Harry Potter and the Great Old Ones.

Chapter 802
“Their father and mother gods awoke from their slumber a few years ago and proclaimed the birth of a new evil god whose birth will end this era and usher in a completely new one, according to His will,” Professor Frolov said.

"You mean the end of the world?" Mitchell McGann asked doubtfully. "You're guessing that Mr. Tyella is that evil god?"

"I don't know," Professor Frolov shrugged. They had already entered the canteen on the fishing boat and immediately smelled a pungent salty and fishy odor.

The canteen was not spacious, and the wooden tables and chairs looked quite old, covered with scratches and stains. An old fishing net and some fishing gear hung on the wall, showing that the decoration here was very simple and unpretentious.

The cafeteria floor was a bit greasy, and the cleaning didn't seem to be going very quickly.

The smell of food and cooking fumes filled the air, making the space feel stuffy and poorly ventilated. The cloth on the table was worn and tattered, covered in food grease.

The restaurant's kitchen was semi-open, with some used pots and pans piled up to the side, and traces of cooking still remaining on the greasy stove.

The wall clock has stopped working; its hands are stuck on a blurry number, seemingly unnoticed for a long time.

Some fishing boat workers were sitting in the canteen. Their clothes were covered in salt and fishy smells, and their faces were covered in sweat and oil.

They sat together, talking and laughing loudly, with occasional rude laughs. Several plates of simple home-style dishes were laid out on the table; though simple, they looked like freshly caught seafood.

Meanwhile, the wizard under Tiera, Jeffrey Rocky, sat at another table with two large iron basins in front of him. One basin contained a rich and slightly fishy seafood stew, while the other contained a large bowl of seafood fried rice.

“Hey! Professor! Lunch is here?” One of the crew members on the fishing boat greeted Mitchell McGann and Professor Frolov warmly. “Yes, thank you for your hospitality!” Professor Frolov replied politely, then walked toward the table where Jeffrey Rocky was sitting.

“Professor Frolov,” Jeffrey Rocky nodded in greeting.

“Hello, Jeffrey Rocky,” Professor Frolov nodded in greeting.

“You absolutely must try their seafood stew.” After a brief, awkward silence, Jeffrey Rocky said, “It looks like swill and smells a bit fishy, ​​but it tastes absolutely delicious.”

"Thank you, Mr. Rocky."

Clearly, with Jeffrey Rocky present, Professor Frolov and Mitchell McGann could no longer discuss Tierra, so the three of them sat together at a wooden table and silently enjoyed their lunch.

The fishing boat crew at the next table had finished their meal, but instead of leaving the canteen, they started playing cards.

Noise and laughter came from the side. Chips and playing cards were piled on the table. The crew members sometimes nervously observed their hands, and sometimes laughed loudly, sharing their feelings of victory or defeat.

Meanwhile, Jeffrey Rocky, Professor Frolov, and Mitchell McGann ate their meal quietly nearby.

(End of this chapter)