Benjamin Graves only had to think of how, without a wand, doing so might very well harm many wizards, and he could only helplessly continue restraining his emotions.
President Bill said casually, "Mr. Graves, I'll say it again: wizards must take responsibility for all the disasters that came before."
He noticed Benjamin Graves's clenched fists. "You should put yourselves in my position and consider things from my perspective, so you can understand my difficulties."
Benjamin Graves frowned deeply and tried to argue. "But..."
President Bill raised his eyebrows and continued over Benjamin Graves's voice, "The impact of this disaster goes far beyond damaged streets. The greater losses are, in fact, human casualties."
"It was only because I understood the difficulties of the wizarding world that I didn't make you bear that portion of the losses. Think about it... How many people were injured during the crisis? Medical expenses alone are an astronomical sum!"
"If you still have any doubts, I can absolutely arrange for people to calculate all kinds of expenses in the shortest possible time."
"Then we can return here, list every single expense, and let you see clearly exactly what we have paid."
Benjamin Graves was momentarily speechless. Without his wand, he was indeed somewhat afraid of what President Bill had said.
If that portion of the losses was really pushed onto them as well, the situation would only get worse.
If he still had his wand, he would not have minded sitting down to calculate the figures, or even assigning his own people to assist with the tally.
But the problem now was that wizards had lost their most important means of casting magic. That was precisely why President Bill dared to so openly pin every loss on the wizards.
He knew very well that the current