The oil lamp hanging on the wall emits orange light, illuminating the deep corridor through the leaded glass lampshade.
Nelisi stepped on the thick carpet and walked towards her cabin in a hurry. She played with the potion vials in her hands while observing her great-grandfather.
She knew her great-grandfather very well. He especially liked to make friends with geniuses and famous wizards and include them in his network.
And Rolf Scamander is satisfied with both. He is also the most popular wizard in the magic world at the moment. He has a fatal attraction for the old man that is comparable to pineapple preserves.
In the past, he would have stayed in Luo Fu's room for a long time, dragging him to chat, but today, uncharacteristically, he only chatted with him for a while and then left in a hurry... It was really too abnormal.
The turning point of everything came from Rove's mention of the word "saint."
Nailishi observed it for a long time, and finally couldn't help but ask: "Grandpa, are saints... really so scary?"
Horace shrank his head in fear and whispered:
"Of course it's scary. Didn't you see them attack the floating dragon boat carrying representatives of the International Confederation of Wizards last year? It's really heartbreaking!"
"Death Eaters didn't attack the Quidditch World Cup?" Nellie said, "But you... don't seem that afraid."
Horace was silent for a moment and explained in a low voice:
"The core group of Death Eaters are almost dead, and the danger is greatly reduced."
"Even if they are not dead, they are only limited to the British Isles, and their scope of influence is far inferior to that of the Wiccan Party that ran rampant in Europe fifty years ago. How can they compare with the Saints?"
Of course, the most important point that Horace did not mention was that most of the Death Eaters, including Voldemort himself, were his students!
As long as the two sides don't break up, he is probably safe, and his level of fear is certainly not that 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 existing secret organization in the world, far beyond the comparison of the Death Eaters and the short-lived Wiccan Party."
"But the leaders of the Death Eaters and the Wiccan Party are two generations of Dark Lords!" Nelisi retorted.
"Mysterious Man and Grindelwald are indeed powerful, but how can the members of the Saints be weak?" Horace sighed and said:
"Many famous wizards in history are saints."
"The poet Beedle, the master of alchemy Isaac Newton, Britain's first female Minister of Magic Artemisia Lufkin, and Daisy Dodry, the founder of the Leaky Cauldron, launched the Goblin Rebellion in the 18th century.
The sloppy Lara, the staff-maker Grigovitch..."
Horace talked about a series of famous wizards in the history of magic, and he spoke faster:
"Speaking of dark wizards - Godlott who wrote "Poisonous Magic", Loxias who is said to have owned the Elder Wand, Extis, the founder of Azkaban - they all also
Is a member of the Saints.
Whichever one you choose, their strength is comparable to that of Mysterious Man and Grindelwald!"
Horace paused and said seriously:
"Even the Grindelwald you just mentioned, he was once a member of the Saints!!"
Nelisi said in disbelief: "Grindelwald is also a saint?"
"He joined the Saints when he was very young," Horace said, his voice as soft as a whisper.
"However, later due to unknown reasons, he voluntarily broke away from the Saints organization and established his own Wu Cui Party. However, he still used the symbols of the Saints as his own logo."
The old man stretched out his finger and drew a triangle, a circle and a vertical line in mid-air.
After a moment of silence, Nelisi asked curiously: "They...these people joined the saints...for what purpose?" She guessed: "Is it to rule the world?"
"Ruling the world?" Horace was amused. He glanced at his great-granddaughter and said with a smile:
"Silly boy, the saint really wanted to rule the world. He did it hundreds of years ago, instead of just existing low-key in the magical world!"
"Low-key?" Nelisi twitched her lips and said, "Is attacking the floating dragon ship low-key?"
"Before this incident, I was indeed very low-key, at least much more low-key than the Death Eaters and Wiccan Party." Horace shrugged.
"I don't know why they suddenly did this and attracted the attention of the International Federation of Wizards."
Nailishi pondered: "If they don't want to rule the world, then why do they exist?"
The old man quickly told the story of the three brothers and the God of Death, and then slowly said: "Chasing the Deathly Hallows and the legendary God of Death...this is their purpose."
After listening to Nellie's poem, the expression on her face was a mixture of surprise and suspicion.
"Grandpa, these are all pure fiction and imagination, just like the "The Wizard and the Hopping Cauldron", "The Fountain of Good Luck", "The Wizard's Hairy Heart" you read to me when I was a child... they are just fairy tales.
"
The two turned a corner and walked down a short flight of steps. Horace stopped and whispered:
"Nellie, the point is not whether you believe it or not, but that the saints really believe that the Deathly Hallows exist."
"They also believe that there really is a God of Death in the world. As long as you find the God of Death, you can make a wish like the three brothers and receive gifts from the God of Death."
"There are even rumors..." Horace's eyes were bright and mysterious.
"The leader of the saints has mastered the method of meeting the God of Death, so he can win over such a large number of famous wizards."
"The leader of the saints?" Nelisi asked, "Who is he?"
"How could I know?" Horace said in a deep voice:
"There are thirty-three levels of saints in total, and there are circles within circles. Only the saints of the highest level know who the leader is."
Nailishi felt more and more ridiculous. She folded her two thin arms in front of her chest and stared at the old man with a pair of doe-like eyes.
"Grandpa...you are also a member of the saints, right?"
"I..." Horace was startled. He took half a step back and hurriedly denied:
"Don't talk nonsense, of course I'm not."
"Then how do you know so clearly?" Nellie asked.
"It's just hearsay." Horace said, "Grandpa, I have lived for such a long time and have met so many wizards. It is normal for me to know some."
"Okay, don't keep bringing up this topic, it's so scary." The old man said somewhat uncomfortably:
"I'm going to other cabins to contact other wizards for the evening dinner." Horace turned around, waved his hand and said:
"Nelisi, please help identify the ingredients of those potions given by Luofu...Thank you for your hard work."
