    It was more than being rude. Harry had seen that kind of hatred in the Muggle world – racism, he thought it was called. Honestly, none of it had ever made much sense to him. And here, at Hogwarts, students hating other students because of their parents’ lack of magic? What did it matter? They had magic. It obviously wasn’t something that was passed down from father to son or mother to daughter. Didn’t that make it more special?