MACUSA President Benjamin Graves wore a grave expression as he left his office, saying, "In any case, keep a closer watch today..."
"After all, the person in charge of M.S.C. is here, and you know the rumors going around... We've already coordinated with the No-Majs. They can relax the requirements for procedures and reports as appropriate."
"Coordinated?" Liam Graves, head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, sounded somewhat surprised. "Uncle, those No-Majs this time..."
Benjamin Graves cleared his throat and cut him off. "Liam, address me by my title while we're working."
"Mr. President..." Liam Graves quickly corrected himself. "Those No-Majs are being so cooperative this time? You must have done quite a bit of talking."
Benjamin Graves shook his head, his tone somewhat complicated. "In any case, the No-Majs' attitude this time is very strange..."
"Whether it was the venue application submitted by M.S.C. or the related protective measures, the No-Majs reviewed everything very quickly."
"So quickly that I suspect... they drank something like Baruffio's Brain Elixir. How did they suddenly become so efficient?"
"What about our other applications?" Liam Graves pressed. "Were those approved too?"
"No..." Benjamin Graves shook his head helplessly. "Most of them are still going through the process. Those No-Majs really are troublesome!"
"So they're making a special exception only for M.S.C..." An image surfaced in Liam Graves's mind. "Or rather, they're making a special exception for Wizet Lovegood?"
"Most likely, it's a special exception for Wizet Lovegood." Benjamin Graves sighed. "M.S.C. is gaining momentum now. They're even preparing to establish a branch in New York."
"More importantly... I have no idea how they got in touch with the No-Majs, but they actually managed to sell 'Coolik' through Coca-Cola Company channels. That's why M.S.C. is crucial. We have to protect it."
"Understood!" Liam Graves