"Nice idea?"

Dumbledore picked up his teacup, tilted his head slightly, and made a gesture of listening intently.

"yes, I was thinking." Zhang Xiao frowned, trying to clear his thoughts, and said slowly while thinking: "Our purpose is to infiltrate a heavily guarded vault and bring out the Hufflepuff Gold Cup. ”

"Well, that's exactly what we're trying to do." Dumbledore agreed, as a Western model of 'people grow old and become fine', Dumbledore could certainly see that Zhang Zheng was at a very critical point, and the inspiration in his mind was still gathering and flickering.

The most important thing at this time is to follow his words and guide him to manifest his inspiration and finally speak it from his mouth.

"It's hard, but maybe we can find more people to figure it out together?"

Zhang Xiao muttered, an idea just jumped out so naturally, and the two of them couldn't think of a way, why not shake people.

After all, three stinkers beat Zhuge Liang, a hero and three gangs, and a wise man must make a mistake in a thousand thoughts.

That's right! Isn't it okay to shake people?

Zhang Xiao's eyes lit up, and at this moment, the movies and the like in his mind were becoming more and more boiling, isn't this the beginning of a standard blockbuster?

"So. We need an experienced person with a similar stealth camouflage to plan and deploy. ”

Well, according to the movie, this is generally a bearded uncle or something, the wrinkles on his face, and the embarrassed eyes look full of wisdom and charm.

"And then. We also need someone with extremely strong skills but average mobility to help us get rid of those difficult goblin security gadgets, and he needs to be knowledgeable enough.

And it has the ability to deal with all kinds of things. ”

Zhang Xiao only felt that his mind was open, and the whole person was transparent, this kind of character was a super technical otaku in the movie, sitting in a modified van, facing a lot of computers.

It can solve all the difficulties of surveillance, password, infrared mess, in short, all problems except hands-on can be classified as technical problems.

"The person who infiltrates is also very important, to be experienced, it is best to have rich experience in sliding door locks, bold and careful, and not chaotic."

Yes, this is important, and even the best plan needs to be executed, and in a popular phrase, it is 'get through the last mile'.

The more Zhang Xiao spoke, the more excited she became, and continued endlessly:

"In the end, we also need a thug, in case of any accidents, we can evacuate with others safe and sound, or there are security guards who are not long-sighted, and physically solve the security."

This kind of role is also necessary in the movie, and the thrilling treasure theft process must not lack fights, and the audience doesn't like to watch it.

So even if it is a seamless plan, there must be a security guard who is not long-eyed, and with a thrilling battle, the fists are in hand, so that the audience is scared and the atmosphere does not dare to breathe.

Smacked his lips unsatisfied:

"Of course, it would be better if there was a beautiful woman as a vase."

Dumbledore raised his eyebrows and asked curiously:

"I can still understand what I said earlier, but why a beautiful woman and when a vase. Oh-"

In the end, Dumbledore, even if Zhang Xiao used a very blunt literal translation, Dumbledore quickly understood the meaning of being a vase.

"Wonderful analogy, Zhang - I have to say, this analogy is very interesting."

Dumbledore smiled happily, the biggest function of the vase is the value of observation, when the vase means that it is only ornamental.

It suddenly occurred to him that the East often seemed to have some wonderful metaphors, or that a very complex event could be described in a few simple words.

It's just inconceivable that the ancient peoples who used this language condensed their knowledge, their wisdom, into words, and as long as they could speak and understand the stories in it, they would naturally learn knowledge.

Maybe that's why Zhang is so outstanding?

Dumbledore quickly realized that now was not the time to lament the cultural and linguistic differences between the East and the West, and he narrowed his eyes and carefully recalled what Zhang Xiao had said.

Ask someone to ask?

Rich operational experience, good at camouflage, outstanding planning and command ability?

Profound technical reserves, remote support, to deal with all kinds of goblin gadgets?

Skilled infiltration ability, sliding door and lockpicking, good at stealing well-guarded treasures?

Strong combat strength, invincible in the world, and a fight against all unexpected security?

