"I'm going to look for that old wizard again. Maybe he'll be home today."
"I want to try my luck again too. I told you about that collector a couple of days ago, right? I'm planning to find that House-elf again and ask whether the collector has returned."
"Oh, right! There's an underground bar in the neighboring district. I've gotten to know the owner over the past couple of days, and he's very well-informed. Maybe I can get something out of him too."
Hearing the M.S.C. employees eagerly discussing their plans, Wizet set down his teacup. "Everyone! May I say a few more words?"
His voice was not particularly loud, yet it reached the ears of every M.S.C. employee with perfect clarity, instantly quieting the somewhat noisy hall.
Seeing this from the side, Parker could not help whistling. "It feels like even so-called godfathers don't have that kind of authority."
"I've looked through the materials you brought back," Wizet said, his gaze sweeping across everyone present.
"You've already done an excellent job. The information is comprehensive enough and fully meets my needs. You could even say you exceeded expectations."
"You've all worked hard during this time. I understand how everyone feels, but I believe the most important thing right now is to have a good meal and get some proper rest to restore your energy."
Remus Lupin immediately added, "Everyone, we should all trust Wizet's judgment."
His voice was a few degrees louder than usual. "Right now, nothing is more important than eating lunch and taking a nap!"
The M.S.C. employees nodded instinctively. As "werewolf wizards" themselves, they understood the significance of those words even better.
They picked up their cutlery one after another, but their shoulders remained tense. Clearly, they were nowhere near relaxed enough to "take a