The oil lamps hanging on the walls, emitting an orange glow, illuminate the deep corridors through the leaded glass shades.

Nellis, stepping on the thick carpet, walked unhurriedly towards her cabin, playing with the potions vials in her hands while observing her grandfather.

She knew her grandfather well, and he was particularly fond of making friends with geniuses and famous wizards and incorporating them into her network.

And Rove Scamander is satisfied with both, and is the hottest wizard in the wizarding world at the moment, with a fatal attraction to the old man comparable to candied pineapple fruit.

If it had been before, he would have stayed in Rove's room for a long time, pulling him to talk, but today he exchanged things uncharacteristically for a while, and then left in a hurry...... It's just too unusual.

And the turning point of everything came from Rove's mention of the word "saint".

Nelishi observed for a long time, and finally couldn't help but ask, "Grandpa, saint...... Is it really that scary? ”

Horace shrank his head in fear and whispered:

"Of course it's scary, didn't you see them attack last year on the floating dragon boat represented by the International Confederation of Wizards? It's crazy! ”

"The Death Eaters didn't attack the Quidditch World Cup?" "But you...... It doesn't seem so daunting. ”

Horace was silent for a moment, and explained in a low voice:

"The core group of Death Eaters are almost dead, and the harm is greatly reduced."

"Even if they don't die, they are only limited to the British Isles, and their scope of influence is far inferior to the Umno Party that ran rampant in Europe fifty years ago, how can they compare with the saints?"

Of course, the most important point, which Horace did not say, is that most of the Death Eaters, including Voldemort himself, were his students!

As long as the two sides don't tear their faces, he is probably still safe, and the level of fear is certainly not so high.

"But the saints are different." Horace's tone was extremely low.

"It is based on the European continent and radiates to Asia, Africa and the Americas, with powerful members all over the world.

In fact, it is the oldest surviving secret organization in the world, far from being comparable to the Death Eaters and the short-lived Umno Party. ”

"But the leaders of the Death Eaters and the Witch Clan are two generations of Dark Lords!" Nellis retorted.

"The Mystic Man and Grindelwald are indeed powerful, but how can the members of the Saints ever be weak?" Horace sighed and said:

"Many famous wizards in history are saints."

"The poet Bean, the master alchemist Isaac Newton, the first female Minister of Magic in England, Artemisia Loefkin, the founder of the Cauldron Bar, Daisy Dodley, the scruffy ghost who started the 18th-century fairy rebellion, Grigovich, the master staff maker, ......"

Speaking of a series of wizards who are famous in the history of magic, Horace quickened his pace:

"Speaking of dark wizards—Goldlot, who wrote The Most Poisonous Magic," Lohias, who is said to have possessed an Elder Wand, and Aixis, the founder of Azkaban—are all members of the Saints.

Whichever one is brought out, the strength is not much better than that of the mysterious people and Grindelwald! ”

Holaston paused, and said solemnly:

"Even if it's Grindelwald you just mentioned, he's once a member of the Saints!!"

Nellis said in disbelief: "Grindelwald is also a saint? ”

"At a very young age, he joined the Order of Saints." Horace said, his voice as soft as a whisper.

"But later, for unknown reasons, he voluntarily broke away from the Saints organization and established his own Umno Party, but he still used the symbol of the saints as his symbol."

The old man stretched out his finger and drew a triangle, circle, and a vertical line in mid-air.

After a moment of silence, Nelishi asked curiously, "...... them These people joined the saints...... Why? She speculated, "Is it to rule the world?" ”

"World domination?" Horace was amused, he glanced at his great-granddaughter and smiled:

"Silly boy, the saint really wants to rule the world, he did it hundreds of years ago, instead of being a low-key existence in the wizarding world all the time!"

"Low-key?" Nelishi tugged at the corners of her mouth and said, "Attacking the floating dragon ship is still low-key? ”

"Before this incident, it was indeed very low-key, at least much more low-key than the Death Eaters and the Witch Party." Horace shrugged.

"I don't know why they did it all of a sudden and got the attention of the International Federation of Wizards."

"Since they don't want to rule the world, what are they here for?" ”

The old man quickly told the story of the three brothers and the Grim Reaper, and then said slowly: "Chase the Deathly Hallows and the legendary Grim Reaper...... That's what they're for. ”

After listening to Nellis, the expression on her face was mixed with surprise and suspicion.

"Grandpa, this is all pure fiction and imagination, just like when I was a child, you read to me "The Wizard and the Jumping Pot", "The Fountain of Good Luck", and "The Wizard's Hairy Heart"...... It's just a fairy tale. ”

The two turned a corner and walked down a short flight of steps, and Horace stopped and whispered:

"Nelly, the point is not that you believe it or not, but that the saints really believe that the Deathly Hallows really exist."

"They also believe that there is a god of death in the world, and as long as they find the god of death, they can make a wish like the three brothers and receive the gift of death."

"There are even rumors ......" Horace's eyes were bright and mysterious.

"The leader of the saints has mastered the way to see death, so that he can encircle such a large number of famous wizards."

"The leader of the saints?" Nelishi asked, "Who is he?" ”

"How could I possibly know?" Horace said in a deep voice:

"The saints are divided into thirty-three levels in total, and there are circles within the circle, and only the saints of the highest rank know who the leader is."

Nelishi felt more and more ridiculous, and she folded her two thin arms folded in front of her chest, and stared at the old man with a pair of hind-like eyes.

"Grandpa...... You wouldn't be a member of the saints too, would you? ”

"I ......" Horace was taken aback, he took a half step back, and hurriedly denied:

"Don't talk nonsense, of course I'm not."

"And how do you know that?" Nellis asked.

"It's just hearsay." Horace said, "Grandpa, I've lived so old and met so many wizards, it's normal for me to know something. ”

"Okay, don't keep talking about it, it's weird." The old man was a little uncomfortable and said:

"I'm going to the other cabins and contact other wizards for the evening dinner." Horace turned around, waved his hand, and said:

"Nellis, those potions that Rove gave, can you help identify the ingredients...... Thank you for your hard work. ”

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