“No idea,” said Ron mulishly, looking up at him. “Lost her, have you?” Krum was looking surly again. “Vell, if you see her, tell her I haff drinks,” he said, and he slouched off. “Made friends with Viktor Krum, have you, Ron?” Percy had bustled over, rubbing his hands together and looking extremely pompous. “Excellent! That’s the whole point, you know — international magical cooperation!”
