"I saw it," President Bill said slowly. "But there's one thing you have to admit, isn't there? Your primary means of using magic has completely disappeared, at least for a while."
Though the air conditioning was running in the Oval Office, Benjamin Graves felt a chill run down his spine, while a sheet of cold sweat still broke out across his forehead.
He could not remember how long it had been since he had heard such a gentle tone from President Bill.
Yet that very gentleness made him feel an overwhelming sense of danger.
There were not many wizards, and when he managed the entire magical world of North America, the matters he needed to handle should not have been more numerous than those President Bill had to deal with.
Even so, that did not mean he lacked sensitivity in this regard. He fully understood the deeper meaning behind President Bill's words.
He knew very well what action should be taken after an opponent fell into trouble.
Even when certain facts lay before them, they were merely "facts lying before them." One could always find a grander perspective and use it to seek benefits for oneself.
He had done exactly that when campaigning for the position of "President of MACUSA." He would not be surprised at all if President Bill did something similar at such a special moment, driven by similar considerations.
President Bill had emphasized the importance of wands twice. That was practically a direct hint to him... that the North American Muggle world's policy toward the magical world would undergo a rather obvious change because of the loss of wands.
At the very least, that altered policy would likely remain in effect until a new batch of wands could be made and distributed to most MACUSA employees.
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