Harry Potter and the Great Old Ones

Chapter 544 The night is beautiful tonight, look up and see!
The commotion on the Dover Strait continued until midnight, until the moon was high in the sky, until the first person looked up at the moon—

The moon tonight seems exceptionally radiant, its light as brilliant as snow, as intense as fire, and as eerie as if it could truly burn people, silently showering the bustling camp on the Dover Strait with an inexplicable and indescribable hue.

The camp was filled with singing and dancing, and was unusually noisy. Aurors from different countries' Ministries of Magic were in their own camps, as if they were on a business trip, freely expressing their enthusiasm and joy around the campfire.

"Shouldn't we be setting off?" Thankfully, some people still remembered why they came out. They looked up at the moon, seemingly calculating the timing for the mass werewolf transformations within the British Ministry of Magic. "Now, the moon—"

But he only glanced at it before he froze, a look of fascination flashing across his face, which then quickly transformed into a strange smile—

"The night is beautiful tonight, look up and see."

The wizards who were with him looked up curiously when they heard his strange remark.

“Yes, the night is beautiful tonight, why not look up and take a look?” Tiera said with a faint smile as she floated high in the sky, looking down at the faces that were raised over the Strait of Dover.

Then Tiera herself raised her head and looked at the moon, her face filled with a dreamy expression, as if she were basking in the sunlight or soaking in a hot spring.

Five minutes earlier, on the moon, a bright red figure appeared through a dazzling portal on the barren, cratered surface of the moon.

Tonight is a full moon, and the scorching sunlight is relentlessly pouring onto the lunar surface, making the temperature of the moon's surface comparable to that of hellish lava.

However, the figure who had just stepped out of the portal didn't seem to care about the temperature and strolled leisurely across the lunar surface.

"Tenderness and love? Heh," the figure, or rather Tiera, chuckled faintly, then raised her head, gazing at Earth from the moon—

“Tenderness and love,” Tiera sighed softly, then opened her arms.

"Then I'll show you my tenderness and love!" Tiera's body gradually grew larger and larger, like a giant cross standing on the moon, and then—

One drop. Two drops. Three drops.
Water droplets of an inexplicable color dripped from Tiera's raised arms, falling like raindrops onto the moon.

The water droplets dripped faster and faster, until gradually they gathered into a river, cascading down Tierra like a waterfall.

Rivers whose colors cannot be described converge into a sea, which then transforms into surging waves, spreading towards the lunar surface with inexplicable and indescribable hues.

"Hahahaha!" Tiera laughed loudly, his head thrown back. His voice spread outwards in a strange way.

The giant Tiera slowly disintegrated, like a massive building suddenly collapsing, and instantly fell into the sea of ​​chaos.

The surging, chaotic waves seemed to emerge layer by layer from the point of Tiera's collapse, forming a gigantic wave. Under the scorching sun, the waves surged and chased each other, constantly turbulent, gradually growing higher and higher, louder and louder, forming towering, wall-like giant waves, like a thousand horses galloping towards the infinite distance with thunderous roars.

Layer upon layer of waves extended into the distance, gradually subsiding as time passed, like taking a breath, leaving behind a fleeting expanse of foam.

The chaotic sea on the moon reflects the intense sunlight, casting an eerie glow onto Earth.

"The night is beautiful tonight, look up and see."

One wizard after another on the shores of Dover looked up at the moonlight that shone with an eerie glow tonight.

Their eyes gradually became unfocused and scattered, as if they had seen something tangible that fascinated them.

All the wizards illuminated by the eerie moonlight felt a chill run through their bodies, then their bodies became light and they slowly rose upwards. All the wizards who looked up at the moon rose slowly, their bodies so light as to feel weightless, soaring through the air like fish on a fishing line or marionettes, flying towards the moon.

"They've already started their operation, haven't they?" In the office of the president of the Magical Society of America, President George Romney put down his work, gently rubbed his temples, and asked casually.

“Yes, Mr. Chairman.” Tommy Romney, the Chairman’s secretary and George Romney’s son, glanced at his watch and replied, “According to the plans of Mr. Plasson, the Auror Director, the raid on the British Ministry of Magic should have already begun.”

“Very good, very good.” George Romney slowly stood up, waved his hand, and brought out two glasses and a bottle of red wine from the wine cabinet by the door, pouring them for himself and Tommy respectively.

“To wealth.” George Romney raised his glass to his son, then slowly walked to the bedside, opened the curtains, and looked down at the bustling traffic below the headquarters of the Magical Association of America.

The headquarters of the Magical Society of America is located in the Walls Tower in downtown New York City. It is a Gothic building with a total height of 241 meters and 57 floors.

The office of the president of the Magical Association of America is on the top floor, the fifty-seventh floor.

"To wealth..." Tommy also raised his glass.

George Romney quietly sipped his red wine from his glass, facing the window, like a long-time ruler savoring power.

George Romney seemed tired of the mundane, bustling life of the Muggles, and turned to look up at the moon in the sky.

“That Tierra is stupid too. If it weren’t for his insistence on equality and integrating werewolf wizards into British wizarding society, we probably would still be…” George Romney looked at the moon, wanting to mock Tierra’s foolishness, but suddenly he stopped speaking—

“Mr. Chairman?” Tommy Romney noticed something was wrong and called out.

“The moon is beautiful tonight, look up and see.” George Romney’s face was full of infatuation.

“Mr. Chairman?” Tommy Romney felt a sense of foreboding.

“Father!” Tommy cried.

"The moon is beautiful tonight, look up and see." A strange smile appeared on George Romney's face.

"Father!" George's ominous premonition grew stronger.

“The moon is beautiful tonight, look up.” George Romney’s strength gradually relaxed, and the wine glass in his hand slipped and shattered on the hard marble floor with a crisp breaking sound.

Then, something happened that shocked Tommy Romney immensely—

George Romney's feet slowly left the ground, and he floated into the air.

"Father!" Tommy lunged forward, trying to grab his father, but—

Tommy's hand passed through George Romney.

George Romney continued to float upwards, as if he were just a phantom, passing through the rooftops and flying towards the moon...

(End of this chapter)