Chapter 175: The death of Crouch

During the next period of time, Jon showed an unprecedented "behaved".
Except for school hours, he almost never leaves Hufflepuff’s common room; of course, he also eliminates the time to go to Dumbledore’s office to "close up".
Every night, he reads books in the common room until he can't bear the noise inside, and then he goes back to the dormitory.
Occasionally, he would practice one or two spells. Professor Sprout arranged for him an empty dormitory, and Zacharias took the initiative to give him a sandbag.
For more than two months in a row, he never went to the House of Requests...Jon even had some doubts about the medicinal materials in it, because it had been left for too long and might have deteriorated.
But he didn't care. Since the configuration of Veritaserum was completed, Jon had already put aside the contents of the potion.
...
In a divination class at the end of May, Professor Sprout suddenly appeared in the classroom.
She told Jon to go to Quidditch Stadium at 5 o'clock this Sunday, where Mr. Ludo Bagman would tell the Warriors what the third project was.
Professor Sprout also encouraged Jon to let him not be nervous in the third project.
Then she let Jon return to the divination class.
Professor Trelawney took a very unhappy look back to the classroom Jon, and then pretended to be a mysterious prophecy that there would be a death before the end of this semester.
It's a pity that both Hufflepuff and Gryffindor students, after a year of divination class, have already recognized her true face.
No one cared about her prediction, everyone just laughed.
...
On Sunday afternoon, Jon left the Hufflepuff common room and walked through the foyer; he happened to hit Harry Potter who had come down from the upper floor.
The two went to Quidditch Stadium together, and Harry was still guessing what he would see next.
But when they came to Madam Hooch's cabin, both of them were quite surprised.
The Quidditch field is no longer flat and smooth. It seems that someone has built countless long low walls here. These low walls are intricately stretched out in all directions.
Ludo Bagman and two other warriors are here waiting for them.
Fleur smiled brightly at Jon, and Krum nodded at them.
"What do you think?" Bagman looked a little bit decadent. He said, "Good progress, isn't it? In one month, Hagrid will make them twenty feet tall. Don't worry... I think you probably guessed what we are going to do here?"
"Is it a labyrinth?" Krum said roughly.
"It's right!" Mr. Bagman said: "It's a maze. The third project is very simple and clear. The Triwizard Cup is placed in the center of the maze, and whoever can meet it first will get full marks. "
"We just need to go through the maze?" Furong said.
"There will be some obstacles, such as Hagrid's animals, or some spells..." Bagman continued to explain: "As always, enter according to the score; Mr. Hart is the first, then Krum. Sir, Miss Delacour and Mr. Potter!"
Then, Bagman looked a little impatient, and hurriedly left after saying this.
Four warriors watched the labyrinth which is still under construction.
Jon and Furong left here, and they returned to the castle chatting and laughing; since the second project, Furong's attitude towards Jon has been pretty good.
Harry wanted to go back to the castle, but Krum stopped him.
Krum whispered a few words to Harry, and then, with his mighty muscles, pulled Harry to the Forbidden Forest.
Jon knew that Krum was asking Harry about Hermione, so he didn't stop them either.
...
After eating something in the hall, it was almost seven o'clock after eating.
Jon hurried to Dumbledore's office on the eighth floor. There were not a few weeks left in this semester, and his "confinement" was not frequent.
It's rare that the stone monster is not sleeping at this point...
Because someone was trying to break into Dumbledore's office.
"...Can you open the door?" Harry Potter said in irritation, his face full of anxiety: "I really have something to see Professor Dumbledore. It is very important!"
The stone monster looked up coldly, ignoring him at all.
Harry kicked it hard, but it didn't have any effect except for the painful embracing his thumb.
"What's wrong?" Jon walked over and asked calmly.
"Jon..." Harry glanced at him, the anxiety on his face did not disappear at all: "I must see Professor Dumbledore... Mr. Crouch has appeared near the Forbidden Forest... He seems to be crazy... "
Jon had realized what was going on, he took a few steps closer, ready to help Harry open the door.
But it doesn't seem to need his help anymore...
At this moment, the stone wall full of words behind the stone monster opened silently, and Dumbledore stood there, wearing a long green robe, with a slightly surprised expression on his face.
"Something went wrong?" he asked, looking at Harry and then at Jon.
Jon waved his hand, indicating that he was just passing by.
"Professor... Mr. Crouch is here-in the forest, he wants to talk to you... Crouch is not right... He, his brain is abnormal... He said he wanted to remind..." Harry panted and shouted, "Krum stayed there to take care of him..."
"Lead the way ahead," Dumbledore said without hesitation, and followed Harry hurriedly down the corridor, leaving Jon alone beside the monster.
I heard Harry say intermittently from afar:
"...Mr. Crouch said he did a terrible thing... and mentioned his son... and Bertha Jorkins... and... and Voldemort... as if to say that Voldemort became strong It's..."
Harry looked at their distant backs, thought carefully, and decided not to follow.
He glanced at the stone monster ~EbookFREE.me~ the stone monster who had just had a cold face, and immediately lowered his head with a husky smile.
"Sugar quill..." it said actively.
"Well, sugar quill!" Jon said quickly.
The stone monster gave way, and Jon quickly walked in.
Just a few seconds after walking in, the big bright red bird bumped over.
Fox also seemed to know that Dumbledore would not be back in a short time, and his eyes were waiting intently for Jon's purse.
Jon took out a few herbal packs from his pocket, and looked at the phoenix who was devouring him, feeling a little sympathetic.
"Poor thing... How bad the food Professor Dumbledore gave you..."
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