Triwizard Cup

Lee: Look at the lake! A strange noise echoed, a deep, sucking rumble. The lake’s surface convulsed, bubbles rising. A whirlpool formed, and from its depths, a skeletal ship emerged, its ghostly lights piercing the night. It drifted towards the bank, its anchor splashing, a plank lowered. That must be Durmstrang. the people from Durmstrang got off the ship. they are all tall and stoic, looking with fur cloaks to keep them warm. the headmaster is tall with a smile that doesn't reach his eyes