A familiar face

Harry encounters Viktor Krum at Bill and Fleur's wedding

Extract from Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows

by J.K. Rowling

‘She’s great, isn’t she?’ said Ron admiringly. ‘Always good value.’

But the smile vanished from his face at once: Viktor Krum had dropped into Luna’s vacant seat. Hermione looked pleasurably flustered, but this time Krum had not come to compliment her. With a scowl on his face he said, ‘Who is that man in the yellow?’

‘That’s Xenophilius Lovegood, he’s the father of a friend of ours,’ said Ron. His pugnacious tone indicated that they were not about to laugh at Xenophilius, despite the clear provocation. ‘Come and dance,’ he added abruptly to Hermione.

She looked taken aback, but pleased too, and got up: they vanished together into the growing throng on the dance floor.

‘Ah, they are together now?’ asked Krum, momentarily distracted.

‘Er – sort of,’ said Harry.

‘Who are you?’ Krum asked.

‘Barny Weasley.’

They shook hands.

‘You, Barny – you know this man Lovegood vell?’

‘No, I only met him today. Why?’

Krum glowered over the top of his drink, watching Xenophilius, who was chatting to several warlocks on the other side of the dance floor.

‘Because,’ said Krum, ‘if he vos not a guest of Fleur’s, I vould duel him, here and now, for vearing that filthy sign upon his chest.’

‘Sign?’ said Harry, looking over at Xenophilius too. The strange, triangular eye was gleaming on his chest. ‘Why? What’s wrong with it?’

‘Grindelvald. That is Grindelvald’s sign.’

‘Grindelwald ... the Dark wizard Dumbledore defeated?’


Krum’s jaw muscles worked as if he were chewing, then he said, ‘Grindelvald killed many people, my grandfather, for instance. Of course, he vos never poverful in this country, they said he feared Dumbledore – and rightly, seeing how he vos finished. But this –’ He pointed a finger at Xenophilius. ‘This is his symbol, I recognised it at vunce: Grindelvald carved it into a vall at Durmstrang ven he vos a pupil there. Some idiots copied it on to their books and clothes, thinking to shock, make themselves impressive – until those of us who had lost family members to Grindelvald taught them better.’

Krum cracked his knuckles menacingly and glowered at Xenophilius. Harry felt perplexed. It seemed incredibly unlikely that Luna’s father was a supporter of the Dark Arts, and nobody else in the tent seemed to have recognised the triangular, rune- like shape.

‘Are you – er – quite sure it’s Grindelwald’s –?’

‘I am not mistaken,’ said Krum coldly. ‘I valked past that sign for several years, I know it vell.’

‘Well, there’s a chance,’ said Harry, ‘that Xenophilius doesn’t actually know what the symbol means. The Lovegoods are quite ... unusual. He could easily have picked it up somewhere and think it’s a cross-section of the head of a Crumple-Horned Snorkack or something.’

‘The cross-section of a vot?’

‘Well, I don’t know what they are, but apparently he and his daughter go on holiday looking for them ...’

Harry felt he was doing a bad job explaining Luna and her father.

‘That’s her,’ he said, pointing at Luna, who was still dancing alone, waving her arms around her head like someone attempting to beat off midges.

‘Vy is she doing that?’ asked Krum.

'Probably trying to get rid of a Wrackspurt,’ said Harry, who recognised the symptoms.

Krum did not seem to know whether or not Harry was making fun of him. He drew his wand from inside his robes and tapped it menacingly on his thigh; sparks flew out of the end.

‘Gregorovitch!’ said Harry loudly, and Krum started, but Harry was too excited to care: the memory had come back to him at the sight of Krum’s wand: Ollivander taking it and examining it carefully before the Triwizard Tournament.

‘Vot about him?’ asked Krum suspiciously.

‘He’s a wandmaker!’

‘I know that,’ said Krum.

‘He made your wand! That’s why I thought – Quidditch ...’

Krum was looking more and more suspicious.

‘How do you know Gregorovitch made my vand?’

‘I ... I read it somewhere, I think,’ said Harry. ‘In a – a fan magazine,’ he improvised wildly and Krum looked mollified.

‘I had not realised I ever discussed my vand vith fans,’ he said.

‘So ... er ... where is Gregorovitch these days?’

Krum looked puzzled.

‘He retired several years ago. I vos one of the last to purchase a Gregorovitch vand. They are the best – although I know, of course, that you Britons set much store by Ollivander.’

Harry did not answer. He pretended to watch the dancers, like Krum, but he was thinking hard. So Voldemort was looking for a celebrated wandmaker, and Harry did not have to search far for a reason: it was surely because of what Harry’s wand had done on the night that Voldemort had pursued him across the skies. The holly and phoenix feather wand had conquered the borrowed wand, something that Ollivander had not anticipated or under- stood. Would Gregorovitch know better? Was he truly more skilled than Ollivander, did he know secrets of wands that Ollivander did not?

‘This girl is very nice-looking,’ Krum said, recalling Harry to his surroundings. Krum was pointing at Ginny, who had just joined Luna.

‘She is also a relative of yours?’

‘Yeah,’ said Harry, suddenly irritated, ‘and she’s seeing someone. Jealous type. Big bloke. You wouldn’t want to cross him.’

Krum grunted.

‘Vot,’ he said, draining his goblet and getting to his feet again, ‘is the point of being an international Quidditch player if all the good-looking girls are taken?’

Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows

By J.K. Rowling