On the vast battlefield.
Dumbledore and Shawn's incarnation of the Dark Lord stood at opposite ends, one in moon-white robes, the other in the Silver Star-Patterned Robe, both radiating unparalleled might.
The Dark Lord and the White Wizard were both using Water Prison.
Two waterspouts, one blue and one black, stretched between heaven and earth, colliding ceaselessly in the middle. Neither gained the upper hand. Great sheets of water sprayed outward, and countless clods of earth, grains of sand, and stones nearby were churned up and hurled away, leaving pits and furrows behind.
Well, logically speaking, even without disabling the system's assistance, Shawn's Water Prison should have been no match for Dumbledore's legendary-level Water Prison.
Yet the two waterspouts were trading blows evenly!
What was going on?
Twenty minutes earlier.
When Shawn appeared before the manor disguised as Tom, Dumbledore was already there, as though he had been waiting specifically for him.
Dumbledore surveyed "Tom" with his deep blue eyes, then shook his head.
"You aren't him."
Shawn's expression did not change in the slightest as he said coolly,
"Professor, I'm indeed not Voldemort. I'm Tom Gaunt!"
Dumbledore's beard twitched. He shook his head again and said with a sigh,
"So he's changed his surname to Gaunt? Tom still hates his father as much as ever. All right, Shawn, stop pretending. I know it's you. The real Tom is still in Albania, and you resurrected him using the Notebook Horcrux, didn't you?"
Though Shawn marveled that nothing escaped the Old Beekeeper, he still refused to admit it to his face.
He did not want to fight Dumbledore right away, either, so he said coolly, with pointed meaning,
"Professor, here, I am Tom! A Dark Lord with principles."
A keen gleam flashed in Dumbledore's eyes beneath his half-moon spectacles. Shawn's words