Hogwarts' Wizarding Throne

In the magnificent battlefield.

Dumbledore and Shaw's version of the Dark Lord stood in two sections, one in a moon-white robe, the other in a silver star-patterned robe, both so domineering.

The black and white devils were both using the Water Prison at this moment.

One blue and one black, two water tornadoes that connected the sky and the earth kept colliding in the center, evenly matched, stirring up large patches of water, and countless nearby soil and sand were stirred and blown away, revealing potholes.

Well, in theory, Shaw's Water Prison could not be the opponent of Dumbledore's legendary Water Prison even if it was not shielded by the system assistance.

But now the two water tornadoes are fighting back and forth!

What's going on?

Time goes back to twenty minutes ago.

When Shaw, pretending to be Tom, appeared in front of the manor, Dumbledore was already there, as if waiting for him.

Dumbledore looked up and down at "Tom" with his deep blue eyes, and finally shook his head.

"You are not him."

Shor's expression did not change at all, and he said lightly.

"Professor, I am indeed not Voldemort, I am Tom Gaunt!"

Dumbledore shook his beard, still shook his head, and said with emotion.

"Have you changed your surname to Gaunt? Tom still hates his father so much. Okay, Shaw, don't pretend. I know it's you. The real Tom is still in Albania, and you resurrected Tom with the notebook Horcrux, right?"

Although Shaw lamented that he could not hide anything from the old bee, he still would not admit it to his face.

He did not want to fight with Dumbledore immediately, so he said lightly with a hint of meaning.

"Professor, here, I am Tom! A dark lord with a bottom line in his heart."

Dumbledore's eyes flashed a gleam under his half-moon glasses. Shaw's words were very interesting.

"A Dark Lord with a bottom line? That's a good combination of words. So, this Dark Lord with a bottom line, what did you ask someone to bring Fudge here today? Do you want to control him with the Imperius Curse? This is called having a bottom line?"

Shor was speechless.

Was it Lucius's incompetence that led to him being followed when he came into contact with important figures in the Ministry of Magic, or was it Fudge's own big mouth? He advertised all over the world that he was solemnly invited to attend the gathering of pure-blood elites?

He didn't have time to pursue this at the moment, and turned to talk.

"Professor, do you think the Ministry of Magic is getting better or worse now?"

Dumbledore was slightly stunned, and thought seriously for a few seconds before speaking.

"It is indeed more orderly than before, and the struggles are limited to normal political confrontations. The crime rate is also low. The dark wizards are indeed well restrained by you. From this point of view, you do have a bottom line."

Shor waved his hand and said righteously.

"Professor, this is not enough! What is the function of the Ministry of Magic? It is not a tool for selfish pure bloods or senior officials to seek personal gain, including some self-righteous people.

The Ministry of Magic should take it as its responsibility to protect the lives and property of ordinary wizards and improve their happiness in life.

So, I need more power, and Fudge is not an honest person.

Let him come here today, just to let him know that his time has passed."

Dumbledore was criticized by Shaw, blinked his eyes, and reached out to touch his crooked nose. He was scolded by this little guy every time, which was a bit embarrassing.

Shaw's words were not only about the Death Eaters under his control, but also that not all people who supported Dumbledore were good people.

Not to mention the petty thieves like Mundungus.

The Burns family is just, right? How could a righteous family stay in a high position for so many years?

Is Longbottom just? Neville's parents are indeed righteous, but Neville's uncles are also ruthless and keep trying to make money and power.

Dumbledore coughed a few times and changed the subject.

"Ahem, power needs checks and balances. In addition to giving birth to ambition, dictatorship will also breed more corruption and make you lose your way more easily.

Are you sure you can always have your bottom line?"

"Some things will not change if you don't do them. You can only know whether they are useful after trying them. As for the professor's worries, you can't accuse something that hasn't happened for no reason.

And aren't you supervising this? You see, you're not doing it now, and you're squatting on me immediately."

Seeing a flash of disdain in Shaw's eyes, Dumbledore thought of some prophecy fragments that Gellert shared with him.

So he said patiently.

"Many people think that I have never been the Minister of Magic because I look down on him. In fact, only I know that I must never touch power directly.

In my heart, I actually want to change. Everyone says that I am a wise person, but only I know that my ambition must be suppressed.

If it is released, I know that I will not be able to control it, which will bring destruction to the world.

That's why I imprisoned myself in Hogwarts. Do you have a cage to imprison your infinitely growing ambition?"

Shor listened to Duncan.Dumbledore's words were almost a statement of his mind. He recalled Dumbledore's life and was slightly moved.

Indeed, Dumbledore has a crazy gene in his blood. His sister was almost killed by the Statute of Secrecy and almost became an Obscurus.

Dumbledore really hated the Statute of Secrecy in his early years, otherwise how could he be called the first saint of Grindelwald.

If it weren't for his sister's accidental death, Dumbledore would not be "awakened".

It's hard to say what the world is like now.

Today, Dumbledore did not come up to fight and kill, but patiently showed his own experience, which already showed his sincerity and the change of his attitude towards himself.

Although he didn't know what the other party had experienced to be like this, Shaw would not be naive to think that a pervert who saved his uncle could achieve such an effect.

Shaw took a deep breath and promised.

"Professor, I will set a bottom line for myself."

Dumbledore looked at this student who was more outstanding than Tom and said in a sonorous tone.

"Prove it to me!"

Shor's expression was solemn, and he didn't pretend to hide his identity. He directly took out his own wand, Guo Beng.

Then he firmly brewed his emotions and pointed to the sky!

"Call the gods and guards!"

The next moment, Dumbledore saw large groups of silver-white light spurting out from the tip of Shaw's wand.

A long snake with wings on its back, more than ten meters long, rushed straight into the sky with an unparalleled domineering momentum, wandering in the clouds, flapping its wings and wagging its tail, very handsome.

Dumbledore's eyes also became solemn.

He naturally knew what type of Patronus Charm this was, and recognized that it was a Chinese dragon, not a bird snake, and was at the same level as his Phoenix Patronus.

And he understood the meaning contained in it.

Dumbledore looked down at Shaw, who was full of kingly demeanor at the moment, and sighed softly.

"Alas, your Patronus does represent your protective heart, but it is too overbearing. If you go along with it, it will bring you good luck, but if you go against it, it will bring you thunder and waves."

Shor looked at Dumbledore steadily.

"Professor, no one is perfect. You are asking too much."