"Ivana is dead," Zorbev repeated solemnly.
Karkaroff did not know what to think. The Headmistress who had given him his first teaching post, who had allowed him back into Durmstrang last summer after the frigid hell of Azkaban – dead of an accident, overnight, like a wrathful blow from heaven.
"There's a staff meeting in fifteen minutes." Zorbev could be blunt about absolutely anything. "I suggest you prepare yourself."
"For what?"
"The Dark Arts teacher has deputy headmastership by default. You know that."
Yes, that was right – Durmstrang tradition. So that meant that the acting headmaster was now…
Oh.
Karkaroff gawked.