"Tourist guide?" Irina asked, somewhat puzzled.
"I'm developing the Wizarding World's tourism industry," Tierra said. "Not just the usual wizard-related attractions, like the pyramids in Egypt or Stonehenge."
"I want to develop tourist attractions that delve into the Muggle World," Tierra said. "Such as science museums, World War II memorial camps, France's Eiffel Tower, the Louvre, the Palace of Versailles, and the British Museum."
"This is only the beginning. Later, we'll set our sights on destinations much farther away." Tierra smiled. "The Moon, the Dreamlands, even... Innsmouth."
On this bustling summer night, one of the Tierras brought Jeffrey Rogge, a young official formerly of the German Ministry of Magic and now employed at Hogwarts' Dark Magic Research Institute, to Padstow, a town along the coast of Cornwall in the United Kingdom.
It was a picturesque seaside town, with azure waters, golden beaches, old buildings, and cozy guesthouses that drew tourists from far and wide.
Even though it was already seven in the evening, when shops and roadside restaurants elsewhere in the United Kingdom should have been closing down, here—
The neon signs along both sides of the street had only just lit up in vivid colors, while bursts of laughter drifted from the shops and distinctive roadside restaurants.
Carefully arranged bouquets stood before every shop, welcoming tourists who had just returned from swimming at the beach.
"Phew—" Tierra took a deep breath, then slowly let it out.
"Cough, cough, cough, cough, cough." Tierra coughed heavily several times, then said helplessly, "Even such a thriving tourism industry can't conceal the fishy stench drifting in from the deep sea."
"Um, Mr. Tierra, could you remind me again... we came here to..." Jeffrey Rogge hesitantly asked from behind Tierra.
"Mr. Rogge, I remember asking a question during your first lesson," Tierra said instead