"It's all over, huh?"
Igor didn't respond. Sprawled here on the grounds, watching Basil and the others chase a spare Quaffle, it was impossible to believe he'd just taken his last exam ever.
"What happens now?" Igor asked rhetorically. Lera tucked her knees up to her chin.
"Well, you're going into the Ministry."
"And why is that?"
"Don't be thick." Lera rolled her eyes. "You're ace at the Dark Arts. They'll throw gold at you to come."
"True enough." Igor grew thoughtful. "But...I think I'd like to come back here, someday."
"What – to teach? You?" Lera laughed. "Whatever, Karkaroff."