As a result, the North American magical world had effectively split apart. Multiple civilian wizard militias were fighting the Magical Congress of the United States across the region—and defying the International Statute of Secrecy!
In other words, they were also opposing the International Confederation of Wizards!
Vaughan did not know what the International Confederation of Wizards thought of the situation in North America, but so far, they had shown no intention of deploying their permanent special task force—another balance of power. Until the Magical Congress of the United States could no longer hold on, it would never permit Confederation troops to be stationed there!
At least for now, the half-blood and Muggle-born wizards merely wanted to overthrow the pure-blood policies.
But Confederation troops... they truly wanted their political lives!
Given that, some forces in the North American magical world were highly likely to be WAC's natural partners. At the very least, Ilvermorny had sent representatives to express a desire to cooperate, though they had misjudged whom they should cooperate with...
Having grasped Vaughan's intentions, Old Barty's listless eyes immediately lit up. He hastily tossed out, "I'll contact those families, as well as Joshua Potter."
Then he prepared to leave.
Vaughan stopped him. "While you're at it, have those families find out what's happening at the banquet at Malfoy Manor tonight."
"Alright!"
With that, Old Barty Apparated away. Only after he materialized at the Ministry of Magic did he suddenly realize—why was I the one running errands again?
That night, Malfoy Manor was brilliantly lit.
In the lavish hall, Draco followed behind his mother like a puppet, wearing a proper yet stiff smile as he met one familiar or unfamiliar adult after another.
"Draco, this is Mr. Selwyn, your father's best friend from his school days. The friendship between our families