Harry Potter and the Old Ones

"This is another evidence of the speculation I mentioned before." Tiera said while cutting the shrimp and lamb chops on the plate, as if giving a lecture.

"Of course, this evidence is not very complete. I have not had the opportunity to directly observe and come into contact with these deep divers." Tiera sighed regretfully, "I cannot touch the ocean."

"To be precise, I try not to touch the ocean. I am a newly supported divine creature. I am so young that they are wary of me."

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

"Some of them had very in-depth conversations with the deep divers, and I got the contents of their conversations."

"One of the researchers, a Muggle named Hallelujah Frolov, is a geologist. When he was investigating the geological structure of Surtsey Island, he was lucky. Or rather unfortunate. Lost on a desert island with a large group of troops, he encountered a strange creature while surviving on the desert island." Tiera sighed, "He lived with the strange creature for three days until the rescue team found him. The strange creature disappeared just the night before."

"Although Professor Frolov calls that strange creature a toad man, I believe it is a deep diver." Tiera said.

"The following monograph published by Professor Frolov, "Journey to Suterte: My Dialogue with the Toad Man", a few words in this book also confirm this point." Tiera said, putting down her right hand. Fork, gently pushed on the table——

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

On the cover of the book is a picture of a man with a toad's head that seems to have been drawn by a third-rate artist.

Although the painting is very crude, it is very expressive. A few simple pencil sketches depict the twisted and disgusting appearance features of the deep diver.

"This is the most detailed information about the deep divers we have obtained from the human world so far." Tiera said, "After we stay at the hotel, you can read this book carefully to understand the information we are about to face. The right alien."

"Okay, Mr. Tiera." Jeffrey ate all the shrimp and mutton chops in front of him in two bites, then eagerly wiped his hands with a napkin, and picked up Tiera's dish that was placed on the dining table. Book, curiously opened the cover.

Under the rough and vivid portrait, there are lines of closely arranged text, revealing the author's exploration and understanding of the deep diver race.

"There's no need to be in such a hurry." Tiera gently took out the book in Jeffrey's hand and said, "We have plenty of time."

"Enjoy the food now," Tiera said.

"Okay, Mr. Tiera" Jeffrey nodded hesitantly and picked up the knife and fork.

"Mr. Etiela, I have a question." After a moment, Jeffrey asked thoughtfully.

"You said in class," Jeffrey said, "There are no permanent friends, only permanent interests."

"Yes, you are a very good student." Tiera said.

"Since the deep divers are such a highly self-sufficient race, what kind of benefits can we use to impress them?"