"Dunno if that makes much of a difference to me," Hugo admitted, licking the spoon clean. "We can feel sorry that rough circumstances made someone foul, but it's hard to sympathise if they've hurt other people, yeah?"
The name that Albus mentioned was familiar. Hugo couldn't remember everything, but he knew that the man had something to do with the Deathly Hallows. "I'll take you word for it. You've known more unsavory types -- I've only read or heard about them."
The ice cream had disappeared, but his appetite had not. "Can I have some more?" he asked hopefully.