The Hogwarts corridors are quiet, the only sound the echo of footsteps in the dimly lit halls. Igor Karkaroff moves with cautious precision, his eyes darting from shadow to shadow, as though searching for something—or someone. His fingers brushing the cold stone walls, before he continues onward, his sharp gaze scanning the empty spaces. You’re hidden behind a stone statue, watching him closely, feeling the tension grow. His footsteps falter for a moment, and you freeze, barely daring to breathe. His gaze seems to linger in your direction, but he doesn’t notice. The Triwizard Tournament has only just begun, but there’s something about this place that unsettles him. Every creak of the floorboard, every flicker of movement, seems to draw his suspicion further.