Chapter 457 The Founder of the Saints
Rove looked at the corpse quietly, and after looking at it for a long time, he said slowly:
"Last summer, I traveled to the United States on the Mayflower. On the way, I met Captain Carlos. When he chatted with me, he said that he had a friend named Kurga."
"He said that Kurga bought a boat and became the captain himself... went out to explore and never came back."
"Is this person Kurga?" Karin asked.
"That's right." Rove raised his eyes to meet the girl's gaze, and nodded slightly, "Captain Carlos showed me a photo of him and Kurga at the time, and that person looked exactly like the man in front of him."
It's not that there are no people with similar looks in the world. Rove has met them in his previous life. He has no blood relationship, but he looks like a stranger.
But on Kurga's neck, there was an obvious mole with black hair, and the corpse in front of him also had it.
This characteristic alone is enough to prove that he is Kurga himself.
But here comes the problem. It was fifty years ago that Kurga went out on a sea adventure. Captain Carlos was already old at the same age, and even his granddaughter was sixteen or seventeen years old.
As for Kurga, who has been missing for more than half a century, he still maintains his youthful appearance, looking like he is in his early thirties.
The years seem to have left no traces on him!
What's even more bizarre is that Carlos said that Kurga went to find the Fountain of Good Luck, but his ship turned into a ghost ship and pulled a coffin.
But his own corpse appeared in the lake where the dementor was born.
Rove was full of doubts, but unfortunately, Kurga was dead and could no longer answer his questions.
Rove didn't tell Karin too many details, and took her out of the room.
The two walked along a stone path, passed through an oak forest, and came to a house again.
Both Lysa and Kiora were imprisoned here, and the civet named Heitan was guarding the door, guarding the two of them.
Hearing the sound of footsteps, the civet turned its head and looked straight at the boy and girl.
Rove walked towards it, greeted with a smile, and asked again:
"Heitan, I may go to Berlin tomorrow, will you follow me, or go back to your original owner?"
Heitan silently raised his head, staring coldly at the boy with those black eyes.
Rove smiled warmly, reaching out to touch its fluffy fur.
Heitan opened his mouth, showing his fangs. Rove ignored its threat, and still put his hand on its head, and he whispered softly:
"Stay here, I will take good care of you, and you will like it here."
The civet stared at Rove intently, its black pupils shining with a glamorous luster, it suddenly raised its head, sniffed the boy's hand, and then licked his fingers with a rough but warm tongue.
"Thank you."
The boy scratched the coal-black fluff between the civet's ears with his hands, and it made a comfortable purring sound.
Seeing Rove laughing, Heitan gently bit his hand again, and then meowed 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!
The young man changed his posture, and after rubbing the black charcoal for a while, he stood up, looked at Lysa and Kiora in the cage, and said lightly:
"As for the two of you, you will soon be sent to the International Federation of Wizards, where you will be greeted for the rest of your life."
Of course, before leaving, Rove will erase the memory of the two of them, making them forget about this place.
Hearing the boy's words, Lysa trembled all over, and she shouted hoarsely:
"Please, let me go! You can do whatever you want to me, and I am willing to sacrifice myself for you."
Karin was rolling black charcoal, when she heard this, she raised her head and glared at Lysa in disgust.
"Shut up, you spineless slut!" Kiora also growled lowly at Lysa, and he stared at Rove again, his long face contorted with excitement.
"The saints will not let you go!"
"Voldemort also said similar things." Rove couldn't help laughing:
"You saints... come to Hogwarts to find me if you can. By the way, you should take advantage of Dumbledore's absence."
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, and even France, which was separated by a strip of water, was not affected much.
Grindelwald is different, he has been wreaking havoc on the European continent for many years.
As the Dumbledore who defeated Grindelwald, his international reputation is even more resounding.
Kiora may disapprove of Voldemort, the so-called Dark Lord, but she is absolutely extremely jealous and fearful of Dumbledore.
This is why Rove is not afraid of saints. After all, he is in Hogwarts, so he will come if he has the guts?
Although he is not afraid of saints, Rove also wants to know the root of this terrorist organization.
He continued to ask: "I heard that you have been talking about the saints for so long and 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 didn't speak, but Karin suddenly whispered: "The two of them probably don't know."
Rove glanced at Karin in surprise, and the girl quickly explained:
"I heard... Saints, as a kind of secret organization, are divided into thirty-three levels in total, and those who join can upgrade their level step by step by completing tasks.
Every time you reach a level, you will get a corresponding secret about the Deathly Hallows.
And low-level saints know nothing about the intelligence of high-level saints. "
"How do you know?" Rove asked curiously.
"I heard what my grandpa said." Karin stuck out her tongue and said:
"On one of the walls in Durmstrang, there is the same symbol tattooed on the chest of the witch.
It is rumored that when Grindelwald was still in school in Durmstrang, he used magic to engrave it on the wall. "
"Many students regard it as a 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 he told me what a saint is."
Rove narrowed his eyes, Gregorovich may indeed know this very well, after all, he once got the Elder Wand... although it was later stolen by Grindelwald.
The boy pondered for a moment, then suddenly remembered that Voldemort killed Gregorovich for the sake of the Elder Wand.
It seems that someday he needs to remind Karin to take her grandfather out of Germany in time.
While the young man was thinking, Karin spoke again:
"Rove, although I don't know who the current leader of the Saints is, I heard from my grandfather who its founder is."
"Who?" Ralph asked.
Karin said slightly positively:
"The poet... Beedou!"
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