Chapter 254: Carduelis

Crouch spoke again to a tree, seeming to forget Harry all at once. This surprised Harry so much that he didn't notice that Crouch had released him.
"Yes, my son recently passed 12 general wizard grade exams, and the results are very satisfactory. Thank you, yes, I am really proud of him. Well, if you can take the memo of the Andorran Minister of Magic Give it to me, I will probably have time to draft a reply..."
"You are here to accompany him!" Harry said to Krum, "I'll call Dumbledore, I know where his office is, can be faster—"
"He's crazy," Krum said hesitantly, looking down at Crouch. Crouch still chattered at the tree, seeming to think it was Percy.
"Just stay with him." Harry finished, ready to get up and leave, but his movements seemed to stimulate Mr. Crouch, causing him to change his posture sharply, hugging Harry's knees, and turning him again. Dragged to the ground.
"Don't...leave...me!" he whispered, his eyes popping out again. "I... escaped...must remind...must tell...I want to see Dumbledore...blame me...all Blame me... Bertha... dead... blame me... my son... blame me... tell Dumbledore... Harry Potter... the Dark Devil... get stronger... Harry Bo special……"
"As long as you let me go, I will go to Dumbledore, Mr. Crouch!" Harry said. He turned his head angrily to look at Krum, "Can you help me?"
Krum looked trembling. He stepped forward and squatted beside Mr. Crouch.
"You held him here," said Harry, while breaking free from Mr. Crouch, "I led Dumbledore back." Then he immediately ran out in the direction of the forest.
While looking at Harry's back, Krum reassured the haggard old man in front of him. Just as Harry disappeared at the end of Krum's eyes, a low hoarse horror suddenly came from behind him. , But very aggressive roar.
"I fainted!"
Krum didn't even have time to turn around, a red light suddenly hit his back, and then planted his head straight to the ground, splashing a dust.
Then Mu's dripping devil's eyes began to turn wildly, but his eyes never left the old man in front of him. He grinned cruelly.
"Little Batty, is that you?" Mr. Crouch suddenly shook his head, and his murky eyes suddenly became energetic.
Moody's brow furrowed.
"I know your grades, and I'm very satisfied!" Crouch said happily at this time, then his body suddenly shook violently.
"You disappointed me too much." Crouch's eyes at this time suddenly became extremely regretful and self-blaming. "It's because I didn't educate you well and took you on the right path. I'm sorry for your mother."
Crouch jumped as if he was insane, and said something unintelligent.
"Have you finished the performance?" Moody's words squeezed out of the crooked teeth at this time, his eyes more and more fierce.
"Save these words to and talk to my mother." Moody said coldly, raised his wand in one hand, and scolded loudly: "Awada Soul!"
"I fainted!"
A curse was issued by Moody behind him, hitting the back of his head with great precision, and then his hand was crooked, and the green light hit an ancient tree beside the trail, and a big blown up from the waist. Holes, sawdust flying across.
"It's time for a fake to rest." A somewhat tattered wooden leg stepped on Moody's head and kicked both feet at will. The owner of the wooden leg spitted beside Moody before using him. Said with a hoarse voice.
"Right, and my old man." He bent down, and then dig out Moody's magic eye from his eye socket violently, and the magic eye jumped lively in his wide palm, and then Suddenly jumped into the man's eyes.
"You're not used to walking without you," the man murmured.
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"Wickor?" Harry shouted. He had called Professor Dumbledore at this time, and he kept explaining what had happened in the previous journey. The dark night was already covered in the sky. Above, people's eyes are blocked a lot.
But now no one answers.
"They were here just now," Harry said to Dumbledore. "They must be near here..."
"Fluorescent flashes." Dumbledore said, lighting his wand in his hand and illuminating the night sky. He was undecided about Harry's words and seemed very calm. He might have predicted what happened in the forest.
"You came in a timely manner, and I have treated him a little." A dark shadow slowly came out of the bushes, scaring Harry hurriedly pointed his wand at the man in front of him, and then he realized he was There was a false alarm, and through the tip of Dumbledore's wand, Harry could see the person coming—Moody was also looking at them both with his dangling magic eyes.
Harry felt a little strange. He inexplicably felt that Professor Moody in front of him had changed his person. His gray hair was missing a few bunches. The most obvious thing was that he lost a lot of weight. The scarred skin looked thinner and looked even more. The shriveled is abominable.
"Has he been attacked?" Dumbledore asked directly, and it seemed not surprising why Moody appeared here
"I'm afraid yes~EbookFREE.me~ When I arrived, I saw this warrior knocked down to the ground." Moody said lightly, "Then I did some necessary treatment for him, just It seems that more professional people are still needed to help him regain his vitality."
"Where is he?" Harry asked hurriedly. "And Mr. Crouch, what about others?"
"Just leaning on the tree over there." Moody's fingers extended to a tree not far away. Sure enough, an indistinct figure could be seen there.
"As for what you said, Mr. Crouch, I haven't seen it at all." Moody's words made Harry's heart slightly relieved.
"It's important to save people first," Dumbledore murmured, and the half-moon-shaped lens flickered in the dim light of the wand.
He raised his wand high and pointed in the direction of Professor McGonagall's office. Harry saw a silver thing spew out of his wand, like a pale bird, flashing through the trees. Then Dumbledore walked quickly in the direction Moody pointed, glanced at Krum leaning against the tree trunk, pointed at him with his wand, and whispered, "Recover quickly."