After Dumbledore summed up these four points, he fell into deep thought.

As time passed, Dumbledore's long eyebrows slowly raised, and he glanced at Zhang Xiao meaningfully, making Zhang Xiao a little inexplicable.

"Honestly, if I didn't know you, I really doubt you did it on purpose, Zhang—it's really such a coincidence, the coincidence makes me can't believe it's a coincidence.

But I'm sure some stories have been lost in time"

Dumbledore chuckled softly, his eyes open, looking at the starry sky outside the window, and let out a long breath.

After exhaling this breath, he smiled with relief, as if he was reconciling with something.

He stared out the window, only Zhang Xiao was still looking at Dumbledore's back in confusion, not knowing what hysteria the headmaster had suddenly had.

The portraits on the walls did not make a noise to disturb Dumbledore's thoughts, but waited quietly for one of the greatest wizards of all time to finish his thoughts.

"Alright, alright," Dumbledore sighed, "The Golden Cup, Gringotts, order is right, I can't destroy it, or I'll be denying everything I insist on."

What the hell happened to the principal?

Zhang Xiao was about to die of curiosity, but apparently Dumbledore had no intention of explaining to him at the moment, and the headmaster, who was over 100 years old, suddenly turned around quickly and said calmly:

"Zhang, I know your proposal, it's very good, go back first, and when the matter is confirmed, I will give you a message."

"Okay, Professor Dumbledore, I'll go back first."

After a polite goodbye, Zhang Xiao walked out of the headmaster's office and watched the dripping mouth stone beast close the aisle again, so why did Dumbledore suddenly become like that?

Sighing and smiling, like an adolescent boy who suffers from gains and losses.

Ah, no wonder it's so familiar, isn't it the same when you fall in love?

Zhang Xiao grinned, but after a while, his smile stiffened on his face, and his body trembled slightly.

the !!!

No way? It won't be what I thought it would be, would it?

Zhang Xiao turned his head, as if everything in front of him had become illusory, and saw Dumbledore standing in front of the window, staring at the bright moon, as if he was making up his mind.

He remembered what he had seen in the Mirror of Eris.

If that's really the case.

Have a lot of fun!

On the top of the tower, everything that once was vividly remembered.

Dumbledore slowly lowered his head and closed his eyes, smiling tiredly.

and reconcile with the past. How can it be so easy.

So – is it worth it?

For Tom's Horcrux, for the sake of order, is it worth it?

As if to give himself a reason and excuse, he summoned Fawkes and gently stroked its head, Fawkes's golden eyes looked at him suspiciously.

"Towers and walls never shut us down, and they don't lock him up, do they, Fawkes?"

Dumbledore muttered softly.

Although he didn't know what the master was talking about, Fawkes knew that at this time, he just had to pretend that he understood, anyway, this old man was too old to fall into memories at every turn, and then he didn't know what to say a lot of what he didn't.

So it tilted its head.

"Yes, he is the only one who can lock him up."

Dumbledore's voice grew softer and softer, he closed his mouth, his blue eyes filled with confusion and remembrance, and finally Dumbledore's eyes became determined, and he felt a feather from his sleeve.

That's Fox's tail feathers.

"Fawkes, go there, bring him this feather, and if he wills, bring him out-"

Fawkes's golden eyes widened instantly, and it stared at Dumbledore to make sure it wasn't joking, and a little sparkling spark appeared in the air, as if attracted by something.

The undead bird spread its wings, and with a high-pitched chirp and golden flames, its figure vanished.

The Headmaster's room became empty, except for Dumbledore standing in front of the window, alone, as if out of place in the world.

After a while, Dumbledore finally moved again, and he sat back down at the huge table and began to write letters.

Zhang Xiao's heart was like a cat's claw, itching terribly, he desperately wanted to know if it was as he guessed, but Dumbledore seemed to have disappeared, he did not appear on campus.

Even Professor McGonagall didn't know where she had gone, and the professor pursed her lips and replied:

"Dumbledore? If he can stay in school honestly and do the work that the principal should do, I will be able to teach you with peace of mind!

