The ship bobbed on the waves of its own whirlpool before stabilizing and gliding smoothly towards the lakeshore. Perched near the prow, Karkaroff could just see the waiting crowd on Hogwarts' sloping lawn. It looked as though Beauxbatons were here already.
He didn't need to give orders. The students were all seventh years, and by tradition, they operated the ship on its yearly voyage to and from Durmstrang. Navigating to Hogwarts hadn't been an ordeal.
Lavrov dropped anchor while the others came up from below. Karkaroff himself disembarked first.
It was the first time he'd touched British soil since Azkaban.