Elsewhere, Fleur Delacour was being treated like a hero.
The Beauxbatons students hoisted her and her sister Gabrielle high into the air, singing celebratory songs in French.
She waved elegantly to those around her like a queen, but her eyes occasionally flicked toward Hermione, appraising and wary.
The most subdued atmosphere, however, was in Durmstrang's corner.
Viktor Krum sat there expressionlessly, showing neither joy nor anger.
But the Durmstrang students around him kept casting glances, some deliberate and some not, of disappointment and reproach at Draco Malfoy, who stood to one side, his face deathly pale.
The Slytherin students also stood at a distance, murmuring among themselves.
"I said all along that Malfoy's plan was too reckless!"
"Exactly. He gambled away a whole week of Slytherin's hard work, and it ended up a joke!"
"Shh... don't let him hear you. Still, he's really disgraced himself in front of Krum this time."
Malfoy felt uncomfortable all over. The looks coming from every direction left him on pins and needles.
He wanted to say something to save face, but his throat tightened, and he couldn't get a single word out.
Krum finally stood up. Without looking at Malfoy, he headed straight out of the Great Hall. As he brushed past him, he said softly in a cold, hoarse voice:
"From now on, stay out of my business."
Malfoy's body suddenly stiffened, and a chill ran through him.
At the other end of the crowd, Harry Potter watched all this in silence.
Moody's words still rang in his ears, making him feel out of place amid the lively scene around him.
"Hey, Harry, let's go!" Ron patted his shoulder, trying to cheer him up. "Forget all that. Let's head back to the common room. I brought some sweets to celebrate."
Harry nodded and