Although Gringotts' defenses were formidable, in Kyle's view, there were far too many loopholes they could exploit.
When it came to committing illegal acts and crimes, Kyle possessed quite a wealth of experience.
Grand Theft Auto: Vice City, San Andreas, Liberty City, Los Santos...
Those were the games of a series that Kyle had played in his past life all the way from primary school to university.
If you added up all the versions, Kyle had accumulated at least three thousand hours of playtime in that series alone.
So in this regard, Kyle dared to say that no one in the magical world had ever possessed such rich experience as he did.
Since Gringotts only recognized keys and not faces, all that was needed was a prerequisite task—to casually find some unlucky chap and "borrow" his vault key, and they could blend right in.
If all else failed, borrowing Harry's Invisibility Cloak would also allow them to sneak in stealthily.
Ordinary Invisibility Cloaks, as well as the Disillusionment Charm, couldn't fool the various detection spells inside Gringotts.
However, Harry's Invisibility Cloak was one of the Deathly Hallows; it wasn't afraid of those things in the slightest.
Kyle smacked his lips. "No need to worry about that. What we ought to consider is how to stall the guards outside for long enough so that we have ample time to act."
"More importantly, once we get what we want, how do we make our getaway from Gringotts?"
Deep beneath Gringotts, anti-Apparition jinxes were in place; trying to make a getaway a thousand meters underground wasn't that simple.
Even if they could fly, as long as the Gringotts guards took advantage of the height element to frantically bombard them from above, it would still give them a tough time.
"Forget it," after contemplating for a short while, George waved his hand. "There are still several days left; let's find another time to rediscuss it."
The other few nodded in agreement.
The place they were in right now was the Great Hall, after all; discussing such illicit dealings in broad daylight was indeed somewhat inappropriate.
"Here, take these." Kyle reached into his pocket, pulling out three rings and tossing them in front of the three of them.
"I plan to establish an organization. Do you guys want to join?"
The remaining three all showed interested expressions on their faces.
"I think we should have formed an organization long ago," George gave a chuckle. "As the future Third-Generation Dark Lord, how could you not have a faction of your own?"
"If you're the boss, none of us have any objections."
"I'm in too!" Cedric also laughed. "What's our organization's name?"
"Those who followed Lord Grindelwald were called Alliance..."
"Those who followed Voldemort were called Death Eaters..."
Speaking up to this point, the twin brothers stopped in tacit understanding and exchanged a glance. "How about we call ourselves the Outlaw Renegades?"
Veins bulged on Kyle's forehead. What the bloody hell was "Outlaw Renegades"?
Why not just rename their Akatsuki organization to the "Grand Terrorist Association" instead?
Meaning "Great Terrorist Association," abbreviated as G.T.A.
Anyway, the nature of these two organizations was pretty much the same. Once the Akatsuki organization began implementing the plan to capture the Tailed Beasts, in the eyes of the major hidden ninja villages, they were essentially a terrorist organization.
Hearing the brothers still enthusiastically chatting about the organization's name, Kyle slapped the table with his palm.
"It's called Akatsuki! Akatsuki!"
"The dawn after the darkness?" Cedric nodded. "Not bad either."
Since the boss had made the final call, they could only express their agreement.
Besides, considering that there was a precedent like "Spiralling Flash Super Round Dance Howl Style Three," the name Akatsuki was already considered quite reliable.
The three happily accepted the rings representing members of Akatsuki.
As for Akatsuki's iconic uniforms, the few sets in Kyle's hands had all been taken by the Six Paths of Pain; he would find another time to order a few custom-made sets from Madam Malkin's.
As for the afternoon classes, Kyle naturally skipped them.
After finishing lunch, he ran straight outside the castle.
Climbing along the castle's outer wall up to the eighth floor, and after confirming that his old man was not in the office, Kyle jumped into the eighth-floor corridor of the castle from an open window on the other side.
Under the effect of Human Transfiguration, Kyle transformed with a flash, instantly turning into Dumbledore's appearance.
After scanning his face at the gargoyle at the entrance, Kyle walked up the spiral stairs, crossed the oak door at the end of the stairs, and walked straight into Dumbledore's office.
The portraits of past headmasters hanging on the walls all nodded slightly to him in greeting upon seeing Dumbledore walk in.
After greeting them back, Kyle turned to face the Scottish long-tailed turkey perched on the bird stand behind the door—Fawkes.
"Fawkes," he held out a hand toward the turkey, "accompany me on a trip to Diagon Alley."
Fawkes' bright, large eyes blinked, but it simply didn't budge, nor did it show the slightest intention of paying attention to Kyle.
Between a phoenix and the master it truly served, there existed a certain special connection.
This little trick of Human Transfiguration couldn't fool this connection at all.
Therefore, Fawkes could identify that the person in front of it was not the real Albus Dumbledore.
Judging from the faint trace of phoenix bloodline on the person, the true identity of the person before it should be its master's son.
If it were anyone else daring to impersonate its master, Fawkes would have pounced on them for a beating long ago.
Looking at the turkey holding its neck high with pride, Kyle didn't care at all about its disregard for him.
Waving his hand, Kyle used a Summoning Charm to summon a piece of bloody dragon meat, which was what he usually fed to Arashi as snacks.
A massive amount of vitality was poured into the dragon meat by him; very soon, this piece of dragon meat began emanating a refreshing fragrance of life.
The ancestral gas stove of the Grindelwald family surfaced over his palm.
Kyle watched with satisfaction as the surface of the bright red dragon meat gradually became tinged with a layer of dark black.
Under the roasting of Fiendfyre, the dragon meat began making a sizzling sound. The fat within the meat seeped out bit by bit, but because of the encapsulation of magic power, it coated the surface of the meat without dripping down.
The highest-grade ingredients often only required the most unpretentious cooking methods.
Gulp~
As the captivating aroma of the roasted meat wafted around, the throat of Fawkes standing on the bird stand twitched, and it secretly swallowed a mouthful of saliva.
According to the next steps of the procedure, this bear child of the Dumbledore family would proceed to feed this piece of dragon meat to it, right?
A trace of unknown anticipation surfaced deep within the gold-red turkey's eyes. Since this young man was so sensible, then taking him on a trip to Diagon Alley later wasn't out of the question.
What it needed to do next was to strike a posture of "This King accepts your tribute" and elegantly accept the other party's feeding.
Closer, closer...
Kyle's hand holding the dragon meat gradually drew near.
Summoning Jutsu!
Just as the dragon meat was about to be brought in front of Fawkes' long golden beak, a Thunderbird that abruptly appeared suddenly snatched the food right out of its mouth.
Swallowing the dragon meat in its mouth with satisfaction, Arashi held its neck high, casually casting a disdainful glance at the Scottish long-tailed turkey in front of it that wasn't even one-tenth its size.
Fawkes: ???
I might not be a human, but you are truly a dog.
To prevent two hot-tempered big chickens from fighting in Dumbledore's office—which would result in his old man discovering his office demolished after returning—Kyle immediately sent Arashi back.
Another piece of dragon meat surfaced in Kyle's hand; he raised the dragon meat and waved it in front of the gold-red turkey Fawkes.
"How about it? Take me on a trip to Diagon Alley, and then stay quietly by my side for a little while, and this piece of dragon meat is yours."
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