Karkaroff clapped Viktor on the shoulder, ignoring the chatter of the crowd taking their seats for the third task.
"Well, Viktor, this is it. Are you ready?"
Viktor shrugged off Karkaroff's hand, slouching in an accepting way that meant he understood the rest of Karkaroff's unspoken dialogue. It involved overuse of the words victory, honor, and glory, in that order.
"You will win, Viktor," Karkaroff asserted. There was a tinge of something uncharacteristically fierce beneath his flattery. "You're the only real champion on this field tonight. Bring me that Cup."
"If I vin," Viktor responded carefully, "I vin…for Durmstrang."