"Harry, what's going on?"

Harry made a silent motion, staring at where there was movement. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

He reached into his robe and fumbled with his wand, he was sure that someone was there!

Someone is following them, who could it be?!

There was silence in the woods, and it was eerie, except for the sound of the night wind.

"Oh my God, look at that!" Ron suddenly shouted, pointing to the opposite.

Harry and Hermione hurried back to see a man stumbling out from behind a tall oak tree.

The atmosphere was tense, and Harry, Ron, and Hermione didn't recognize it for a while......

Then, they reacted, and it was Mr. Crouch.

He looked to have been adrift outside for many days, the knees of his robe were torn, bloodstained, his face was covered with scars, his beard was unkempt, his face was gray and haggard, and his otherwise neat hair and beard needed to be washed and trimmed.

His appearance is peculiar, but the most bizarre thing is his behavior.

Mr. Crouch seemed to be talking to someone, who only he could see.

He kept muttering and gesticulating.

As soon as Harry saw him, he remembered an old homeless man he had met when he was out shopping with the Dursleys.

The man was talking like crazy into the air, and Aunt Petunia grabbed Dudley's hand and pulled him across the road to avoid the madman, while Uncle Vernon used the subject to talk endlessly about what the family was going to do with beggars and homeless people.

"Oh my God, it's Mr. Crouch, what's going on?" Hermione panicked.

"He seems to be crazy!" Ron looked at him in equally horror.

"Be careful!" Harry shouted, pointing his wand at Crouch.

He didn't have time to think about why the voice he had just heard was in the opposite direction from Crouch, he just sensed danger inexplicably.

He hesitated for a moment, then slowly walked towards Mr. Crouch.

Mr. Crouch didn't look at him, but kept talking to a nearby tree.

"Weatherby, when you're done with this, send an owl to Dumbledore to confirm the number of students Durmstrang is going to be in the tournament, and Karkaroff has sent a message saying that there are twelve ......"

"Mr. Crouch?!" Harry said cautiously.

"Then send an owl to Madame Maxim to deliver a letter, and she may have to increase the number of students as well, and since Karkaroff's number has increased to twelve, let's do it, Weatherby, okay? okay? okay......"

Mr. Crouch's eyes bulged, and he stood there, his eyes fixed on the tree, his mouth muttering silently.

Then, he staggered a few steps to the side and fell to his knees.

"Mr. Crouch!"

"Mr. Crouch, are you alright?" called Harry.

Crouch's eyes rolled upwards as he looked at the three of them with a terrifying gaze.

"Guys, we'd better get some!" Ron said, looking at Crouch in horror.

"Dumbledore!" Mr. Crouch gasped, he suddenly pounced, grabbed Harry's robes, and pulled him to his side, but his eyes were fixed on the top of Harry's head, "I want, I want to see Dun, Dumbledore......"

"All right!" said Harry, "as soon as you get up, Mr. Crouch, and we'll go find ......."

"I did something stupid...... Crouch gasped, he looked completely insane, his eyes bulging outward, dripping and drooling down his chin, "Gotta tell Dumbledore, gotta tell him!"

Mr. Crouch's eyes rolled to glaring at Harry.

"Y-Who are you?" he whispered, his tone wary, "I think I've seen you somewhere?"

"I'm a student at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Harry said, turning his head to look at Hermione and Ron.

"Mr. Crouch, he's Harry Potter, I'm ....." Hermione came over and helped Crouch.

"Harry Potter!" Crouch asked softly, "you're the kid, this is Hogwarts, you're Dumbledore, go and give him a heads-up......"

Crouch pulled him closer, and Harry tried to let go of Crouch's grip on his robes, but he grabbed it too tightly.

"Give, give Dumbledore a heads-up, tell him ....."

"If you let me go, I'll go find Dumbledore. Harry said, "Let go of me, Mr. Crouch, I'll go find him!"

"Thank you, Weatherby, and I'd like to have a cup of tea after you've done that. My wife and son are coming soon, and we're going to a concert tonight with Mr. and Mrs. Fudge. ”

Crouch abruptly let go of Harry and Hermione, and spoke again into a tree.

He seemed to have forgotten about them all at once, and went into a strange state of madness.

Harry, Ron, and Hermione stared at each other uneasily, surprised, only heavy gasps in the woods.

"Yes, my son has recently passed twelve ordinary wizard level exams, and the results are very satisfactory. Thank you, yes, very proud of him indeed. Well, if you can bring me that memorandum from the Minister of Magic of Andorra, I'll probably have time to draft a reply......"

"He's crazy!" Ron said, looking down at Crouch.

Crouch was still babbling at the tree, seemingly assuming it was Percy or something.

"That's right!" Harry quickly decided, "You wait for him here, I'll call Dumbledore back!"

Harry was about to get up and leave, but his movements seemed to provoke Mr. Crouch, causing him to change his posture violently.

He grabbed Harry's knee and dragged him to the ground once more.

"Don't leave me, Harry Potter!" he whispered, his eyes popping out again, "I'm escaping, their guards are suddenly letting go, I'm escaping, I must be reminded, I must tell...... I want to see Dumbledore, it's all my fault, it's all my fault, my son...... Tell Dumbledore, Harry Potter, the Dark Lord is getting stronger! Hurry up, Harry Potter ......"

"Dark Lord?!" Harry was stunned for a moment, "As long as you let me go, I'll go find Dumbledore, Mr. Crouch!"

With the help of Ron and Hermione, he struggled to break free of Crouch.

"You hold him here," Harry said quickly, "I'll bring Dumbledore back." ”

"You'd better hurry!" Ron shouted, "we won't last long." ”

Ron looked at Crouch uneasily, and he went into a state of madness again.

Harry sped out of the forest and across the pitch-black field.

It was completely dark, and the field was empty.

Professor Moody, who had been standing by the lake, was no longer there, and Harry didn't think much of it, running towards the castle with all his might.