"This is a dean's staff specially designed for the academy. I hope you can control it as soon as possible... They will be a symbol of the dean in the future. Alan stood up and did not use magic. Instead, he sent the staff to the corresponding deans with his own hands, and took the opportunity to use its prophetic eyes to look at the deans one by one. "The wand can help wizards control and gather magic power. Although the wand does not have this effect, it can greatly increase magic power like the legendary old wand. In addition, I have adjusted the magic text according to your preferences to make it more in line with your personal preferences."

The short Professor Frieve looked a little funny when he held this staff that was taller than him. He was seriously looking at the magic text on the wand. After touching it, he felt the movement of the magic power inside. After a long time, he judged that the pattern arrangement in the body of the staff belonging to Ravenclaw would improve his spell ability.

McGonagall used her wand to deform the quilt in her hand easily, "Well... it lasted longer than I had with my wand."

"This kind of old antique that has been eliminated long ago..." Snape touched his poisonous snake staff that really enhanced the effect of black magic. "Now it is suitable to use it to give ancient spells that require a lot of magic to operate."

Professor Pomona asked in confusion instead of trying: “Will they become popular among students?”

"In addition to college, I only plan to popularize this kind of staff among some students in this department in the future... Of course, I need to pass the O.W.L.s exam for the spell class smoothly after I pass the fifth grade, and I also need to have the skills of casting a spell." Allen's voice was slow and he continued to tell his plans to the deans of the four major colleges. "Only such students have enough ability to get rid of the shackles of the wands, and have enough ability to control it when using this kind of staff with magic amplification effect... So please familiarize yourself with them first. After a while, I will allocate some products to these students to familiarize them."

After seeing off the other three deans who left with their new staff, Professor Frieve moved his chair and sat directly opposite Allen. They had not communicated privately like this for a long time. Allen did not speak immediately when he sat back. After pausing, his eyes turned around, then opened the drawer below him and took out a plate of pudding.

After Allen put it on the principal's desk, the puddings suddenly deformed, used the edges as legs and feet, and began to dance the tap dance to Professor Flitvie, who was already amused and laughed: "My elf, Clicher, is the recipe of the Black family, I have to say that it tastes pretty good."

Under Allen's precise control, these soft puddings were not damaged at all with such violent beatings - this was Flivi's favorite trick, and often used cakes to make the students of Ravenclaw who were happy in his office.

"Time flies so fast. You were so small not long ago..." Professor Flivi praised with a sharp voice, swallowing the pudding into his belly.

"In fact, it doesn't count how long it took..." Allen also smiled, "In fact, strictly speaking, I still have to take the Ultimate Wizard Exam this year... I still have to get the certificate."

"You must be fine with casting a spell, but you should review the theoretical things to avoid accidentally being pulled down... the principal who has not graduated... Haha..." Frieve said as he was amused for a long time, then he continued with a correct expression, "By the way, Allen, I received a letter from Leonard a few days ago."

"The last time we met was after the International Wizards' Federation was held in the UK." Allen said after putting down the spoon in his hand, swallowing the pudding in his mouth, "But now when it comes to his letter... is there something about me?"

"Yes, yes, that's it, but there are a few things..." Professor Flivie said, smiling at Allen, "Jessica, do you still remember it? It's Leonard's niece, who is about to come to Hogwarts University to study. Leonard wants to ask us for help."

"Jessica is coming, and we haven't met for at least five years." Allen smiled, "I'll tell Garrett and I will make arrangements for her. Where is Ian, won't he come with Jessica?"

"When it comes to Ian... I'm worried that the purpose of this duel is not pure, and there seems to be a conspiracy to target you." Professor Frieve pressed his arm on the table, leaned forward slightly, and said worriedly, "Leonard warned me in the letter that the anti-British forces within the US Congress have recently controlled the parliament. Ian was often invited by the leader of the anti-British forces. They contacted the duels from many participating countries, and even met some players... He could see that Ian was very confused, but could not force him to explain the internal service."

Allen was stunned for a moment, then raised his hand and pulled back the little hand hiding in the corner: "Oh, thank you, professor, I understand."

"It's not just that, Allen! They must be planning a big conspiracy!" Professor Flivi's sharp voice was even more urgent. "The bank created by Harris made the goblins very annoyed... You know I have a little friendship with goblins. My goblin friends told me that recently some goblins have also begun to contact these American wizards frequently..."

Allen's expression was still not moving, he just nodded calmly.

"Allen, there was a problem with the original dug competition system. I thought I knew I could not beat you and the players trying to join us in this way, but now I don't think things are that simple..." Professor Flivie did not wait for Allen to respond and couldn't wait to continue, "I also want to confirm what you mean. Miss Daisy did not stop this resolution to change the traditional competition system... Are you already prepared?"

"Professor, don't worry about these." Allen's eyes met Flivier and said sincerely, "The only threat I need to worry about is not from the mortal world."

Professor Flivi was stunned for a moment, then shook his head and raised his shoulder to relax. He spooned up a piece of pudding and put it into his mouth.

"But professor..." Allen's fingers gently tapped the table a few times and asked tentatively, "I need help with something. Can you introduce a few fairy friends you are familiar with to me. Although the fairy are united than the wizards, they are not a solid piece of solid piece after all. I think it is still good to give some of the fairies some benefits to differentiate some."

"No problem, I... huh?" Professor Flivie agreed and ate. He looked up at Allen in confusion: How could Harris, who is so powerful that he needs the help of the fairy?

But then Professor Friwei realized that because he had the blood of the fairy, he would undoubtedly be discriminated against by some wizards if he was made public. In order to avoid stabbing him, Alan tactfully wanted the name of the fairy close to him to avoid the damage of these fairies in future conflicts.

"What are you planning..." Professor Frieve swallowed the pudding, his lips trembled slightly, and wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't say it. He paused, "I'll go down and sort out the list for you...Thank you Allen."
Chapter completed!