Blood purity laws had been relaxed somewhat under the rule of the Dark Lord. Very few alive knew the details of their master's lineage, but he was pragmatic enough to not allow the worst of the blood supremacists to rid their world of those they deemed of lesser value as long as they still had their uses. Hermione supposed she was grateful for the opportunity to flourish under his reign. If someone like Theodore Nott was able to take the mantle of leadership, there would be no place for her and others like her beyond a prison cell or a grave. She could only imagine the wretched ideas he and his ilk had in mind for Muggle-borns.