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"What happened?" Hermione asked softly, "After Harry left, I felt something wasn't right, as if someone was hiding in the shadows and watching us. I had just given a warning spark when I was knocked down......"

"You're doing a good job, Hermione!" said Aven, a brief repetition of what had just happened.

He did not say that the person he was fighting was Barty Crouch Jr., but that he did not know anyone.

"Who is that man, and why did he kill Mr. Crouch?" Hermione said, turning back in the direction in which Mr. Crouch had disappeared, "Aven, what are we going to do now......?

Just then, there was a sound of footsteps, it was Dumbledore and Harry.

The two of them hurried around, a narrow pillar of light moving back and forth between the dark tree trunks.

"What's going on, Aven?" Dumbledore asked calmly, "Where's Crouch?!"

"He's gone, either wandering in the woods or ......," Evan repeated what had just happened.

Dumbledore listened to Evan's narration and stared thoughtfully at the dark woods, understanding what Evan meant.

"Professor, shall we go to him, or go back and call for help?" Harry asked.

"Don't!" Dumbledore said quickly, "stay here, Harry, you four stay here." ”

As he spoke, he raised his wand and pointed in the direction of Hagrid's hut.

A silver thing erupted from his wand, like a pale bird, flashing among the trees.

Then, Dumbledore walked over and woke Ron up.

Ron woke up and put his hand on the back of his head.

"It hurts me!" he cried out, "he hit me, that old madman hit me." Hermione fainted suddenly, and I was about to go over to see what was going on, when the old madman attacked me from behind!"

"It's not Mr. Crouch, it's someone else!" Harry whispered, explaining to him.

A moment later, the sound of thunderous footsteps reached their ears, and Hagrid appeared out of breath.

He was followed by Tooth, his bow and arrows in his hands.

"Professor Dumbledore!" he said, his eyes wide open, "God, you four, what's going on here?"

He looked around uneasily, looking at the marks left by the battle between Evan and Barty Crouch Jr.

"Hagrid, please inform Professor Moody......"

"There's no need, Dumbledore!" a deep voice snorted, "I'm here." ”

Moody limped toward them from the woods on crutches, his wand lit up.

He had already changed his clothes, and there was no trace of fighting Aven at all.

Behind him floated a stretcher, on which Krum was lying, unconscious.

"I should have arrived sooner, if it weren't for this damn leg!" said Moody angrily, pointing to his prosthetic leg.

"Professor, what's wrong with Krum?" Ron said in surprise, looking at Krum behind Moody.

He fainted, as if he had been attacked by someone. Moody said gruffly, MONOCULUS spinning rapidly.

Evan remembered that he had been burned by the demonic fire, but now it was as if nothing had happened, and it was really ......

"Krum was badly injured and I think someone was trying to kill the child. Thankfully, I patrolled the woods and found him!."

Hearing Moody's words, Harry, Ron, and Hermione all turned their heads to look at Aven.

"Well, I did attack him, but he didn't faint and wasn't hurt when I left. Evan sighed and recounted what had happened between himself and Krum, as well as the last obstacle spell he had used.

He didn't expect that Krum would actually meet Barty Crouch Jr., this guy is really unlucky!

"Professor, it certainly wasn't Evan who did it, it's the one who was chasing Mr. Crouch. Harry hurriedly said, "It must have been the man who met Krum in the woods and wounded him." ”

"That's right!" Hermione said anxiously, "I can prove that Evan ......."

"Quiet, Miss Granger!" Moody shouted, "You just mentioned Crouch?!"

"Yes, he's disappeared into the woods, we must find him!" Dumbledore said, examining Krum, "Hagrid, you call Professor Karkaroff quickly, he must be informed of this." ”

"Oh, okay, no problem, Professor!" Hagrid looked at the four of them worriedly.

Then, he turned and disappeared into the dark bushes, Toothtooth trotting after him.

Moody also learned the general story of what had happened from Harry and Ron, and he raised his wand.

"Damn, I didn't see them just now, I'm going to find Crouch!" he said, limping into the forest.

None of the rest spoke, and Dumbledore calmly looked at Moody's back and didn't stop him.

Not surprisingly, he should have gone to dispose of Mr. Crouch's body by now.

"Professor, is Krum alright?" asked Hermione, worried.

"No problem, but some recuperation!" Dumbledore said.

After a few more moments, they heard movement again, no doubt Hagrid and Toothtooth had returned.

Karkarov hurriedly followed, wearing the glossy silver-white fur robe, his face pale and anxious.

"What's going on?" he exclaimed, seeing Krum lying on the ground, "What's wrong?!"

"Igor, he's been attacked!" Dumbledore said, "Yes......"

Before he could finish speaking, Karkaroff jerked up and tugged at the fur robe wrapped around him, his face pale.

"That's enough, a hoax, it's all a hoax!" he yelled at Dumbledore, "I can see it, it's a conspiracy! You and your Ministry of Magic lured me here under false pretenses, Dumbledore, it's not a fair game! First of all, you secretly put Weasley in the game, even though he wasn't old enough! Now, you want to make my warriors ineffective! I sniffed out deception and corruption throughout the incident! And you, Dumbledore, you keep talking about improving the ties of the international wizarding world, about restoring good relations in the past, about forgetting old differences, and I now understand what kind of person you are!"

Karkaroff spat at Dumbledore's feet, saying that it was too late, and Hagrid grabbed the front of Karkaroff's fur robe, lifted him up, and slammed him against a nearby tree.

"Apologize!" Hagrid roared, and Karkaroff gasped for air.

Hagrid's thick fist was against his throat, his feet dangling in the air.

"Hagrid, stop!" Dumbledore shouted, his eyes flickering sharply.

Hagrid let go of the hand that had pinned Karkaroff to the tree, and Karkaroff slid down the trunk.

He was clumped up at the root of the tree, and some branches and leaves rained down on his head, looking very embarrassed.