Chapter 3 The Consolation of the Soul
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Bai Bai Le Kai Shui
Hampshire Welfare Village.
The village named after the family is not big. Except for the large manor at the end, there are only a dozen or so households around it.
Moreover, these people are all Muggles and have no idea that there are several magic wizards living in the manor surrounded by tall fences.
In other words, they can't even see the manor.
A large number of Muggle expulsion spells have been cast here, as well as some protective magic that has existed since ancient times. Even ordinary wizards will only see an ordinary manor.
According to memory, Tver often ran to the village to play when he was a child, and then disappeared in the surprised eyes of his friends.
But after doing this too much, his mother no longer allowed him to tease his Muggle friends anymore.
At the door of the peaceful manor, there was a soft "bang" sound, and a figure appeared spinning.
It was Tver who had come back after a long journey.
However, before entering the UK, he first used the Portkey to transmit internationally.
It has to be said that long-distance transmission is more labor-intensive than a door key.
Unlike Apparition, Portkey is not a space magic similar to teleportation, but a flying magic that moves forward rapidly.
Therefore, compared to Apparition, Portkeys save more magic power and are safer.
As soon as Tver stood still, the door of the manor automatically opened to him, and a small elf stood behind and saluted him respectfully.
This elf has two big bat-like ears and a pair of eyes that protrude outward.
This is the Welfare family's house elf, Jeff.
But unlike other elves, he was wearing a clean and neat white robe.
"Good afternoon, Master Welfare. Welcome home. The master and his wife are already waiting for you." The house elf's voice was a bit sharp, and his eyes were even filled with tears when he raised his head.
"Long time no see, Jeff." A smile appeared on Tver's face. When he first touched the ring and was weak, Jeff was still taking care of him.
Although for wizards, it is natural for house elves to take care of their owners, but as a time traveler, Tver obviously cannot enjoy the care of others as a matter of course.
So after convincing his parents and Jeff, Tver gave Jeff a robe. As long as he wanted, he could leave the Welfare family at any time and become a truly free elf.
Of course, with Jeff's feelings for the family, Tver couldn't even drive him away.
Jeff wiped away his tears, he should be happy that the young master is back.
"If you haven't come back for so long, Madam will be nagging you for a long time."
Speaking of this, Tver got a headache and didn't know if his father could help at this time.
He thought all the way and finally came to the conclusion that his father was completely unreliable.
"Hey, come and see who this is, candidate for Minister of Magic?"
A woman with an exquisite face was leaning against the door of the house, the smile on her face could not be stopped. Fortunately, the years had not left many traces on her.
This is Turwell's mother, Brinda Foley.
Hearing this, a man with a simple face poked his head out from the other direction. When he saw Tver standing at the door, his eyes suddenly lit up.
He opened his mouth, but before the words came out, he was choked back by the cough of the woman next to him.
He gave Tver a begging look and retracted his head.
This unreliable man is his father, Mills Foley.
"Of course he is your son who is gentle, dignified, kind, beautiful, generous and virtuous."
Tver emphasized the previous adjective, and then gave Brinda's shoulder two flattering blows.
"Come on," Brinda turned and walked in, with a hint of crying in her voice, "My son will not go home for two years."
broken!
In order to study the secret of the curse, Tver has not come back to spend even one day of vacation since last summer vacation.
I don’t know why, but the concept of family ties is very important in my family. During the seven years he studied at Durmstrang, the exhausted owl could circle the manor twice.
But to be honest, this feeling is very warm.
Especially under the pressure of his race against death, the warmth of family affection was the main reason for him to persevere.
So Tver didn't want to destroy this family relationship and become an indifferent person.
He caught up with his mother and wanted to explain what he had planned in advance, but the moment he stepped across the threshold.
"surprise!"
His father hid behind the door, jumped out and waved his magic wand, and the ceiling of the house was instantly filled with beautiful fireworks of different colors.
Jeff also rushed out from the side and screamed: "Congratulations to the young master on his birthday!"
The originally bright house suddenly became dim. His mother was holding a large cake with the twisted word "18" on it. As she exhaled, the candles on it were lit and illuminated. Looking at her face.
