul to make the Horcruxes.
More than twenty years ago, Dumbledore was keenly aware of his soul's instability when Riddle, who had been missing for a long time, returned to Hogwarts with a new look and applied for the position of Professor of Defence Against the Dark Arts.
Dumbledore then suspected that Riddle was doing some sort of evil Dark magic research, and later there were indications that he was making Horcruxes.
The worst scenario occurred, and Dumbledore did not know how many times Voldemort had split his soul.
This evil dark magic made him into a monster that cannot be killed.
Dumbledore looked at Evan again. Up until now, he had destroyed two Horcruxes.
All these things revolving around this child, is it a coincidence or…
Besides these "coincidences", what surprised Dumbledore was that Evan had already found the path of strength, and it all happened in a short time.
Evan was as good as Tom Riddle in his school days, too far beyond his peers.
The only thing to be thankful for was that he was different from Riddle. He had a complete family, friends, knowing what love was, and understanding of the meaning of life.
Judging from what he had shown, Evan was unlikely to become the second Voldemort.
Dumbledore's mouth showed a smile. He knew about what happened in Hogwarts a few days ago, although he hadn't shown up until the end.
What gratified him most was Evan's decision concerning the life and death of Peter Pettigrew.
Even in the face of the Acromantulas' threat, Evan did not give up on Pettigrew to escape, but instead insisted on taking him along.
Dumbledore was very pleased with Evan's performance that night.
He thought, maybe he should give this child more help.
He was getting old, and in case he doesn't succeed in finding all Voldemort's Horcruxes, Evan would become an indispensable force.
In the middle of the island, Evan released his control over the Stone Giant and estimated his magic consumption. With his current ability, it was still impossible to turn this blue boulder into something more complex, but it had been a great success just being able to activate it.
He wanted to try other spells. If it wasn't for everyone being here, he would have tried the Demon Summoning Spell recorded in the book "Secrets of the Darkest Art". Reading that book was his first time encountering that spell.
On the island, more and more Inferi emerged from the lake in all directions.
Under their attack, everyone retreated and gathered around the stone basin.
The Inferi were hard to destroy, their magic had been exhausted, and Sirius, Evan, Harry, and Hermione used various spells to delay their pace.
The pressure was still mounting, and when everyone was about to collapse, Dumbledore took over, using the same spell as Evan.
He waved his wand, and four heavy black boulders floated up from the ground, and in a moment, with a great scratch, turned into four massive monsters.
It was not Evan's monster's incomplete state. They were exactly the same as real Trolls, barely showing any signs of pre-Transfiguration. The four monsters made brutal roars and held thick big clubs in their hands.
Evan looked at Dumbledore in surprise and found that he was also looking back at him calmly and signalling him to pay attention to his next move.
The wand in his hand swayed in a strange way, as if conducting an Orchestra.
Under Dumbledore's control, the monsters rushed from the centre of the island in all four directions and ran rampant amongst the Inferi.
There were several loud bangs. The trolls were so powerful that many Inferi were directly hit back into the Black Lake.
The strong impact of the scene in front of their eyes gave everyone a feeling of joy from the bottom of their hearts.
The Trolls were covered with Inferi, but they did not take a step back. They were fighting hard with them.
Evan looked at Dumbledore with amazement. He could hardly imagine how much magic such a rampant would consume.
After Dumbledore took over, the pressure was much less intense. They focused on finding Regulus amongst the Inferi.
Evan's eyes swept over a pale, grim-faced Inferius, looking at them in an indescribable way.
Hard to find the word to say it, but it was absolutely awful.
At that moment, Kreacher suddenly shouted, "Young Master Regulus! Kreacher has found young Master Regulus!"
Evan hurriedly looked in the direction the house elf pointed at. He saw an 18-year-old young man's body just crawling out of the lake wearing a black wizard's robe different from the surrounding Muggles with a distinctive Black family emblem on his chest.
Regulus looked very much like Sirius in his younger years. Under the influence of magic, he remained almost unchanged from the moment before his death. He looked darker than Sirius but also healthier and less meagre.
His body had been somewhat swollen because he had been in the water for a long time.
Like the other Inferi, he looked around in a daze and walked toward the stone basin in the middle of the island, not recognizing the people standing in front of him.
He was not the hero who bravely resisted Voldemort, but an Inferius who, under magic's control, guarded Voldemort's Horcrux.
"Regulus!" cried Sirius mournfully, and his heart-breaking voice echoed in the dark cave.
Before anyone else could react, he had already rushed over. He desperately rushed into the Inferi, trying to pull Regulus out.