Harry Potter and the Great Old Ones

Chapter 772
Tierra and Jeffrey sat by the window in Wave's Garden, admiring the restaurant's unique décor while waiting for their meal.

"You mean there are other people in the Wizarding Alliance who also have Deepborn blood?" Jeffrey asked, somewhat surprised.

Tiera nodded. "Yes, there are about a dozen other wizards besides you who have Deepborn blood. But most of them have refused."

Tierra's answer relieved Jeffrey slightly.

At least he is no longer the only wizard with this bloodline.

“Some of them haven’t even held on to the point where I need to draw a line for them. They backed down as soon as they heard they might end up like those terrible Deep Ones,” Tierra replied. “I’m not a tyrant. Of course I respect their choice. If they don’t want to, I’ll treat them to a meal and then take them back to Hogwarts.”

“Oh right, and they also give you a day’s travel allowance here,” Tierra added.

"And you don't need to worry. If any other wizards with Deepborn blood are discovered later, I will bring them here as well. If they are willing to stay, they will receive the same treatment as you and serve as your assistants, responsible for forming alliances with the Deepborn."

"So, Mr. Tierra, when shall we set off to find the Deep Ones?" Jeffrey asked.

“No rush. We don’t need to go looking for the Deep Ones. We just need to wait, and then let the Deep Ones come to us,” Tiera said.

"Coming to find us?" Jeffrey asked, puzzled. "Given the current situation, shouldn't we find them as soon as possible?"

“That makes sense, but we can’t go to the deep sea where the Deep Ones live. To be precise, I can’t enter the deep sea where the Deep Ones reside,” Tiera said with some helplessness. “The leaders of the Deep Ones are the Father God Dagon and his consort, the Mother Goddess Hydra. They are two divine beings on the same level as me. Entering their territory or their people’s territory without their permission is tantamount to declaring war on them. Especially since the Great Cthulhu, a great Great Old One, slumbers somewhere in the deep sea. I don’t want to come into contact with him now.” “That’s why I brought you here.”

At this point, their dishes were served one by one to the table.

Tierra kept quiet for the time being.

"Please enjoy your dinner!" the brown-haired waiter said in a cheerful voice.

"Thank you." Tierra took a twenty-pound note from her pocket and placed it on the waiter's empty tray. "Have a nice day."

"Thank you, sir, thank you!" The waiter left even happier.

“That’s why I brought you here,” Tiera said. “Deepseas rarely come ashore. They have little interest in anything on land except for beautiful women, precious metals, and the plastic products that Muggles have produced since the Industrial Revolution.”

“They’ll trade those plastics with humans using some delicious fish that only live in the deep sea,” Tierra explained. “But the timing of their trades is uncertain, and besides that, the only thing that can interest them is you, their hybrid offspring with humans.”

(End of this chapter)