"Not traveled by Portkey before?" inquired the thin, goateed man who must be Durmstrang's Headmaster. Hermione shook her head. "Strange, is it not?" She nodded, feeling slightly overwhelmed. "Your examination will begin shortly, Miss Nott." There was a small desk and chair set up in the corner. On it sat a thick stack of parchment, an inkwell, and a quill. "I have questions for you first, however."