Chapter 633 Family Education
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Bai Bai Le Kai Shui
After working at the Wizards' Union for nearly two months, Tver finally had time to take a breath and received a belated letter of help from Malvolio.
"Let's not talk about whether potions and magic can cure all diseases. Haven't you ever thought that the scarce resources in the magic world simply cannot allow every patient to receive magic treatment?!"
Looking at Malvolio who was shrinking his neck and saying nothing, Tver was so angry that he wanted to give him a blow.
"I didn't expect that the treatment would be so well-publicized..." Malvolio complained softly.
In fact, the effect of that publicity was not only great, it was simply explosive!
In the face of brain tumors that modern medical technology is completely helpless, magic can solve the problem quickly, safely, and even without side effects. Once this kind of thing was publicized by large and small media, almost everyone was excited.
Maybe many people are not sick themselves, but that may not be the case in the future!
Moreover, when you get old, you are prone to various geriatric diseases. In this case, ordinary people all over the world, let alone the United Kingdom, began to call on their own governments to open magic hospitals.
But the problem is that this hospital in the UK is essentially a pilot project, and various countries are still in the investigation stage. How can it be possible to build a hospital all at once?
Even if it is built, there are not so many healers and potions for treatment!
This is why the patient with an ordinary disease that Tver proposed was used as a propaganda, in fact, to show the advantages of magic such as painlessness (relatively speaking), safety, and no side effects.
In this way, magic has become a higher-end medical method for ordinary people. After magic resources such as herbal medicine are expanded, it will gradually become more popular.
But now, the magical effects of magic and potions are publicized in advance, so this "slowly" has to be accelerated.
When he thought of this, Tver couldn't help but punch Malvolio on the shoulder.
"If I hadn't asked Lucius and the others to prepare the potion workshop several years in advance and have sufficient potion reserves, otherwise if it aroused people's resentment against wizards, I would have sent you to film a movie!"
Malvolio was not annoyed, he rubbed his shoulders and looked at Tver in surprise.
"I knew you had a way. Now that we have these potion reserves, wouldn't the reputation of wizards around the world be greatly improved?!"
"Please, how long can those potion reserves last?" Tver rolled his eyes angrily.
"However, governments of various countries have seen the effects of magic hospitals and will probably be very happy to provide wizards with places to grow herbs and brew magic potions."
Tver took a sip of pumpkin juice and began to think about how to maximize the benefits.
This can be regarded as a certain degree of acceleration. High risks always bring high returns.
And it's not like he didn't expect the current situation. After all, the magic hospital itself has to serve patients, and one day it will be exposed. It's just a matter of time.
He just wanted to use this to threaten Malvolio and make him work more...
Malvolio didn't realize that he had been arranged to death. He only knew that Tver was confident again.
"Isn't that a blessing in disguise?" he said calmly.
"Do you want me to give you this blessing?" Tver glared at him coldly.
Malvolio immediately retracted his neck, not daring to be proud anymore.
"I did a good thing. If you saw that child in pain, you would probably be tougher than me..."
Malvolio defended himself in a low voice. He did not believe that Tver would not save him until he died.
At best, it means making the Prime Minister and his collaborators more comfortable in terms of means, making the matter more favorable to them in terms of public opinion, and making the effect more perfect...
"Knock knock knock."
"Professor Foley, uh..."
Crystal looked back hesitantly outside the door, feeling that her originally simple job suddenly became much heavier.
"There are three guests who claim to be your family..."
"What are you calling yourself? There are only a few of us left in the Welfare family, who else would pretend to be?!" A familiar voice retorted loudly.
Tver's movements suddenly froze, but before he could react, another equally familiar voice sounded.
"Jeff, open the door."
"Okay, ma'am."
As soon as he finished speaking, the office door opened, and Tver's long-lost parents and the elf Jeff appeared in his sight.
