Toying with the bottle, only drinking after he was prompted, the other shrugged. "I ... all my life, my father has taught me that we are to follow the Dark Lord because only under his rule could the witches and wizards of Britain return to their former glory. We are the pinnacle of evolution, better than muggles and muggleborn. But ... but I'm not blind. I have seen the power and skill muggleborn or half-bloods possess and how lacking pureblood families have become. I want ... you and the Dark Lord want to change our world. You want to protect it from the muggles who are a risk even without magic. I'm not sure if they are really as dangerous as you say. But every student at Hogwarts, strong or weak, has magic, and I think that's more important than how pure our blood is. Centaurs have these amazing abilities to read the stars. Werewolves are terrifying but strong. Dragons, fae, pixies and all the other creatures ... our world is precious and should be protected. We've allowed ignorance for centuries. I don't think we can go on like this much longer. I've seen one of the books mother hides from father. It talks about muggles walking on the moon, thirty years ago! If they can do that, what else can they do?"