That was life: some people laughed their heads off, while others were having a rough time.
If someone was relaxing and enjoying a barbecue, then someone else was bound to be suffering through spell practice.
Viktor Krum was the one having a rough time.
"Principal, could we take a break? I—I feel dizzy."
The dizziness brought on by his depleted magic was making Krum miserable.
He'd been at it for three straight hours, starting at seven that morning, without a single break!
Honestly, he felt as though he was about to turn into an idiot.
"Krum, hang in there. Practice for another half hour. Come on, show me your perseverance."
Karkaroff spoke to Krum as if he were coaxing a child.
He held a brass cane in one hand and a crystal ball in the other.
The crystal ball looked surprisingly similar to Slytherin Academy's "treasure"—its movie projector.
"Principal, I really can't go on."
If his body could still take it, Krum wouldn't have wanted to give up just like that. But he was truly running on empty. No matter how much he pushed himself, he couldn't squeeze out any more magic.
"All right, then. Take a short break."
Karkaroff had no choice but to let Krum off.
The weather was gradually warming up, and the Third Trial was less than half a month away. Their school was currently at the bottom of the rankings. Anyone who said they weren't worried was lying.
"Huff... huff..."
Leaning back in his classroom chair, Krum panted heavily.
Don't ask. He regretted it.
He regretted it terribly!
Why on earth had he decided to enter the Triwizard Tournament in the first place?
"This won't do."
Seeing Krum looking utterly drained, Karkaroff felt just as worried.
For a while, he'd lived in constant fear of