It was funny how many rights we mudbloods got, I reflected as I waited. Even under the MBRC, you’d get a trial, and if you cooperated, you only lost your wand (unless Umbridge didn’t like you, which included a lot of people). You got about the same benefits to living in a magical society as a squib did before the war, and you didn’t get shot in the street like a dog, as some Death Eaters still had a pastime of doing.