"This should be an official from your Ministry of Magic, right?" Krum had a look of surprise on his face, "I remember he seemed to be our referee before. ”

Augustus looked quite serious, he nodded, and slowly walked over to Crouch.

Crouch apparently didn't react to his surroundings, and kept muttering, "...... Weatherby, when you're done with this, send an owl to Dumbledore to confirm the number of Durmstrang students participating in the tournament, and Karkaroff has a message saying that there are twelve ......"

“…… Then send an owl to Madame Maxim to deliver a letter, and she may also increase the number of students, since the number of Karkarov has increased to twelve...... Let's do it, Weatherby, okay? All right? Line ......"

"What's wrong with him, it doesn't look too good, should we call the school medical staff." Krum said directly.

"Such a state," Augustus frowned slightly, "It's like the aftermath of too much of the Imperius Curse, and the problem is a bit serious." You take a look at him here, and I'll go find someone. ”

"Imperius?" Krum was visibly incredulous, "No problem, I'm watching him here, you go to the teacher or someone else as soon as possible." ”

Augustus was just about to leave when Crouch suddenly pounced and grabbed Augustus' black robes, "Dumbledore!" I must see Dumbledore. ”

Augustus softened his tone as much as he could, "I'll go find Dumbledore now, you wait here." ”

"I did...... A...... Stupid ......," Crouch said, gasping for air. He looked completely insane, his eyes bulging outward, dripping and dripping, drooling down his chin. "Must ...... Tell...... Dumbledore! ”

Krum shook his head slightly, "It's really strange that he's in such a state, you better go find someone over as soon as possible." ”

Mr. Crouch's eyes rolled to Gauntus.

"You...... Who is it? He whispered.

Augustus didn't answer, and the inquiring eye opened, and Crouch was reflected in his pupils.

"To Dumbledore...... Reminder......"

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

Crouch suddenly began to talk about the trees again, and seemed to have forgotten all about Augustus at once.

Augustus drew his wand, and a tiny white line was connected to Crouch's hair, and the dense lines carried a mist of flowing water, and a quiet force gradually took its effect.

Crouch's eyes gradually calmed down a lot, and he suddenly gasped for air, "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...... Augustus ...... Dark Lord ...... Got stronger...... Augustus! ”

Augustus nodded to Krum, "There should be no problem now, you wait here for a while, and I'll be back as soon as possible." ”

Turning around, Augustus' slender figure faded into the night.

Three minutes later, he appeared at the door of Dumbledore's office.

A stone statue was erected at the doorway, and Augustus struck it three times with his wand, and a faint syllable came out of his mouth, and a line of blue words suddenly appeared above the stone statue, "Strange smell cockroach pile." ”

With a strange look in his eyes, Augustus pronounced the words directly.

The stone statue moved horizontally, revealing an adult-sized entrance.

Stepping into the room, a sound of joy was heard, and from the room, a fiery red unidentified object suddenly flew out. Augustus stopped, and the phoenix rested on Augustus' shoulder, slapping his head on the side of Augustus' face rather affectionately.

"It seems that Fawkes has a very good impression of you," Dumbledore sat behind the desk, smiling kindly behind the half-moon lenses, "How about my new password, if you have time, I suggest you try it, it tastes good." ”

Augustus paused, "Offended, Professor, now that Mr. Crouch is on the edge of the Forbidden Forest, he wants to see you." ”

A flash of surprise flashed in Dumbledore's dark blue eyes, and he stood up directly, without asking more, "Take me there!" ”

Augustus walked ahead, followed by Dumbledore, both of whom walked quickly along the edge of the castle towards the Forbidden Forest.

"What did Mr. Crouch say, Augustus." Dumbledore asked, as he walked.

"He's in a terrible state right now, probably because he's been under the Imperius Curse many times," Augustus muttered slightly, "and when he came to his senses, he mentioned his son...... And Bertha? Jorkins, and, Voldemort, seems to say that Voldemort has become stronger......"

"The situation seems to be more serious than expected," Dumbledore quickened his pace, his expression solemn.

"I've kept Krum there," Augustus mentioned.

"Very well, if he is in this state, there should be no problem with having someone around." Dumbledore softened.

"Where are they?" Dumbledore asked, as Beauxbatons' carriage loomed into the darkness.

"It was here before." Augustus glanced around the swarthy surroundings and drew his wand, a faint yellow light flickering.

The light illuminated the ground below and then fell on a pair of feet.

The two stepped forward, and Krum was curled up on the forest floor, looking delirious. There was no trace of Mr. Crouch around. Dumbledore bent down and gently lifted one of Krum's eyelids.

"Passed out." He whispered. He peered out into the trees around him, half-moon-shaped lenses glinting in the faint light.

"Krum should be sent to you, I'll stay here." Augustus sighed, his wand pointing at Krum, who was lying on the ground. A white glow flashed.

Krum opened his eyes, his face blank. He got up and saw Augustus and Dumbledore.

"He hit me!" Krum reached out and covered his head and muttered, "That old madman hit me!" I was waiting for Augustus to return from the castle when he attacked me from behind! ”

"Are you sure it was Crouch who attacked you?" Augustus looked serious.

"It should be, yes, after all, it was just me and him here at the time, and someone was sneaking up from behind, who else could there be besides him."

A thunderous sound of footsteps reached their ears, and Hagrid appeared out of breath, followed by Tooth. He had his bow and arrows in his hand.

"Professor Dumbledore!" He said, his eyes wide open, "Mr. Augustus, why are you here?" ”

"Hagrid, you go and call Professor Karkaroff," Dumbledore said, "and his student has been beaten. Then, please inform Professor Moody again—"

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

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