It was a strange letter – no name, no date, and oddest of all, no tracking spells.
Headmaster Karkaroff:
You don't know me, because I'm not Viktor Krum, but I forgive you for that. I don't know if this note will find you, as I don't know where you are, but I'm sending it regardless.
The professors say you're absent, but everyone knows you're running away. What from is under debate. All we know is that someone powerful wants you dead.
I'm sorry. Good luck.
It had to be a hoax, Karkaroff decided. But for some reason, he kept it anyway.