"Dumbledore!" he called heartily, as he walked up the slope. "How are you, my dear fellow, how are you?" he asked. "Blooming, thank you, Professor Karkaroff." Dumbledore replied. Karkaroff had a fruity, unctuous voice; when he stepped into the light pouring from the front doors of the castle, the Students saw that he was tall and thin like Dumbledore, but his white hair was short, and his goatee (finishing in a small curl) did not entirely hide his rather weak chin. When he reached Dumbledore, he shook hands with both of his own. "Dear old Hogwarts..." he said, looking up at the castle and smiling; his teeth were rather yellow, and Alani noticed that his smile did not extend to his eyes, which remained cold and shrewd. "How good it is to be here, how good... Viktor, come along, into the warmth... you don't mind, Dumbledore? Viktor has a slight head cold..." Karkaroff beckoned forwards one of his Students. As the boy passed, Alani caught a glimpse of a prominent, curved nose and thick black eyebrows. This boy was Viktor Krum, the Bulgarian Seeker. Alani could ear Ron fangirling somewhere behind her.