"Mills, when I look at the face of the British representative of the Wizards Federation and the director of the British Joint Operations Office, I always feel a little familiar. Do you know who this is?" Brinda pointed at Tver and asked in a sinister way. own husband.
"Ahem, let me take a look." Mill adjusted the non-existent glasses on his face, came over seriously, and carefully identified something on Tver's helpless face.
"It looks familiar to me, but such a big shot shouldn't be the person I expected, don't you think so, Jeff?"
The elf looked left and right in confusion, and suddenly realized that he was in a dilemma in this domestic violence scene.
But fortunately, he noticed Tver's eyes asking for help.
"This is your son, Master Tver Foley."
Tver immediately gave Jeff a thumbs up for his bravery, but within a second, the smile on his face froze again.
"Come on, whose son hasn't contacted his parents for several years, and even deliberately kicked his parents out of the house?"
At the end of her speech, Brinda's eyes were red and her voice had a hint of crying.
"Aren't I worried about your safety? After all, Voldemort's group of dark wizards are so crazy, I can't let you take such a big risk and stay in the UK, right?"
Tver hurriedly came over, pulled his mother to a chair, sat down, and poured a full glass of pumpkin juice.
"You are already fighting the Dark Lord on the battlefield, how can we enjoy it with peace of mind?" Brinda knocked Tver on the head angrily.
"If we hadn't met the Federation's International Rangers in Tibet, we would still be kept in the dark by you, Professor Welfare!"
"Ahem." Tver scratched his head awkwardly. It can't be said that he was really busy and forgot about it during this period, right?
Seeing this, Mills came over thoughtfully and explained to him.
"Okay, okay, Tver is also working hard to protect wizards. You see, the secrecy law has been abolished. As a member of the Federation, he must be very busy now."
"Then if the law is repealed, then it will be repealed." Brinda waved her hand nonchalantly.
"If you open a restaurant in London, it will be subject to frequent inspections by the Ministry of Magic. Isn't it just that you use a little meat from magical animals? What does it matter if Muggles eat some?"
"..."
Looking at the confident Brinda, Tver suddenly wondered if his idea of overturning the confidentiality law was caused by his family education...
"Let's not talk about whether potions and magic can cure all diseases. Haven't you ever thought that the scarce resources in the magic world simply cannot allow every patient to receive magic treatment?!"
Looking at Malvolio who was shrinking his neck and saying nothing, Tver was so angry that he wanted to give him a blow.
"I didn't expect that the treatment would be so well-publicized..." Malvolio complained softly.
In fact, the effect of that publicity was not only great, it was simply explosive!
In the face of brain tumors that modern medical technology is completely helpless, magic can solve the problem quickly, safely, and even without side effects. Once this kind of thing was publicized by large and small media, almost everyone was excited.
Maybe many people are not sick themselves, but that may not be the case in the future!
Moreover, when you get old, you are prone to various geriatric diseases. In this case, ordinary people all over the world, let alone the United Kingdom, began to call on their own governments to open magic hospitals.
But the problem is that this hospital in the UK is essentially a pilot project, and various countries are still in the investigation stage. How can it be possible to build a hospital all at once?
Even if it is built, there are not so many healers and potions for treatment!
This is why the patient with an ordinary disease that Tver proposed was used as a propaganda, in fact, to show the advantages of magic such as painlessness (relatively speaking), safety, and no side effects.
In this way, magic has become a higher-end medical method for ordinary people. After magic resources such as herbal medicine are expanded, it will gradually become more popular.
But now, the magical effects of magic and potions are publicized in advance, so this "slowly" has to be accelerated.
When he thought of this, Tver couldn't help but punch Malvolio on the shoulder.
"If I hadn't asked Lucius and the others to prepare the potion workshop several years in advance and have sufficient potion reserves, otherwise if it aroused people's resentment against wizards, I would have sent you to film a movie!"
Malvolio was not annoyed, he rubbed his shoulders and looked at Tver in surprise.
"I knew you had a way. Now that we have these potion reserves, wouldn't the reputation of wizards around the world be greatly improved?!"
