Crouch spoke again to a tree, seemingly forgetting about Harry all at once. Harry was so surprised that he didn't notice that Crouch had let go of him.

"Yes, my son recently passed twelve ordinary wizard level exams and his results are very satisfactory, thank you, yes, I am 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......"

"You're here with him!" Harry said to Krum, "I'll call Dumbledore, I know where his office is, I can hurry—"

"He's crazy. Krum hesitated, looking down at Crouch. Crouch was still babbling at the tree, seemingly assuming it was Percy.

"Just stay with him. Harry was about to get up and leave, but his movement seemed to provoke Mr. Crouch, causing him to change his stance sharply, grabbing Harry's knee and dragging him to the ground once more.

"Don't ...... Leave...... I!" he whispered, his eyeballs popping out again, "I...... Escaped...... Must be reminded ...... Must be told...... I want to see Dumbledore...... It's all my fault...... It's all my fault...... Bertha...... He's dead...... It's all my fault...... My son...... It's all my fault...... Tell Dumbledore...... Harry Potter...... Dark Lord ...... Got stronger...... Harry Potter ......"

"As soon as you let me go, I'll go to Dumbledore, Mr. Crouch!" Harry said. He turned his head to look at Krum in exasperation, "Can you help me?"

With a trembling look, Krum stepped forward and crouched down beside Mr. Crouch.

"You hold him here," Harry said, wrying free from Mr. Crouch's grasp, "I'll bring Dumbledore back." Then he immediately pulled his legs and ran in the direction of the forest.

Krum looked at Harry's back and soothed the haggard old man in front of him, and just as Harry disappeared as far as Krum's eyes could see, a low, hoarse, but aggressive roar suddenly came from behind him.

"Faint!"

Before Krum could even turn around, a red light struck him in the back, and he fell straight to the ground, splattering dust on the ground.

Then Mu's dripping magic eye began to spin wildly, but his gaze never took off the old man in front of him, and he grinned cruelly.

"Little Barty, is that you?" said Mr. Crouch, who shook his head suddenly, and his cloudy eyes suddenly brightened.

Moody's brow furrowed.

"I know your results, I'm satisfied!" Crouch said with a gratifying expression, and then his body shook violently suddenly.

"You've let me down so much. Crouch's eyes suddenly became extremely remorseful and self-reproachful at this time, "I didn't educate you well and lead you to the right path, I'm sorry for your mother." ”

Crouch jumped as if he was deranged, and said something mindless.

"Is the show over? Moody squeezed out such a sentence from between his crooked teeth at this time, and his eyes became more and more fierce.

"Leave these words to hell and talk to my mother. Moody said coldly, raising his wand with one hand, and scolded, "Avada suo!"

"Faint!"

A spell from behind Moody preceded him, striking him in the back of the head with incredible precision, and then with a crooked hand, the green light struck an ancient tree beside the path, blasting a large hole in the waist and sending sawdust flying.

"It's time for the fakes to rest for a while. A somewhat tattered wooden leg stepped on Moody's head and kicked it twice, and the owner of the wooden leg spat at Moody's side before speaking contemptuously in his hoarse voice.

"By the way, and my old buddy. He bent down, and then grossly gouged Moody's MONOCULUS out of its socket, which pulsed vividly in his wide palm, and then jumped into the man's socket at once.

"You're still a little unaccustomed to walking. The man muttered.

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"Victor?" called Harry, who had already called Professor Dumbledore over and had been explaining what had happened during the previous journey, and now that the darkness of the night had covered the sky, obscuring much of his vision.

But no one answered.

"They were here just now," Harry said to Dumbledore, "they must be around here......"

"Fluorescent flickering. Dumbledore said, holding up his wand in his hand to light up the night sky, noncommittal to what Harry had said, looking calm, perhaps anticipating what was happening in the forest.

"You've arrived just in time, I've already treated him a bit. A dark shadow slowly poked out of the bushes, startling Harry to point his wand at the man in front of him, and then he realized that he was in a false alarm, and through the tip of Dumbledore's wand, Harry could see the person - Moody was also looking at the two of them against his dripping and swirling magic eye.

Harry felt a little strange, he inexplicably felt that Professor Moody in front of him had changed, his gray hair was missing a few pinches, the most obvious thing was that he had lost a lot of weight, and the scarred skin looked even more shriveled and hateful because of the thinness.

"Was he attacked?" Dumbledore asked directly, seemingly not surprising as to why Moody was here

"I'm afraid yes, when I arrived, I saw the warrior knocked to the ground. Moody said lightly, "Then I did some of the necessary things to do with him, but it seems that more professional people are needed to help him recover now." ”

"Where is he?" asked Harry hurriedly. "And Mr. Crouch, what about the others?"

"Leaning against the tree over there. Moody stretched out his finger and pointed to a tree not far away, and sure enough, an unclear figure could be seen there.

"As for Mr. Crouch you are talking about, I don't see it at all. Moody's words made Harry's heart, which had been slightly relieved, hang again.

"It's important to save people first. Dumbledore muttered, half-moon lenses flickering in the glimmer of his wand.

He raised his wand aloft and pointed in the direction of Professor McGonagall's office. Harry saw a silver object erupt from his wand, like a pale bird, flashing through the trees. Then Dumbledore walked briskly in the direction Moody had pointed, glanced at Krum leaning against the trunk of the tree, pointed his wand at him, and whispered, "Recover quickly." ”