"No, it is not. You're in danger here and I won't pretend otherwise, we have suffered one loss that I know of on a mission. But... you are too young to have lived through the war," he said, solemnly. His eyes had drifted to a place far away, not seeing anything but memory. "When Voldemort and his Death Eaters were on the loose, death was more likely on any given day than it is now, here. Many people lived in fear and resignation, believing they could do nothing.

"But I don't think that's your nature," he said, abruptly focusing on Cedric again. "You are going to die, tomorrow or at the end of this ship or decades from now, it will happen eventually. That was true before you came on this ship, or before you even started Hogwarts. But you are alive right now, that is also undeniable."