Harry Potter and the Great Old Ones

Chapter 821

After receiving Tierra's approval, Jonathan Hadley immediately contacted the other vehicles in the convoy via walkie-talkie and adjusted the convoy's direction using navigation, heading towards the George Crater.

Their convoy drove through the yellow sand, leaving shallow tire tracks in the sand. All around was silent, except for the faint whistling of the wind blowing across the desert and the rumble of the convoy as it passed.

As they drew closer to George Crater, a thin layer of dust gradually settled in the sky, obscuring the blazing sun and dimming the entire world.

Tierra sat in the back seat of the jeep, her eyes half-open, as if she were dozing off.

However, Jonathan Hadley, sitting next to Tierra, had a completely different expression. He was extremely excited and talking rapidly with the other geologists and climatologists in the convoy, but he kept his voice down as much as possible for fear of disturbing their big spender.

The convoy continued towards George Crater.

The yellow sand in the desert was kicked up by the convoy, forming a golden wave of dust that looked like a flowing golden river from afar.

Although Tiera's eyes were closed, he didn't seem to be truly asleep; a slight smile played on his lips.

If Harry, Hermione, or anyone else familiar with Tyrell were here, they would certainly recognize that this is Tyrell's wicked grin before she does something bad.

However, at this moment, Jonathan Hadley was completely overwhelmed by excitement and nervously adjusted the speed and direction of the vehicles to ensure that the convoy could reach its destination smoothly.

As the convoy approached the George Crater, the desert landscape began to appear increasingly desolate and mysterious.

A thick layer of dust, like a thin veil, drifted in the air, blocking out the scorching sunlight and shrouding everything in a hazy yellow hue.

Their visibility has decreased drastically.

In this environment, Jonathan had to be more careful in directing the convoy to avoid accidents due to poor visibility.

He adjusted the convoy's route from time to time to ensure that the safest and smoothest path was chosen.

As the convoy approached the edge of George Crater, the sandstorm made visibility so low that the convoy's speed could only be described as snail's pace. Then, turning to Tierra with some concern, he said, "We're almost there, Mr. Lockhart."

"Well, because of the weather, we may need to walk for a while before we can actually enter the crater area."

“It’s alright, we can chat now.” Then Tiera feigned curiosity and asked, “Is the weather always this bad here?”

“Yes, Mr. Lockhart,” Jonathan replied. “These out-of-season sandstorms often happen here.”

"Have you found the cause?" Tierra asked again.

“No, not yet,” Jonathan replied. “Isn’t that why we’re here? To investigate the causes of these dust storms.” “Hmm,” Tierra nodded. “What do you think might be the cause?”

"It's probably due to geomagnetic disturbances, or the presence of iron ore or magnetic material in the sand here. In any case, we need to take samples to determine the specific cause."

“Geomagnetic disturbance?” Tiera muttered for a moment, then shook her head. “No, no, it’s caused by the remnants of dark magic.”

"Remnants of dark magic?" Jonathan Hadley was taken aback for a moment, then rolled his eyes inwardly.

“1.4 million years ago, this meteorite struck the Earth.” Tierra pretended not to hear Jonathan Hadley’s inner monologue and continued, “But before it struck the Earth, it passed through the ST-2397 star system and collided with a dark planet recorded in the Book of Marcus.”

“Oh, the Book of Marcus. The Dark Planet,” Jonathan Hadley began to drawl, struggling to suppress the urge to roll his eyes.

“The planet is called Eris, a place shrouded in mystery and darkness, enveloped in thick fog and shadowy infernos. Its surface is covered with bizarre terrain, such as twisted rocks, treacherous valleys, and hidden caves, many of which conceal unknown dangers and unpredictable forces.” Tiera, unfazed by Jonathan Hadley’s dismissive attitude, continued, “The climate on Eris is unusually cold and gloomy. The sky is always shrouded in a hazy black mist, through which starlight rarely penetrates, blurring the line between day and night.”

“On this planet dwells a great god, whom we humans would call the Great Old One of Illusion,” Tiera explained.

“Oh, the Great Old Ones.” Jonathan Hadley’s eyelids twitched wildly, and he could barely suppress the urge to roll his eyes.

But then I thought—

This sugar daddy, Minced Meat, is a bit eccentric and has an extreme belief in the so-called black magic and those fantastical and unbelievable Outer Gods and Old Gods, but he's very generous with his money!
They invested £800,000 initially and promised to provide additional funding later.

Looking at it this way, Gilderoy Lockhart is indeed a good investor.

His somewhat eccentric personality might even be considered part of his charm, after all.
Such a mysterious person wouldn't steal their own first work!
They wouldn't steal their own student's first authorship!
“This unique climate and environment provided fertile ground for Irmis’s dark magic, allowing him to manipulate fear and illusion more easily, further strengthening his dominance on this planet,” Tiera continued, then glanced at Jonathan Hadley, noticing he was struggling to suppress the urge to roll his eyes.

“You don’t believe me, do you?” Tierra asked.

"Huh? What? No...no...nothing like that." Jonathan Hadley quickly rubbed his eyelids and said, "I...I just...I didn't sleep well last night, my eyelids are a little tense."

However, what Jonathan Hadley was thinking at that moment was: Nobody believes that!
"I see," Tiera said, not exposing his lie, but simply nodding slightly.

"Shall we continue?" Tierra asked politely.

“Please tell me, I’m very interested in your… um… story.” Neilson Hadley ultimately couldn’t take off his long gown, nor could he let go of the values ​​and scientific attitude he had upheld for over forty years.

“That’s what I’m worried about.” Tierra frowned slightly, showing a concerned expression.