Chapter 253: Crouch

"There will be many obstacles in it," Bagman said cheerfully, jumping around on tiptoe, "Hagrid provided a lot of animals, um...the creatures he cultivated are terrifying, it must be The tricky things...there are some spells and organs that must be lifted... and so on, you know, this is the last game, the difficulty is certainly not small, and the warriors leading the score first enter the maze." Bagman He smiled at the four warriors and said, "First Mr. Malfoy, then Miss Dracul goes in... Finally, Harry and Krum. You all have to work hard to succeed, depending on your ability to cross obstacles. . It should be fun, isn't it?"
"Very well...If you have no problem, let's go back to the castle, okay? It's a bit cold here..." He shuddered, and after a brief warming for a few days, the weather these days seemed to be cold again , From time to time, a few winds blowing, pouring into the cuff, enough to make people shudder.
After Bagman quickly introduced the general situation, he patted the shoulders of several boys and began to walk back side by side with several others.
As everyone crossed the growing low wall together, Krumm patted Harry on the shoulder.
"Can I speak to you?"
"Yes, no problem." Harry said, slightly surprised.
"Come with me, will you?"
"OK." Harry said curiously.
At this time, Malfoy left quickly, walked to a seat on the stand, pulled a piece of parchment from the cuff, and watched the five small black ink dots with their names begin to meet gradually. Can't see the anger.
Harry and Krum came to a quiet open space at this time, still some distance away from the stable of Booth Barton. Krum stopped in the shade of the trees and turned to look at Harry.
"I want to know," he said with a sullen face, "what's the matter with you and Hermione?"
Harry saw Krum's sneaky look just now, and thought he was going to say something very serious. He looked at Krum in amazement.
"Nothing." He said. But Krumm still stared at him intently. Harry felt that Krum was really tall, and quickly clarified the words more clearly, "We are friends. She is not my girlfriend, never was."
"Hermi-En often talks about you." Krum said, looking at Harry suspiciously.
"Yeah," Harry said, "we are friends."
He couldn't believe he was talking about this topic with Victor Krum, who is a famous international Quidditch player. The eighteen-year-old Krum seemed to regard him, Harry, as a man of equal size-a real opponent-
"You never...you didn't..."
"No." Harry said very positively.
Krum looked happy. He stared at Harry for a few seconds and said, "You are flying great. I watched the first project."
"Thank you," Harry said, and he smiled lightly, suddenly feeling himself a lot taller, "I saw you at the Quidditch World Cup. Lansky faked, you really--"
As the atmosphere between the two eased, and when they started talking and laughing, suddenly, there was an abnormal movement in the bush behind Krum. Harry had some experience with things hidden in the forest. He instinctively grabbed Krum's arm and pulled him over.
"what happened?"
Harry shook his head and stared at the place where there was movement just now. He reached into his robe and groped for his wand.
At this moment, a man stumbled out of a tall oak tree suddenly. Harry didn't recognize it for a moment... Then, he reacted, this is Mr. Crouch.
He seemed to wander outside for many days. His robe's knee was torn, blood was stained, his face was covered with scars, his face was shaggy, his face pale and haggard. His neat hair and beard needed to be cleaned and trimmed. His appearance is strange, but the strangest thing is his behavior. Mr. Crouch seemed to be talking to someone who could only be seen by himself. He kept muttering and gesturing.
"Isn't he a referee?" Krum asked, staring at Mr. Crouch. "Isn't he from the Ministry of Magic?"
Harry nodded. He hesitated for a moment, then slowly walked towards Mr. Crouch. Mr. Crouch didn't look at him, just kept talking to a tree next to him.
"Mr. Crouch?"
The man was still crazy, gruntingly chattering, and even blindly greeted him when he greeted him.
"...And then send an owl to send a letter to Mrs. Maxim, she may also want to increase the number of students, since the number of Kakarov has increased to twelve... so do it, Wetherby, okay? Okay? Okay..."
Mr. Crouch's eyes were prominent. He stood there, his eyes staring straight at the tree, muttering silently in his mouth. Then he stumbled a few steps to the side and fell to his knees.
"Mr. Crouch?" Harry exclaimed, "Are you all right?"
Crouch's eyes rolled up. Harry turned to look at Krum. Krum also followed him into the bush and looked down at Crouch in panic.
"What's wrong with him?"
"I don't know," Harry whispered, "Listen, you'd better go and call someone—"
"Dumbledore!" Mr. Crouch said breathlessly. He rushed over, grabbed Harry's robe, and pulled him to his side, but his eyes were staring straight above Harry's head. "I want to...see...Dumbledore..."
"Okay," Harry said, "as soon as you get up, Mr. Crouch, we'll find--"
"I did... a... stupid thing..." Crouch said breathlessly. He looked completely insane, his eyes protruding outwards, spinning dribbled, drooling down his chin. "Must... tell... Dumbledore!"
Mr. Crouch's eyes turned around and stared at Harry.
"Who are you..." he whispered.
"I'm a student at the school~EbookFREE.me~ Harry said, turning his head to look at Krum, hoping he could come over to help, but Krum shrunk behind, his expression very nervous.
"Aren't you... his?" Crouch asked softly, his mouth drooping.
"No." Harry said, he didn't understand at all what Crouch was talking about.
"Is it Dumbledore?"
"Yes." Harry said.
Crouch pulled him closer. Harry wanted to release Crouch's hand to grab his robe, but he grabbed too tightly.
"Give Dumbledore... a reminder..."
"If you let me go, I will go to Dumbledore." Harry said, "Let me go, Mr. Crouch, I will go to him..."
"Thank you, Wetherby. After you have done that, I want to have a cup of tea. My wife and son are coming soon, and we are going to the concert with the Fuji couple tonight."