"Maybe it's not very good-looking. I tried for several days and couldn't do it as well as your father, but I can't tell you!" Brinda glared threateningly at Mills, who was snickering aside.
"No, I like it very much," Tver said softly.
"I'm sorry you don't like it," Brinda herself was amused when she said this, "Before blowing out the candles, remember to make a wish!"
Wizards don't make wishes on their birthdays, but Tver didn't know it when he first traveled through time, so he foolishly made a wish for a long life.
Since then, birthday wishes have become a tradition in the Foley family.
With his hands clasped together at the chin, Tver closed his eyes and said silently in his heart.
"I hope my parents can live a healthy and safe life."
Under the expectant eyes of Brinda and Mills, he opened his eyes, leaned down slightly, and blew out the eighteen candles above.
As soon as she swung the cake, Mills next to her caught it skillfully, but Brinda didn't even look at her husband and opened her arms to hug Tver.
"Happy birthday, son!"
"Thank you, Mom, I'm very happy."
Tweel suddenly felt guilty. The original owner had such good parents, but he was replaced by him.
All he can do now is to do better than his original intention in order to make up for some of the guilt in his heart.
"Don't worry about being happy yet," Brinda smiled and let go of her arms, "As your punishment for not going home for two years——"
Mills handed the cake back in time, "Just finish the cake!"
Tver: "..."
So at dinner time, Tver sat at the dining table, enjoying the entire big cake to himself, and had to watch his family, including Jeff, enjoy the French meal carefully prepared by his father.
As we all know, the advantage of cakes is that they are generally not very unpalatable, but once they become unpalatable, they are really unpalatable and cannot be solved by taste.
At home, his father Mills knows how to make exquisite French dishes. Due to his previous life, Teville can also cook some Chinese dishes. Not to mention Jeff, as a house elf, is proficient in all popular European dishes.
Only Brinda, even the three famous British dishes: fish, chips and fish and chips are not cooked well, let alone this cake, which is said to have taken a week to learn.
"Okay, come here and try the cheese-baked crabs your father made." Brinda looked at her son's expression of despair and knew enough was enough, so she brought out the dishes she had planned for him.
The village named after the family is not big. Except for the large manor at the end, there are only a dozen or so households around it.
Moreover, these people are all Muggles and have no idea that there are several magic wizards living in the manor surrounded by tall fences.
In other words, they can't even see the manor.
A large number of Muggle expulsion spells have been cast here, as well as some protective magic that has existed since ancient times. Even ordinary wizards will only see an ordinary manor.
According to memory, Tver often ran to the village to play when he was a child, and then disappeared in the surprised eyes of his friends.
But after doing this too much, his mother no longer allowed him to tease his Muggle friends anymore.
At the door of the peaceful manor, there was a soft "bang" sound, and a figure appeared spinning.
It was Tver who had come back after a long journey.
However, before entering the UK, he first used the Portkey to transmit internationally.
It has to be said that long-distance transmission is more labor-intensive than a door key.
Unlike Apparition, Portkey is not a space magic similar to teleportation, but a flying magic that moves forward rapidly.
Therefore, compared to Apparition, Portkeys save more magic power and are safer.
As soon as Tver stood still, the door of the manor automatically opened to him, and a small elf stood behind and saluted him respectfully.
This elf has two big bat-like ears and a pair of eyes that protrude outward.
This is the Welfare family's house elf, Jeff.
But unlike other elves, he was wearing a clean and neat white robe.
"Good afternoon, Master Welfare. Welcome home. The master and his wife are already waiting for you." The house elf's voice was a bit sharp, and his eyes were even filled with tears when he raised his head.
"Long time no see, Jeff." A smile appeared on Tver's face. When he first touched the ring and was weak, Jeff was still taking care of him.
Although for wizards, it is natural for house elves to take care of their owners, but as a time traveler, Tver obviously cannot enjoy the care of others as a matter of course.
So after convincing his parents and Jeff, Tver gave Jeff a robe. As long as he wanted, he could leave the Welfare family at any time and become a truly free elf.
Of course, with Jeff's feelings for the family, Tver couldn't even drive him away.
