Harry Potter and the Great Old Ones

Chapter 774
“This is another piece of evidence for my previous speculation,” Tierra said as she cut the shrimp and lamb chops on her plate, as if she were giving a lecture.

“Of course, this evidence isn’t very conclusive. I didn’t have the opportunity to directly observe or come into contact with these deep-sea creatures,” Tiera sighed regretfully. “I can’t touch the ocean.”

"To be precise, I try not to touch the ocean. I am a newly promoted divine being, too young for them to be wary of me."

“All my information about the Deep Ones comes from that great library,” Tiera said, “as well as some investigative reports scattered throughout the Muggle world, written by Muggle occult enthusiasts.”

“Some of them had very deep conversations with the Deep Ones, and I obtained the contents of their conversations.”

“One of the researchers, a Muggle named Harleluya Frolov, was a geologist who, while investigating the geological structure of Syltsey Island, was fortunate—or rather unfortunate—to become separated from the main group on the deserted island. During his time surviving on the island, he encountered a strange creature.” Tiera sighed. “He lived with that strange creature for three days, until the night before the rescue team found him, when the strange creature disappeared.”

“Although Professor Frolov calls that strange creature a toadman, I believe it is a Deep One,” Tiera said.

"Professor Frolov's subsequent monograph, *The Journey to Sutter: My Conversations with the Toad People*, contains fragments that corroborate this point." Tiera said, setting down her fork and gently pushing it across the table.

A thin book, roughly the size of a notebook, suddenly appeared on the table.

The book cover depicted a person with a toad's head, drawn as if by a third-rate artist.

Although the drawing is very simple, it is very expressive. A few simple pencil strokes depict the twisted and disgusting features of the Deep One.

“This is the most detailed information we’ve obtained from the human world about the Deep Ones,” Tierra said. “After we check into our inn, you can read this book carefully to understand this alien race we’re about to face.” “Yes, Mr. Tierra.” Jeffrey quickly finished his shrimp and lamb chops, then eagerly wiped his hands with a napkin, picked up the book Tierra had placed on the table, and curiously opened the cover.

Beneath that rough yet lifelike portrait are lines of tightly arranged text, revealing the author's exploration and understanding of the Deep Ones race.

“No need to rush,” Tierra said gently, taking the book from Jeffrey’s hand. “We have plenty of time.”

“Let’s enjoy the food first,” Tierra said.

“Okay, Mr. Tierra,” Jeffrey nodded hesitantly and picked up his knife and fork.

“Mr. Etiella, I have a question.” After a moment, Jeffrey asked cautiously.

“You said it in class,” Jeffrey said, “there are no permanent friends, only permanent interests.”

“Yes, you are a very studious student,” Tierra said.

"Since the Deep Ones are such a highly self-sufficient race, what benefits can we offer them to entice them?"

(End of this chapter)