Perhaps last night's experience had been too twisting and thrilling, because an irresistible wave of exhaustion kept washing over Paul Smith.
Even after he drank an entire bottle of Coolick, he still could not help letting out a huge yawn.
Liam Graves rubbed his temple, then pushed the report aside with a complicated expression.
When he heard Paul Smith yawn, he seemed to realize something. "Paul, do you really intend to hand me a report like this?"
"According to the contents of the report, what you did was actually quite limited..." He raised his head slightly, watching Paul Smith's expression. "You should understand what I mean."
"Director Graves, of course I understand what you mean." Paul Smith lowered his head and nodded. "But that was how the whole thing went. We really didn't do much..."
"I even think that if Mr. Lovegood hadn't helped us last night, we might have been posthumously awarded a Medal of Honor, but what meaning would that have?"
"For me, what I want more is to see my child grow up, and for him to see me as a role model. If I want that to happen, I have to have the qualities of one, don't I?"
"As for Will and the others... before we returned to the Magical Congress, they had already discussed this matter with me. What they're actually looking forward to more is a bonus."
"Besides, we know our own level of magic. And if we really received something that didn't belong to us, whether we could bear it or not is also something we have to consider."
Liam Graves nodded. "It seems you've already thought it through very clearly. Then I know how I should explain it to the Chair."
"Paul, I believe it isn't only your child... Will and the