[Gruesome]
Viktor refused to admit that Harry had been right, and there really hadn't been too much to worry about. The only thing that had lost him points was the fact that many of the other dragon eggs had been destroyed. The gruesome death that had been plaguing his mind was finally laid to rest.
Or so Viktor hoped. That had only been the first task, for all Viktor knew it would probably get worse and worse in the consecutive tasks, until there was only one person left…
And now he had a golden egg that screeched whenever he opened it. Viktor could take a guess to the fact that it was a magical creature language, but that didn't help him figure it out. It could be a banshee, or an angry siren! For all Viktor knew it could very well be the language of Dementors! It certainly caused pain to everyone who was in ear shot, and he had been banned from opening it within the vicinity of the Durmstrang ship, unless it was under silencing charms, but Viktor wasn't even sure if he wanted to risk his own ear drums.
So, the golden egg had sat on his bedside table, untouched, for the last month. Viktor had barely glanced at it since then, ignoring the fact that he definitely needed the clue to do well in the next task.
Or to even survive the next task. Viktor didn't know whether he was trying to do well, or trying to just survive anymore. Both ideas seemed interchangeable at this moment.
Viktor got the impression that Harry knew exactly what the clue was already. Perhaps not off hand, as Viktor had noticed that Harry had disappeared for an hour or so after he had first heard the screaming from the egg.
Of course, Harry wasn't about to tell him.