The witch looked at Hermione. "But once you leave Hogwarts, NEWT scores won’t matter. When you go on job interviews, all that the Pureblood wizard who interviews you will care about is, you’re a Mundane-born. Since Harry Potter turned down the Order of Merlin, no way will the Ministry be handing out an Order of Merlin to a mud-person. When you’re fifty, you’ll still be working at whatever job you were hired to do when you were eighteen. To your Pureblood bosses—who I guarantee will all be younger than you—you’ll be known simply as the office girl who happened to behead You-Know-Who—now pour my tea, witch, and be quick about it!"