"Please, how long can those potion reserves last?" Tver rolled his eyes angrily.
"However, governments of various countries have seen the effects of magic hospitals and will probably be very happy to provide wizards with places to grow herbs and brew magic potions."
Tver took a sip of pumpkin juice and began to think about how to maximize the benefits.
This can be regarded as a certain degree of acceleration. High risks always bring high returns.
And it's not like he didn't expect the current situation. After all, the magic hospital itself has to serve patients, and one day it will be exposed. It's just a matter of time.
He just wanted to use this to threaten Malvolio and make him work more...
Malvolio didn't realize that he had been arranged to death. He only knew that Tver was confident again.
"Isn't that a blessing in disguise?" he said calmly.
"Do you want me to give you this blessing?" Tver glared at him coldly.
Malvolio immediately retracted his neck, not daring to be proud anymore.
"I did a good thing. If you saw that child in pain, you would probably be tougher than me..."
Malvolio defended himself in a low voice. He did not believe that Tver would not save him until he died.
At best, it means making the Prime Minister and his collaborators more comfortable in terms of means, making the matter more favorable to them in terms of public opinion, and making the effect more perfect...
"Knock knock knock."
"Professor Foley, uh..."
Crystal looked back hesitantly outside the door, feeling that her originally simple job suddenly became much heavier.
"There are three guests who claim to be your family..."
"What are you calling yourself? There are only a few of us left in the Welfare family, who else would pretend to be?!" A familiar voice retorted loudly.
Tver's movements suddenly froze, but before he could react, another equally familiar voice sounded.
"Jeff, open the door."
"Okay, ma'am."
As soon as he finished speaking, the office door opened, and Tver's long-lost parents and the elf Jeff appeared in his sight.
"Mills, when I look at the face of the British representative of the Wizards Federation and the director of the British Joint Operations Office, I always feel a little familiar. Do you know who this is?" Brinda pointed at Tver and asked in a sinister way. own husband.
"Ahem, let me take a look." Mill adjusted the non-existent glasses on his face, came over seriously, and carefully identified something on Tver's helpless face.
"It looks familiar to me, but such a big shot shouldn't be the person I expected, don't you think so, Jeff?"
The elf looked left and right in confusion, and suddenly realized that he was in a dilemma in this domestic violence scene.
But fortunately, he noticed Tver's eyes asking for help.
"This is your son, Master Tver Foley."
Tver immediately gave Jeff a thumbs up for his bravery, but within a second, the smile on his face froze again.
"Come on, whose son hasn't contacted his parents for several years, and even deliberately kicked his parents out of the house?"
At the end of her speech, Brinda's eyes were red and her voice had a hint of crying.
"Aren't I worried about your safety? After all, Voldemort's group of dark wizards are so crazy, I can't let you take such a big risk and stay in the UK, right?"
Tver hurriedly came over, pulled his mother to a chair, sat down, and poured a full glass of pumpkin juice.
"You are already fighting the Dark Lord on the battlefield, how can we enjoy it with peace of mind?" Brinda knocked Tver on the head angrily.
"If we hadn't met the Federation's International Rangers in Tibet, we would still be kept in the dark by you, Professor Welfare!"
"Ahem." Tver scratched his head awkwardly. It can't be said that he was really busy and forgot about it during this period, right?
Seeing this, Mills came over thoughtfully and explained to him.
"Okay, okay, Tver is also working hard to protect wizards. You see, the secrecy law has been abolished. As a member of the Federation, he must be very busy now."
"Then if the law is repealed, then it will be repealed." Brinda waved her hand nonchalantly.
"If you open a restaurant in London, it will be subject to frequent inspections by the Ministry of Magic. Isn't it just that you use a little meat from magical animals? What does it matter if Muggles eat some?"
"..."
Looking at the confident Brinda, Tver suddenly wondered if his idea of overturning the confidentiality law was caused by his family education...
