Chapter 16 The Founder of the Saints

Rove looked at the corpse quietly. After a long time, he slowly said: 馵

"Last summer, I took the Mayflower to the United States. On the way, I met Captain Carlos. When he chatted with me, he said that he had a friend named Kurga."

"He said Kurga once bought a ship and became the captain himself... He went out to explore and never came back."

"Is this person Kurga?" Karin asked.

"Yes." Rove raised his eyes to meet the girl's eyes and nodded slightly. "Captain Carlos showed me a photo of him and Kurga at that time. The man looked exactly like the man in front of me."

It's not that there are no people who look similar in the world. Rove had seen strangers who looked very similar without any blood relationship in his previous life.

But Kurga had a very obvious mole with black hair on his neck, and the corpse in front of him also had it.

This feature alone is enough to prove that he is Kurga himself.馵

But the problem is that it was fifty years ago that Kulja went out to sea for adventure. Captain Carlos, who was the same age, was already very old, and even his granddaughter was sixteen or seventeen years old.

And Kulja, who had been missing for more than half a century, still looked young, and looked to be just over thirty years old.

It seemed that time had not left any trace on him!

What was even more bizarre was that Carlos said that Kulja went to find the Fountain of Good Luck, but his ship turned into a ghost ship, and it was also pulling a coffin.

And his body appeared in the lake where the Dementors were born.

Rove was full of doubts, but unfortunately, Kulja was dead and could no longer answer his questions.

Rove did not tell Karin too many details and took her out of the room. 馵

The two followed a stone path, passed through an oak forest, and came to a house again.

Both Lisa and Kiora were imprisoned here, and the civet cat named Black Charcoal was guarding the door and watching over the two.

Hearing the footsteps, the civet cat turned its head and stared at the boy and girl.

Rolf walked towards it, smiled and greeted it, and then asked:

"Black Charcoal, I may go to Berlin tomorrow. Will you go with me or return to your original owner?"

Black Charcoal raised his head in silence and stared at the boy coldly with his black eyes.

Rolf smiled warmly and reached out to touch its fluffy fur.覵

Black charcoal opened its mouth, showing its fangs. Rove ignored its threats and still put his hand on its head. He whispered softly:

"Stay, I will take good care of you, and you will like it here."

The civet cat stared at Rove intently, its black pupils flashing with a cold luster. It suddenly raised its head, sniffed the boy's hand, and then licked its fingers with its rough but warm tongue.

"Thank you."

The boy scratched the black fur between the civet cat's ears with his hand, and it made a comfortable gurgling sound.

Seeing Rove laughing, Black charcoal bit his hand gently again, and then did not forget to meow arrogantly to maintain his self-esteem.

Rove restrained his smile, but there was still a smile on the corner of his mouth. It seems that his "harem" has added another general!馵

The young man changed his position and jerked off the charcoal for a while before he stood up and looked at Lysa and Kiora in the cage. He said calmly:

"As for the two of you, you will soon be sent to the International Confederation of Wizards, where you will spend the rest of your lives."

Of course, before leaving, Rolf will erase their memories so that they will forget about this place.

Hearing the young man's words, Lysa trembled all over, and she shouted at the top of her lungs:

"Please, let me go! You can do anything you want to me, I am willing to sacrifice myself for you."

Karin was jerking off the charcoal, and when she heard this, she raised her head and glared at Lysa with disgust.

"Shut up, you spineless bitch!" Kiora also roared at Lysa in a low voice, and he stared at Rolf again, his long face twisted with excitement.馵

"The Saints will not let you go!"

"Voldemort has said something similar." Rolf couldn't help but laugh:

"You Saints... come to Hogwarts to find me if you have the guts. By the way, come when Dumbledore is not around."

Hearing the name Dumbledore, Kiora shrank her neck in fear.

During Voldemort's peak period, the Death Eaters' activities were limited to the British Isles. Even France, which was close to them, was not affected much.

But Grindelwald was different. He had been wreaking havoc on the European continent for many years.

As the one who defeated Grindelwald, Dumbledore's international reputation was even more resounding. 馵

Kiora may not take Voldemort, the so-called Dark Lord, seriously, but he was absolutely wary and afraid of Dumbledore.

This was also the reason why Rolf was not afraid of the Saints. After all, he was in Hogwarts. If you have the guts, come over, right?

Although he was not afraid of the Saints, Rove also wanted to know the inside story of this terrorist organization.

He continued to ask: "I have heard you talk about the Saints for so long, and they have planned such a shocking case. Who is your leader?"

Rove was very curious about the identity of this wizard.

Lysa and Kiora looked at each other and did not speak. Instead, Karin suddenly whispered: "They may not know."

Rove glanced at Karin in surprise, and the girl quickly explained: 馵

"I heard... Saints are a secret organization with 33 levels in total. Those who join can upgrade their levels by completing tasks.

Every time you upgrade to a level, you will get the corresponding secrets about the Deathly Hallows.

And the low-level Saints know nothing about the information of the high-level Saints."

"How do you know?" Rolf asked curiously.

"I heard it from my grandfather." Karin stuck out her tongue and said:

"On a wall in Durmstrang, there is a symbol that is the same as the tattoo on the witch's chest.

It is rumored that when Grindelwald was still studying in Durmstrang, he used magic to carve it on the wall."

"Many students regard it as the symbol of Grindelwald and the Witch Party." Karin explained softly:

"Later, I asked my grandfather, and he said it was the symbol of the Deathly Hallows, and told me what the Saints are."

Rolf narrowed his eyes. Gregorovitch might really know this. After all, he once got the Elder Wand... although it was later stolen by Grindelwald.

The boy pondered for a moment, and suddenly remembered that Voldemort had killed Gregorovitch for the Elder Wand.

It seemed that he would need to remind Karin one day to take her grandfather away from Germany in time.

Just as the boy was thinking, Karin spoke again:

"Rolf, although I don't know who is the current leader of the Saints, I heard from my grandfather who founded it."

"Who?" Rolf asked.

Karin said slightly seriously:

"Poet... Beedle!"

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