"Rumor has it that Wilkinson foresaw the No-Majs' complete decline from their peak over the coming decades. We never obtained the specific contents of the prophecy, but according to reliable sources, the Magical Congress of the United States accepted Wilkinson's prophecy and formulated a series of plans around it."
"Do we know the specific details of those plans?" Vaughn asked.
Akinbade shook his head. "No. The Twelve Pure-Bloods kept the plans under strict secrecy and even used the Fidelius Charm. Those involved in drafting the plans were bound by the spell and could not reveal even a single word of it to anyone who was not in the know, by any means."
"And that was more than twenty years ago. The International Confederation of Wizards tried for a while, but when there was no progress whatsoever in gathering intelligence, they sealed the relevant records away. If I hadn't heard your earlier analysis that Third Salem was likely an M.C.U.S.A. decoy, I wouldn't even have remembered this."
Akinbade's expression was grave.
The reason he linked the two was that, at present, every member of Third Salem was a No-Maj.
And judging from the limited intelligence obtained by the International Confederation of Wizards, the "Wilkinson Prophecy" was most likely a plan targeting No-Majs as well.
That left him—and the International Confederation of Wizards—unable to help but wonder: ever since the "Wilkinson Prophecy" in 1968, just how many organizations like Third Salem had the Magical Congress of the United States created over these past twenty years?
How many No-Majs had they controlled?
What exactly were they trying to do?
Compared to Akinbade's concerns, Vaughn's thoughts were far less complicated.
The only reason he cared was that the intelligence Akinbade had revealed suddenly reminded him of the absurdities that had taken place on the