This is the pride and sorrow of a pure-blood noble: facing my closest childhood friend, the moment she abandoned the pure-blood, I took on the mission of hunting her down - like a curse, surrounding the magical world for generations, but I could only turn a blind eye sadly. And, this is the pride and of pureblood noble sorrow: in the face of his childhood friends, most cordial in she abandoned pure-blooded kind of that a moment, my shouldering kill her mission as a curse, generations around in the wizarding community over, but I was only sorrowfully cheapened.