Dean found himself walking down Diagon Alley for the first time since the end of the war. Depressingly, not much changed in a year. There was still a gloomy atmosphere in the air and shops were still boarded up. The pureblood’s dream world, Dean thought with a sneer. Where pureboods were the elite with vaults full of gold, while everyone they considered below them lived in poverty and fear of being prosecuted just for being themselves.