Unlike the Scourers, the other factions in America, whatever their ultimate demands might be, would never dare offend the International Confederation of Wizards.
After all, everyone knew that the Confederation's leadership had long coveted the major powers. Even without an excuse, they wanted to come over and stir things up.
If you harmed someone from the Confederation, wouldn't you be handing them an excuse for armed intervention on a platter?
Whether pure-bloods, half-bloods, or No-Maj-borns, no matter how loudly they shouted slogans of revenge or equality, at their core, it was all just a struggle for the right to speak.
No one wanted to fight and fight, only to draw a fierce tiger into the fray.
That would benefit no one!
But the Scourers were different.
In the Scourers' eyes, there were no pure-bloods, half-bloods, or No-Majs; no American wizards, European wizards, or International Confederation of Wizards... There were only two kinds of people: wizards and non-wizards!
Those people who had once drenched the American continent in blood didn't care what country or faction you came from. As long as you could use magic, you were their enemy, their prey.
To be honest, before coming here, Vaughn had never expected that the Scourers, whose rumors had long since faded away, had not only risen from the ashes, but were actually this powerful...
As he pondered, the black-robed man beside him continued introducing other intelligence:
"...Judging from the current situation, the pure-bloods have likely completely taken control of the Magical Congress of the United States. Over the past few years, they have been provoking class conflict and manufacturing hate crimes. Until last year, when a witch whose child had been taken attacked the Woolworth Building. She was dealt with on the spot by Aurors."
"There were many ways that could have