Chinese students at Hogwarts.

Chapter 325 It’s great fun! (page 12)

"Nice idea?"

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

"Yes, I'm thinking." Zhang Xiao frowned, trying to clarify his thoughts, and said slowly while thinking: "Our goal is to sneak into a heavily guarded vault, and then take Hufflepuff's Bring out the golden cup.”

"Well, this is indeed our purpose." Dumbledore agreed. As a Western model of 'people become better with age', Dumbledore could certainly see that Zhang Zheng was at a very critical point, and the inspiration in his mind was Still gathering, appearing and disappearing.

The most important thing at this time is to respond to his words, guide him to manifest his inspiration, and finally speak it out of his mouth.

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

Zhang Xiao murmured, an idea jumped out of his head so naturally. The two of them couldn't think of a way, so why not shake it up.

After all, three cobblers are better than Zhuge Liang, and a good man has three gangs. A wise man will always make mistakes.

yes! Wouldn't it be enough to shake people?

Zhang Xiao's eyes lit up. At this moment, the movies, novels and the like in his mind were boiling more and more. Isn't this the beginning of a standard blockbuster?

"So... we need an experienced person with a similar infiltration disguise to plan and deploy."

Well, according to movies, this usually looks like an unshaven uncle. The wrinkles on his face and the sad eyes make him look full of wisdom and charm.

"Then, we need a person with extremely strong skills but average mobility as backup support to help us get rid of those difficult goblin security gadgets. His knowledge reserve must be profound enough.

And has the ability to deal with all kinds of gadgets. "

Zhang Xiao just felt that his mind was opened and his whole person became more enlightened. This kind of character in movies and novels is a super technical otaku, sitting in a modified van and facing a lot of computers.

It can solve all the difficulties of monitoring, passwords, and infrared. In short, all problems except manual problems can be classified as technical problems.

"The person you choose to infiltrate is also very important. You must have rich experience. It is best to have extensive experience in sliding doors and picking locks. You must be bold and careful, and be calm in the face of danger."

Yes, this is indeed important. No matter how good the plan is, it still needs people to implement it. To use a popular saying, it is to 'get through the last mile'.

The more Zhang Xiao talked, the more excited he became, and he continued to talk:

"Finally, we also need a thug. If something unexpected happens, he can lead others out safely, or if a security guard with a short-sighted appearance appears, he can physically deal with the security."

This kind of role is also necessary in movies. The thrilling process of stealing treasures cannot be without fighting, and the audience doesn't like to see it.

Therefore, even if it is a perfect plan, there must be a security guard who has no eyesight to jump out. Along with the thrilling battle, the punches will be handed out, making the audience on tenterhooks and afraid to breathe.

He smacked his lips with unfinished thoughts:

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

Dumbledore raised his eyebrows and asked curiously:

"I can understand what I said before, but why do you want a beautiful woman and use it as a vase? Oh——"

After all, it was Dumbledore. Even though Zhang Xiao used a very blunt literal translation, Dumbledore quickly understood the meaning of being a vase.

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

Dumbledore smiled cheerfully. The biggest function of a vase is its observation value. Being a vase means that it only has an ornamental function.

He suddenly discovered that the East often seemed to have some wonderful metaphors, or that a very complex event could be described with a few simple words.

This is simply unbelievable. The ancient peoples who use this language are condensing their knowledge and wisdom into words. As long as they can speak and understand the stories, they will naturally learn the knowledge.

Maybe that’s why Zhang is so outstanding?

Dumbledore quickly realized that now was not the time to lament the differences between Eastern and Western cultures and languages. He narrowed his eyes and carefully recalled what Zhang Xiao said.

Ask someone to ask?

Rich operational experience, good at camouflage, outstanding planning and commanding abilities?

Profound technical reserves and remote support to deal with all kinds of goblin stuff?

Skilled in infiltration, sliding doors and picking locks, and good at stealing well-guarded treasures?

Powerful combat strength, invincible in the world, able to attack all unexpected security forces?

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

As time passed, Dumbledore slowly raised his long eyebrows and gave Zhang Xiao a meaningful look, which made Zhang Xiao a little confused.

"Honestly, if I didn't know you well, I would really doubt whether you did it on purpose, Zhang - it's such a coincidence, so coincidental that I can't believe it is a coincidence.

But I’m sure some of the stories have been lost in time.”

Dumbledore laughed softly, looked 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, wondering what kind of hysteria the principal suddenly had.

The portraits on the wall did not disturb Dumbledore's thinking, but quietly waited for one of the greatest wizards in history to finish thinking.

"Okay, okay" Dumbledore sighed softly: "The Golden Cup, Gringotts, the order is correct, I can't destroy it, otherwise I will deny everything I insist on."

What happened to the principal?

Zhang Xiao was almost dying of curiosity, but it was obvious that Dumbledore had no intention of explaining it to him at the moment. The over-100-year-old principal suddenly turned around quickly and said calmly:

"Zhang, I understand your proposal. It is excellent. You should go back first. I will give you a message when the matter is confirmed."

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

After politely bidding farewell, Zhang Xiao walked out of the principal's office and watched the gargoyles seal the corridor again. So why did Dumbledore suddenly become like that?

He was sighing and smiling at the same time, just like an adolescent boy worrying about gains and losses.

Ah, no wonder it looks so familiar. Isn't it the same when I'm in love?

Zhang Xiao grinned, but after just a moment, his smile froze on his face and his body trembled slightly.

Damn it! ! ! !

No way? It's not what I thought, is 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 making up his mind.

He remembered what he saw in the Mirror of Erised.

If that's really the case.

Great fun!

On top of the tower, everything that happened in the past is vividly visible.

Dumbledore slowly lowered his head, closed his eyes, and showed a tired smile.