Although they had no idea what Tver was planning, Felix and the others still accepted the task. They would use health to win over wealthy people like themselves.
"By the way, I am guessing you cannot reveal your identity freely, right?" Felix asked carefully, afraid that his tone might sound like he was threatening Tver.
After all, things were different now. His health mattered far more than pride, dignity, or anything like that.
"That is why I said you really do have a special talent for guessing." Tver shook his head with an amused smile.
"You are right. Once certain people discover the potions, or discover matters related to me, then even though I do not need to worry because of my strength, your memories related to all this, as well as the potions you might enjoy in the future, will disappear."
"So that is why we could not find any information on people like you?" Sato asked suddenly.
"That is right. Honestly, I am a little surprised you managed to dig up information on Mahoutokoro. No wonder Dumbledore said the day-student system at that school is unreasonable." Tver muttered that last part under his breath.
Mahoutokoro was the only wizarding school in the world with a day-student system. Its students started attending at the age of seven, but until they turned eleven, they had to ride giant storm petrels back and forth between home and school every day.
That kind of constant travel would have been one thing in an era without advanced technology, but the waters around Mahoutokoro were now regularly passed through by warships and fighter jets...
"So Mahoutokoro really exists?" Sato's mind immediately began to race.
"Stop dreaming. There are plenty of people like you, but most of them just have their memories erased, and everything is treated as though nothing ever happened."
Tver waved at the bodyguard and assistant he had kept frozen in place the whole time.
"Like this."
Both of them shuddered, then looked at the gathered group with blank confusion.
"Mr. Felix, did you need us for something?"
Felix opened his mouth, only to realize that the effects of magic had already frightened him so badly he could not speak.
"You can go out. I will call you if I need anything."
"All right."
The two scratched their heads and walked out, utterly baffled.
The room instantly fell silent. Even Ian, who was already used to magic, was reminded of the terror he had felt when he was about to have his memory erased.
In truth, Tver was not worried that they would expose magic to the outside world.
As long as these people were greedy enough to want to keep a tight grip on the potion business, they would never reveal the existence of wizards to the outside world, and they would never become a real threat to Tver.
No matter what little tricks they pulled in secret.
Because there was only one thing Tver truly feared. All muggles being stirred up against wizards.
At the current stage, if war between wizards and muggles came down to pure military force, then wizards, who could control minds, erase memories, and Apparate, had almost no chance of losing.
Even if muggle missiles were enough to wipe out the world's wizards several times over.
But if muggles chose to strike at the foundations of wizard survival, their supplies and their children, then the wizarding world would never be able to withstand it.
Wizards with muggle blood were the mainstream in the wizarding world. Once muggles began hunting down those wizards, along with their parents and relatives, then the wizarding world and the muggle world would be completely cut off from each other.
Because under the pressure of a mass manhunt, it would be extremely difficult for wizards to protect their muggle relatives, especially young wizard children from muggle families who had not yet grown up.
As that war of attrition dragged on, wizards would discover that their food was growing scarcer, and fewer children could attend school in peace.
Even if they could erase muggles' memories, under existing technology and the force of government propaganda, huge numbers of muggles would still keep receiving information about the wizarding world again and again.
Put simply, the wizards' disadvantage in numbers, along with the fact that most wizards were connected to muggles, naturally placed them in a weaker position in this war.
The longer the war dragged on, especially once it was measured in decades, the lower the wizards' chances of victory would become.
There would even be many cases of wizards defecting. After all, muggle-born wizards were discriminated against by pure-bloods in the wizarding world as well, so they might as well stand with the muggles.
So while Tver was feeding muggle greed toward the wizarding world, he also had to keep the muggle world divided. At the very least, they could not be allowed to maintain a united stance internally.
That was also why Tver wanted to use the profits brought by face masks and potions to win over wealthy muggles.
If face masks had once represented profit, then potions were the health these financial giants and powerful figures dreamed of most.
"So you have always been using this method to make sure you would not be exposed. Then you..." Felix suddenly forced the words out, as if using all his strength.
"I am exceptionally strong, so I can afford to be a little reckless." Tver said it lightly.
Looking at the group, who still seemed somewhat shaken, Tver clapped his hands and reassured them.
"Do not worry so much. I have considerable influence in the wizarding world as well. Otherwise, I would not have given you the potions."
"As long as you do not reveal that they are potions, and instead call them some kind of miracle medicine with no side effects, you will not attract the Ministry of Magic's attention."
"Of course, do not even think about mentioning magic in newspapers or other media."
"But today we mobilized a lot of resources to investigate you..."
Felix's voice grew quieter and quieter, yet Tver nodded in approval.
"Do not do that again in the future. But for today, I should thank you."
"Thank us?" The group looked at each other in confusion.
But at that moment, a tall figure suddenly appeared in the living room.
"Professor, just as you expected, the American branch of the Wizards' Union has already noticed something unusual," Bulstrode said calmly.
"What do we do?" Ian looked at Tver in panic right away.
His current wealth and status had all come from what Tver had given him. Without the face masks, his business simply could not continue.
Likewise, the others were unwilling to lose the potions that could keep them healthy, and they instantly became flustered.
But Tver only showed the expression of someone who had expected this all along, then slowly rose to his feet.
"Do not worry. I let them find out on purpose..."
Surely no one really thought Tver had gone to all the trouble of coming all the way to America and setting up a scheme like this just to promote potions and win over wealthy people and those in power.
In reality, a year and a half had already passed. It was impossible for Tver's actions in the muggle world not to attract the attention of interested parties, especially the Wizards' Union.
And he had deliberately chosen a point in time when the Wizards' Union was especially busy, because he wanted to use Felix and the others to lure those wizards over.