The final year at Drumstrang was a powerful one. No less than what others were given. The strongest beater of the qudditch team, Angus. Was sitting in his seat inside the mess hall. Overhearing the speeches of their headmaster. “This is bull. No one wants to hear about this.” Angus had said, while sitting beside his friend Victor Krum. “Let him speak.” Victor said, darting his gaze at him.