"Mr. Crouch, please go this way. Filch, dressed in his old tuxedo, politely ushered Barty Crouch into a small conference room.

Crouch was depressed, yellow, and wrinkled on his shriveled skin, and he walked side by side with another Ministry of Magic official in his 40s with a gloomy face, surrounded by several strong, red-faced Aurors.

Through the castle window, they saw that on the shores of the lake, Alan was urging Harry to practice the Bubble Head Charm.

"Now Mr. Montrose and I are going to secretly use the Deception on your brother who is the number one to see who he is most precious to. There is no danger in Hogwarts, there is no need for these guards to follow, Fudge is really weak, in order to bring a few more bodyguards for himself, he simply stipulates that officials must have Auror escorts when traveling. Crouch waved impatiently at Albert beside him.

Albert raised his hand and motioned for the other Aurors to stop, then turned to Crouch and said, "Yes sir, but at least let me go with you." ”

Crouch stared at Albert for a long time, and Albert showed no weakness. Crouch snorted coldly and took the lead.

"If you want to get Alan's inner thoughts, I'm afraid you can't do it if you drain your magic power. Albert narrowed his eyes, skimmed Crouch and Mr. Montrose, and thought quietly.

"Is that distance enough?" Crouch asked in a low voice.

"Enough, soon enough. A hoarse voice sounded like it had been torn in its throat.

Albert leaned against the tree beside him with his arms around his chest, smiling and watching their movements.

Montrose shook his hair lightly, drew his wand, and aimed it at Alan.

Crouch casually glanced at the little wizards on the shore of the lake, and the master of the Deceptive Mind would have no problem dealing with a young wizard who had not yet graduated.

Alan on the lakeside looked in the direction of Crouch and them without a trace, and it just so happened that when he picked up his wand, the mood swings of the target before casting the spell were detected by Allen's recent continuous maintenance of casting training, and Montrose's self-conscious movements had already been known by Allen.

"Hey, I can't imagine that this Alan Harris has such an affair in addition to the three little witches shown in the investigation results, and his love life is rich enough. Montrose said excitedly, his eyes widened and his face flushed.

Montrose rubbed his eyes vigorously and leaned forward involuntarily, as if to get closer to the world he had explored.

"What's wrong?" Crouch asked casually.

Montrose didn't pay any attention to Crouch, and in his mind, he seemed to have arrived at a hotel with 237 written on the door, and he pushed the door open, and it looked neat and tidy, and there was nothing out of the ordinary.

Immediately afterwards, he pushed open the door of the bathroom, and behind a transparent white gauze curtain, in the bathroom, a young and beautiful fruit girl sat quietly.

Montrose froze in place, with blond hair and light gray eyes, just his favorite type.

The fruit girl did not speak, she stood up, and slowly walked towards Montrose, who completely forgot everything, couldn't hold back, and kissed the fruit girl, lips and teeth, kissing passionately and forgetfully.

Suddenly, Montrose stopped, his eyes frightened, and he saw in the bathroom mirror that the fruit girl in his arms had turned into an old and rotting corpse.

Panicking, Montrose pushed the decomposing corpse away, spreading his hands and shaking his head as he retreated.

The fruit girl laughed and rushed towards Montrose.

"Don't come here," Montrose screamed in horror for help, "Get out of here, don't come here......"

Montrose trembled on his legs and stumbled on the lawn, his wand tossed aside by him, his hands still frantically waving in the air.

A stream of yellow liquid ran down his trouser legs.

Crouch frowned and waved his wand, trying to bring Montrose to his senses, but to no avail.

Crouch looked at Allen on the shore of the lake and shouted, "Alan Harris, stop!"

The air on the lawn seemed to stand still, and everyone looked at the sudden appearance of Crouch.

Alan walked up to Crouch with an innocent face: "Mr. Crouch, what advice do you have?"

The little wizards on the lawn and by the lake also gathered around.

"Alan Harris, we have no ill intentions, we use the Dementor on you only to find out who you miss the most, so that we can use her as a hostage. Please also unenchant him from being unspelled. Mr. Crouch was so anxious that he didn't notice that he had revealed the secrets of the game.

The little wizards around looked at Crouch and Alan excitedly, as if they knew something they shouldn't know.

Crouch realized that he had made a slip of the tongue, and his expression became even more gloomy, this Alan Harris has such outstanding strength at a young age, and in time, I am afraid that he will be the pillar of the Harris family.

Thinking of his unsuccessful son, the tyrannical emotion continued to spread in his heart: "Harris, aren't you afraid of hurting your classmates if your counterattack is so fierce?"

"I'm sure there are no Masters of Divine Remembrance among my classmates. Alan replied aloud.

"The master of Occlumency, who can make the Dementor not perceive that he is detecting false news, the Master of the Deception you brought did not expect that I, as a student, could have such a high level of Occlumency, so I was completely defenseless. Alan raised his eyebrows and pretended to be complacent, "What's more, I've also added illusion magic, it's normal for him to suffer." ”

"What about the game? We can't choose hostages if you do this, it's a problem, we have to go back and talk to the others about how the event is going to go next. Now, I'm sorry for you to get Mr. Montrose back to normal. Crouch lowered his voice and lowered his posture.

In full view, Alan did not embarrass Mr. Crouch, and without a trace of resistance, he lifted Montrose's magic.

Montrose stood still, his eyes confused, and gradually regained his senses, his face flushed, and he fled quickly and in shame, not even having time to say a word to Mr. Crouch.

"Thank you. Mr. Crouch thanked stiffly, his displeasure suppressed in his voice.

Without waiting for Alan to reply, Crouch glared at Albert, who was smiling next to him, and motioned for him to follow and quickly left the lawn.

At Hogwarts, word always spreads quickly, and it's no longer a secret that the tournament will choose the person the Warriors miss the most as hostages.

As for whether to question the Warriors directly, the referees continued to argue, not knowing who spread the word, and the content of the argument quickly spread throughout Hogwarts.