   This was clearly more than he’d wanted to say, even though it wasn’t news—but somehow, it was. For the first time, Hermione could see it. He’d grown up around it, full of bigotry. He’d used it for a joke, awful things, insults and disinterest and even laughs about Muggleborns dying. That was how Death Eaters were made. Worse, that was how people were made who sympathised with Death Eaters. People who would have upheld a new world order, had Voldemort won.