Allen rose to his feet and stepped onto the central podium. Thunderous applause erupted below the stage. For most wizards, after personally living through those two chaotic years, they were now more inclined to approve of the International Confederation of Wizards being led by a powerful wizard. They understood that wizards like Dumbledore and Allen, even if they did nothing while in office, could still rely on their own prestige to maintain international peace in the Magical World and keep everyone within the rules.
A President like Babajide Akingbade was fine in peacetime, but the moment anything happened in the Magical World, the entire international community would inevitably be thrown into a foul mess.
"Congratulations, Headmaster Harris!"
One delegate stood up outright to offer congratulations in order to make his presence known. It succeeded in drawing Allen's attention and a nod of thanks from him. The more quick-witted ones followed suit and changed their form of address directly.
"I wish the President every success and all the best in his work from now on."
Flattery and congratulatory voices kept ringing through the venue. Once simply standing up was no longer enough to seem special, some delegates used the matter of wanting to present Allen with awards to build ties—without a doubt, they wanted to use this method to ensure their countries would gain a Floating City one step earlier than others.
"Those bootlickers. I bet they heard earlier that Allen Harris was going to receive a lot of awards and knew he liked honors... That's why they're shamelessly using their own countries' awards to suck up to Harris now. Bah!" the American colleague beside Ian said sourly when he saw this.
Ian folded his arms. The eye not hidden by his bangs swept coldly over those national delegates. Now those