Not to- such an assignment-"

Professor McGonagall drew a large red circle on the parchment and wrote a comment on it, 'Mr. Weasley, do you think you've restated Miss Granger's homework and it's your own homework?' ’

"Alright, Zhang, I'd like to know where Dumbledore went, and if you know, please tell him, there's still a bunch of papers in the school waiting for him to sign."

Zhang Xiao shrunk her neck and silently mourned for Ron for a short time in her heart, sure enough, no matter where she is, it is not advisable to translate from Chinese to Chinese or English to English

Time passed day after day.

The weather is gradually getting warmer, and the grass that has been suppressed by the cold winter for months is stubbornly emerging from the dirt, and a little green is beginning to appear at Hogwarts.

The ice on the Black Lake has long since melted and glows in the spring breeze, and fishing in the Black Lake is not a pleasant thing.

It's not that there's any danger, the big squid will gently protect all the little wizards of Hogwarts.

It's just that once you're fishing in the Black Lake, the merfolk below will hang their endless fish on your rod.

So even if you don't put anything down, just put an empty hook down, you will find a fat little fish hanging on the rod, which is certainly happy.

But over time, this kind of boring will become boring, and even not have a hook, just drop a fishing line.

There will be idle bored mermaids who tie fish to it.

Everything was comfortable on campus, the four were noisy, and with the help of the other three and his club friends, the gloom on Harry's face gradually decreased.

Zhang Xiao seems to have heard that a Slytherin junior girl has been persistently delivering love letters to Harry, and Harry seems to be a little overwhelmed

Through the grapevine, that girl is very beautiful.

In addition to this, Zhang Xiao always felt that Professor Snape was not quite right, and every time he met at the end of Potions class or other meetings, he always gave himself the feeling that he wanted to stop talking.

Could it be that Voldemort gave him some difficult task?

Zhang Xiao didn't know, and he didn't dare to inquire blindly, in case the task was to tie himself up and send Voldemort back

Provence, France, the Côte d'Azur bordering the Mediterranean, is the home of lavender.

In a charming cabin in the valley, Nicol Lemay sat in a soft chair, picked up the letter and read it carefully.

The cabin was filled with many wonderful things, like Dumbledore's beautiful Headmaster's Apartment, and many things could be found here.

The strange slender silverware made a strange comical sound, spewed a faint smoke, and the fire in the fireplace burned brightly, baking the whole cabin warmly.

After a while, Nicolamay put down the letter in his hand, and suddenly could not help laughing, and he turned around with some difficulty, and said to his wife, who was wiping the crystal ball with a square scarf:

"Perenal, you won't believe it, Albus did something-"

The white-haired old man raised her head when she heard this, in her long life of hundreds of years, elegance seemed to have been carved into her bones, the old woman put down the square scarf in her hand, looked at her husband who had accompanied her for hundreds of years with a smile, and said gently:

"What did he do?"

Nicolame laughed with joy:

"He- he actually went- oops!"

I don't know if he laughed too violently, so that his already aging body issued a warning, Nicol covered his chest, his expression was painful and wanted to laugh:

"Anyway, Albus invited us to Diagon Alley and get involved in one thing, well, a very interesting thing."

Interesting?

Perenal thought about it and laughed along, if you don't find interesting things in life, then living too long will only make people feel miserable.

So she didn't even ask anything, just nodded gently:

"Well, if Albus says it's interesting, then let's check it out - in the last days of my life, it's always nice to get together with old friends."

Perbeck District, Dorset

Newt put down the quill in his hand and slowly stood up, a sniffer on the desk full of clutter was boredoming swinging with a drawstring, and he reached out and touched his head.

He was about to speak, but suddenly turned around.

Behind him, a black leather glove floated in the air, greeting him as it had done then.

Newt was stunned for a moment, as if some dusty memories were about to pour out.

“Dumbledore！”

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1. Commuter pass 2. Recommended ticket

With this lineup, Voldemort has to nod his head when he comes, and the most important one is also his senior, racking his brains to put together a dream lineup for you.

(End of chapter)