Chapter 337: Members of the Saints

The oil lamp hanging on the wall emits an orange-yellow light, which illuminates the deep corridor through the leaded glass lampshade.

Nailisi walked towards her cabin slowly on the thick carpet, playing with the potion bottles 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 satisfied both. He was the most popular wizard in the current magic world, and he had a fatal attraction to the old man comparable to pineapple candied fruit.

If it were in the past, he would definitely stay in Rolf's room for a long time and talk to him about everything. But today, he exchanged for a while and left in a hurry... It was too abnormal.

And the turning point of everything came from Rolf mentioning the word "saint".

After observing for a long time, Nairishi finally couldn't help asking, "Grandpa, are the saints... really that scary?"

Horace shrank his head in fear and whispered:

"Of course they are scary. Didn't you see them attack the floating dragon boat carrying representatives of the International Confederation of Wizards last year? They are so cruel!"

"Did the Death Eaters attack the Quidditch World Cup?" Nairishi said, "But you... don't seem to be that afraid."

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

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

"Even if they are not dead, they are only limited to the British Isles, and their influence is far less than that of the Witch Party that was rampant in Europe fifty years ago. How can they compare with the saints?"

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

As long as the two sides do not tear each other apart, he is probably still safe, and the degree 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 America, with powerful members all over the world.

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

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

"The You-Know-Who and Grindelwald are indeed very powerful, but how can the members of the Saints be weak?" Horace sighed:

"Many famous wizards in history are saints."

"Beedle the poet, Isaac Newton, the master of alchemy, Artemisia Lufkin, the first female Minister of Magic in the UK, Daisy Dodd, the founder of the Leaky Cauldron, Lara the Sloppy who launched the goblin rebellion in the 18th century, Gregorovitch, the master of wand making..."

Horace said a series of famous wizards in the history of magic, and he sped up his speech:

"Speaking of dark wizards - there are Godlot, who wrote "The Most Toxic Magic", Loxias, who is said to have owned the Elder Wand, and Extis, the founder of Azkaban - they are all members of the Saints.

Any one of them is as powerful as the mysterious man and Grindelwald! "

Horas paused and said seriously:

"Even Grindelwald, whom you just mentioned, was once a member of the Saints! ! "

Nailishi 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.

"But later, for unknown reasons, he took the initiative to leave the Saints and set up the Witch Party, but he still used the symbol of the Saints as his own symbol. "

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

After a moment of silence, Nairishi asked curiously, "They... these people joined the Saints... for what?" She guessed, "Is it to rule the world?"

"Rule the world?" Horace was amused. He glanced at his great-granddaughter and laughed:

"Silly child, if the Saints really wanted to rule the world, they would have done it hundreds of years ago, instead of always existing in the magic world in a low-key manner!"

"Low-key?" Nairishi pulled the corner 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 suddenly did this and attracted the attention of the International Confederation of Wizards."

Nairishi pondered, "Since they don't want to rule the world, what exactly do they exist for?"

The old man quickly told the story of the three brothers and the Grim Reaper, and then slowly said, "Chasing the Deathly Hallows and the legendary Grim Reaper... this is their purpose."

After listening to this, Nairishi's expression was mixed with surprise and suspicion.

"Grandfather, this is all pure fiction and imagination, just like the "Wizard and the Hopping Pot", "The Fountain of Good Luck", "The Hairy Heart of the Wizard" 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 stairs. Horace stopped and whispered:

"Nailisi, 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 is a real 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 get the gift of the god of death."

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

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

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

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

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

Nairishi felt more and more absurd. She crossed her thin arms and hugged them in front of her chest, staring at the old man with a pair of doe-like eyes.

"Grandpa...you are not also a member of the saints, right?"

"I..." Horace was startled. He took a half step back and quickly denied:

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

"Then how do you know so much?" Nairishi asked.

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

"Okay, don't keep talking about this topic, it's creepy." The old man said a little uncomfortably:

"I'm going to other cabins to contact other wizards to participate in the dinner tonight." Horace turned around and waved his hand and said:

"Nailisi, help identify the ingredients of the potions that Rolf gave me... Thank you for your hard work."

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