Jeff wiped away his tears, he should be happy that the young master is back.
"If you haven't come back for so long, Madam will be nagging you for a long time."
Speaking of this, Tver got a headache and didn't know if his father could help at this time.
He thought all the way and finally came to the conclusion that his father was completely unreliable.
"Hey, come and see who this is, candidate for Minister of Magic?"
A woman with an exquisite face was leaning against the door of the house, the smile on her face could not be stopped. Fortunately, the years had not left many traces on her.
This is Turwell's mother, Brinda Foley.
Hearing this, a man with a simple face poked his head out from the other direction. When he saw Tver standing at the door, his eyes suddenly lit up.
He opened his mouth, but before the words came out, he was choked back by the cough of the woman next to him.
He gave Tver a begging look and retracted his head.
This unreliable man is his father, Mills Foley.
"Of course he is your son who is gentle, dignified, kind, beautiful, generous and virtuous."
Tver emphasized the previous adjective, and then gave Brinda's shoulder two flattering blows.
"Come on," Brinda turned and walked in, with a hint of crying in her voice, "My son will not go home for two years."
broken!
In order to study the secret of the curse, Tver has not come back to spend even one day of vacation since last summer vacation.
I don’t know why, but the concept of family ties is very important in my family. During the seven years he studied at Durmstrang, the exhausted owl could circle the manor twice.
But to be honest, this feeling is very warm.
Especially under the pressure of his race against death, the warmth of family affection was the main reason for him to persevere.
So Tver didn't want to destroy this family relationship and become an indifferent person.
He caught up with his mother and wanted to explain what he had planned in advance, but the moment he stepped across the threshold.
"surprise!"
His father hid behind the door, jumped out and waved his magic wand, and the ceiling of the house was instantly filled with beautiful fireworks of different colors.
Jeff also rushed out from the side and screamed: "Congratulations to the young master on his birthday!"
The originally bright house suddenly became dim. His mother was holding a large cake with the twisted word "18" on it. As she exhaled, the candles on it were lit and illuminated. Looking at her face.
"Maybe it's not very good-looking. I tried for several days and couldn't do it as well as your father, but I can't tell you!" Brinda glared threateningly at Mills, who was snickering aside.
"No, I like it very much," Tver said softly.
"I'm sorry you don't like it," Brinda herself was amused when she said this, "Before blowing out the candles, remember to make a wish!"
Wizards don't make wishes on their birthdays, but Tver didn't know it when he first traveled through time, so he foolishly made a wish for a long life.
Since then, birthday wishes have become a tradition in the Foley family.
With his hands clasped together at the chin, Tver closed his eyes and said silently in his heart.
"I hope my parents can live a healthy and safe life."
Under the expectant eyes of Brinda and Mills, he opened his eyes, leaned down slightly, and blew out the eighteen candles above.
As soon as she swung the cake, Mills next to her caught it skillfully, but Brinda didn't even look at her husband and opened her arms to hug Tver.
"Happy birthday, son!"
"Thank you, Mom, I'm very happy."
Tweel suddenly felt guilty. The original owner had such good parents, but he was replaced by him.
All he can do now is to do better than his original intention in order to make up for some of the guilt in his heart.
"Don't worry about being happy yet," Brinda smiled and let go of her arms, "As your punishment for not going home for two years——"
Mills handed the cake back in time, "Just finish the cake!"
Tver: "..."
So at dinner time, Tver sat at the dining table, enjoying the entire big cake to himself, and had to watch his family, including Jeff, enjoy the French meal carefully prepared by his father.
As we all know, the advantage of cakes is that they are generally not very unpalatable, but once they become unpalatable, they are really unpalatable and cannot be solved by taste.
At home, his father Mills knows how to make exquisite French dishes. Due to his previous life, Teville can also cook some Chinese dishes. Not to mention Jeff, as a house elf, is proficient in all popular European dishes.
Only Brinda, even the three famous British dishes: fish, chips and fish and chips are not cooked well, let alone this cake, which is said to have taken a week to learn.
"Okay, come here and try the cheese-baked crabs your father made." Brinda looked at her son's expression of despair and knew enough was enough, so she brought out the dishes she had planned for him.
