I was expelled from Hogwarts?

Hearing Gregorovitch's words, Rove was extremely surprised. He never thought that the saints who didn't even own a Deathly Hallows would have such high-end goods as the relics of the Death God.

Karin was even more disbelieving, and questioned: Grandpa, could it be a fake, just to deceive an old man like you?

It's like you were fooled last year and bought a bunch of health products...all of which are IQ taxes.

Mentioning this matter, Grigorovich didn't get angry, he said angrily:

I believed too much that people who knew me would be tricked! Besides, when I joined the Saints, I was only in my early thirties, so I'm not an old man.

You don't have much to do, and you don't have enough experience. Karin crossed her arms and said, It's more normal to be fooled.

Shut up! Grigorovich glared at his granddaughter who had made things difficult for him, and said, Of course I can't be deceived. In fact, that relic showed me extraordinary power.

What power? the girl asked.

When the saints were praying to the relic, we entered a trance. The old man recalled.

Rove rarely showed a shocked expression, Have you ever entered the illusion?

Karin said a sentence almost at the same time: What is a blurred illusion?

A place between life and death. Rove looked at the girl and explained softly, You can think of it as a dying place before death.

Grigovich looked at Rove in surprise. He didn't expect him to know the secret of the Misty Illusion. It's not easy.

That's right, I wandered there for a long time, and even saw Death.

Karin stared wide-eyed, with a look of incredulity on her face, and said in a more serious tone: The god of death in the story of the three brothers?

Yes. Grigovich said seriously: The scene of the blurry illusion is a memory projection of the entrant.

I appeared on the Avenue Under the Linden Tree at that time. There were no wizards in the whole street. After I sat in front of the wand shop for a long time, a hooded guest came.

The old man lowered his voice and said, He couldn't see his face, he was tall, he said he was the god of death, and asked me what I wanted.

Both Rove and Karin held their breath and listened intently to Grigovich's story. The old man said hoarsely:

I was so madly obsessed with the Elder Wand that I asked Death to show me where it was.

The god of death guided me. The old man said with a look of reminiscence on his face, I didn't know until I left the illusion that all the saints had entered the illusion, but I was the only one who saw the god of death.

Rove and Karin looked at each other, but neither spoke.

I didn't tell anyone about this, but I broke away from the Saints organization and went alone to find the Elder Wand. Gregorovich continued:

At that time, the Elder Wand had been missing from the wizarding world for nearly fifty years.

It was last seen in the hands of the notorious Lothias, who slew the dreadful wizard Barnabas and took the Elder Wand from him.

It is not known who killed Lohias, though many people claim to have killed him, including his own mother.

I was skeptical at the time, but still followed the guidance of the God of Death, and found the wizard Akus. He was already very old at that time, and wanted to bring the Elder Wand into the tomb.

The old man's tone suddenly became agitated, So, I took the Elder Wand from him easily.

I studied the Elder Wand for a long time, it taught me a lot about wandology, and my wandmaking skills began to improve by leaps and bounds.

The wands I make are always much more powerful than others, even Ollivander is far inferior to me in this respect.

Gregorovich recounted the details, and Karin was dumbfounded, never thinking that her grandfather had ever gotten the Elder Wand.

Is that wand still in your hand? Karin asked hastily.

It's gone. The old man looked sad, and laughed at himself: I made a very stupid mistake at that time, and went around to advertise that I had the Elder Wand.

Grandpa, why did you tell it? Karin puzzled, Instead of hiding the wand?

I've been dazzled by the Elder Wand. The old man sighed:

You haven't held the Elder Wand before, and you don't know its terrifying power. I hold it, and the wizard who is much stronger than me is not my opponent at all.

I thought it impossible for any wizard to snatch it from me!

Grigovich paused for a moment, then continued: Besides, I wanted to be the most outstanding wand maker in the eyes of the world.

I want others to know that I am researching and replicating the properties of the Elder Wand into the wands I make.

Sure enough, my reputation is so great that wizards all over Europe come to buy my wand, even in Britain where Ollivander is.

Then what happened later? Karin asked curiously, How did it get lost?

One day, when I was working, a blond boy sneaked into my room and stole my wand. Grigorovich sighed:

When I was chasing him, he hit him with a stunning spell and lost the Elder Wand.

The blond boy? Karin asked curiously, Have you looked for the thief?

No. Grigovich gave an unexpected answer.

When I started, I really wanted to know who that man was, and wanted to get my wand back.

Grigovich returned to the chair and sat down. He looked outside the house and said:

Just when I was about to leave, looking at the wands all over the room, I suddenly calmed down and thought it might be a good thing that the Elder Wand was lost.

Good thing? Karin was a little puzzled.

It is indeed a good thing. Rove took over the words, As a coveted artifact, the Elder Wand has a bloody history, and the owner is usually replaced by murder.

Mr. Gregovich, as the owner of the Elder Wand, is safe and sound even though he lost it. Isn't that a good thing?

Yes. The old man looked at the boy appreciatively and said, That's what I thought at the time.

That's really a good thing to say. Karin patted her chest happily.

But you still have to pay attention. Rove looked at Grigovich and reminded:

You once revealed that you got the Elder Wand, but no one knew you lost it.

If anyone is looking for the Elder Wand, they may also find you.

Grigorovich nodded. He stroked the chair, his face full of vicissitudes, full of reminiscence.

Seeing that the old man was a little tired, Rove interrupted Karin who was still wanting to continue asking, got up and said:

That's all for today, Karin...you take me to my room.

Seeing the sign in the boy's eyes, Karin also stood up, bid farewell to the old man, and led him along the stairs and walked upstairs.

Karin whispered: Rove, do you believe what my grandpa said?

Why, don't you believe it? Rove asked.

I don't believe in saints, and I always feel that my grandfather was deceived by them. Karin shook her head and said.

Why do you say that?

What do you think... the god of death can still die? Karin raised her eyebrows and said, It can be seen that it is definitely not the body of the god of death.

Rove was speechless for a while, but suddenly remembered the ancient wizard Hufflepuff had told him.

The ancient wizard could not be killed, his body was cut into five parts and hidden by five pure-blood wizards.

The relics of the god of death...couldn't be related to ancient wizards, right?

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