Harry Potter and the Great Old Ones.

“But there are always results,” Tiera said, then nodded and pointed out the window. “Like this town, Padesto Town, which they discovered. It’s one of the human towns with the shortest straight-line distance to Ahu-Y’hloa, one of the three major underwater cities of the Deep Ones.”

"It's also the town with the most recorded sightings of terrifying creatures with fish heads and human bodies over the past few centuries," Tierra said. "That's why I brought you here first."

After listening to Tiera's words, Jeffrey looked out the window again, following Tiera's finger. Before him lay a quiet and ancient town under a black night sky, surrounded by lush green hills. In the distance, as Tiera pointed, stretched the boundless sea. Under the cover of night, the sea was no longer the azure blue of daytime, but a deep black, as dark as ink.

Especially tonight, the sea is completely still, like a dark mirror.

Looking at the dark sea, Jeffrey couldn't help but shiver.

"It's too late to regret it now," Tierra said with a smile. "My dear Foreign Minister."

“In Muggle terms, you’re already on the wrong side of the law,” Tierra teased.

“It’s not regret, Mr. Tierra, I just… um,” Jeffrey said, carefully choosing his words.

"Are you afraid?" Tierra asked, speaking before Jeffrey could even finish his thought.

“Yes, Mr. Tierra, I do have a slight feeling about that,” Jeffrey readily admitted.

“That’s normal; everyone is afraid of the unknown.” Tierra looked up at the sky—

The sky tonight was covered by dark clouds.

Then, Tierra, sitting opposite Jeffrey, gently closed her eyes, as if she had fallen into a light sleep.

At almost the same time, Tyella, who was either working or supervising others in London—the headquarters of the New British Magical Union, Hogwarts, New Tenham Village, and the ancient village of Fort Combe, which was under renovation—closed her eyes, seemingly in a light sleep.

Meanwhile, in the South Pacific Ocean, at 47°9′S, 126°43′W, lies a vast ocean about ten days' sailing distance from the Federated States of Micronesia. The sky is filled with dark, heavy clouds, like a thick leaden lid, with silvery lightning flashing and intertwining within them, emitting dazzling light.

"boom--"

A bolt of lightning illuminated the entire sea area.

This fleeting light did not last long, but it illuminated a figure hovering above the sea—

It was a figure wearing an overly long and elaborate papal robe. Compared to the entire ocean, it was clearly tiny, yet it stood as immovable as a mountain, suspended there.

The figure remained suspended there until countless flashes of lightning and thunder passed before it quietly rose into the air and disappeared into the sea.

After that figure left, the waves on the ocean remained unchanged, and the lightning and thunder continued as before.

Until that crimson figure disappeared.

Tiera slowly opened her eyes in all places.

"Good news and bad news." A red figure appeared in the conference room of the Golden Book Conference.

This is the true form of Tiera, which has just returned from the South Pacific.

At this moment, besides Tiera, the only other people in the Golden Book Conference room were the Thunderbird Chieftain, who had been transformed into a demon, and the African witch Maka-far-Monkasha, who was proficient in flesh magic.

Dumbledore. Neither Nicholas Lemay nor his wife, Ms. Wu Peirong, are here.