"Crouch attacked you? Crouch attacked you? The Triwizard judge?"
Karkaroff felt the blood rising in his face as he drew himself up, clutching his furs tightly, glaring at Dumbledore.
"Igor—"
"Treachery!" he bellowed. "It is a plot!"
Every frustration of the past few months – Viktor's courting of a Mudblood, Severus's dismissal of his worries about the Dark Mark – found indirect expression in his impromptu tirade. First entering Harry Potter (like that wasn't rubbing salt in old wounds) and now an attack on his student by Bartemius Crouch, of all people—
The impact with the tree trunk knocked Karkaroff unconscious.