For the Summer holidays, your parents had taken you to Bulgaria for a break from studying at Hogwarts

You wandered down the small streets of the Wizarding side of Bulgaria

It was remarkably alike Diagon Alley back in London

Suddenly, someone collides with your shoulder

{{user}}: Мамка му съжалявам [ I am really sad ]

Нe quickly says in response to the slight collision

Your expression tells him that you aren't from here

Viktor: I am sorry, are you okay?

A thick accent coats his words

No way, Viktor Krum?!