Harry Potter and the Old Ones

"Professor, you are not alone. I and we have all experienced similar incidents to you, which are terrifying and impact our cognition." Mitchell McGann said fearfully, "Everyone has experienced similar incidents. Confusion and doubt, but it’s this courage in pursuit of the truth that drives us forward.”

Mitchell McGann felt the pain and confusion in Professor Frolov's heart, and she knew that this was not a simple problem.

"Professor, I understand your confusion and uneasiness. The things we have encountered are indeed far beyond our previous knowledge." Mitchell McGann said gently but firmly, "But it may also mean that we are standing on The edge of science faces unprecedented fields. Perhaps this is an opportunity for us to embrace new knowledge and ideas and explore unknown territories."

"Exploring the unknown may be confusing and scary, but professor, for once, please trust us." Mitchell McGann said, "Please trust Mr. Tiera."

"Alas" Professor Frolov sighed tiredly, "Thank you, Miss Megan. I feel much better now. You can go and rest."

"Okay, professor, you rest first, and I'll check our diving equipment." Mitchell McGann said, "We have two to three days to enter the target sea area. Once the sonar on the fishing boat determines If there are any suspected signs of deep divers, we will dive immediately."

"Thank you for your hard work, Mitchell." Professor Frolov said with concern.

"It's not hard, Professor, it will be much easier after we come into contact with the deep divers," Mitchell McGann said, "As long as we express goodwill to them, we can use some magic."

Mitchell McGann talked to Professor Frolov for a few more words, and after making sure that he had no other needs, he walked out of the lounge.

After Mitchell McGann left, Professor Frolov did not immediately lie down on the bed to rest. Instead, he took another sip of the hot tea in his hand and looked at the endless undulating mountains in the distance through the cabin window with some obsession and confusion. ocean.

"Alas" Professor Frolov sighed deeply, took out one or two sleeping pills from his bedside table, took them and lay back on the bed, quietly waiting for himself to fall asleep.

"Harry! Harry!"

Harry, who was half asleep and half awake, vaguely heard several sharp and familiar female voices.

"Harry! Get up, mother!"

Then Harry was pushed hard.

The huge feeling of weightlessness suddenly woke Harry up from his sleep.

Harry woke up in panic and looked around in confusion——

Hermione's furry head was in front of his face.

After seeing that she was awake, Hermione turned around again and went to take pictures of the other person on the bed——

"Ron! Ron! Wake up! We're almost late!"

Hermione woke Ron in the same rough way.

"Hermione, it's only six o'clock." Harry muttered dissatisfied.

"We're already here!" Hermione said.

"Are you here?" Ron asked in surprise, "I remember the timetable said we didn't arrive until eight o'clock."

"Don't you have breakfast?" Hermione said, "Breakfast on the ship starts at six o'clock."

"Let's wash up and have breakfast. We'll get off the boat at exactly eight o'clock!" Hermione urged.

"Come on, Ron, don't lie back down again!" Hermione patted Ron's shoulder hard again, then turned and left the boys' room.