Perhaps Alecto had underestimated the badger whelp.
"You're lucky your blood's pure, Macmillan," she growled, though part of her wondered if the Dark Lord wouldn't rather be free of Hufflepuffs alltogether, even if they were Pureblood. They hadn't the stomach for what needed doing... even if this one seemed to have a tongue on him.
"But while you're safe here at school, what's stopping the Ministry from rounding up your parents? Where do their loyalties lie?"