"Quite," Morgan said; his own smile stopped at the eyes. "There's no one to tell, and nothing to say -- so you're quite safe, you see. At least from me." Most of the time. "Have you got any idea who did it? Because the Ministry is one thing, but not all of the Death Eaters were imprisoned at the end of the war. You could make up a story about your parents for the Ministry, but if anyone out there still knows the truth, I suppose they could still come knocking about."
He went back to scribbling, because writing down facts, definitions, data -- all of that was concrete, immovable, and made him feel better. "Well. Let's set that aside for a moment. The Ministry regulations are probably going to be more of a concern, if you've been in the country this long without mishap already. I'll just write these bits out for you, here...." And he went on a brief lecture of the various regulations for purebloods, the curfews and the fines and all of the rest.