After leaving Professor Flitwick's office, William ran into Hagrid at the door of the auditorium.

Hagrid's expression was speechless, like constipation.

After a conversation with Professor Flitwick, William also understood, and he hurriedly said, "I took the Conservation of Magical Beasts class next school year. ”

Hagrid breathed a sigh of relief and tried to pat William on the shoulder, but he dodged him.

This slap is slapped, and if you don't dodge, you will definitely kneel on the ground.

"It's not bad, you have a little conscience." Hagrid said angrily. "This year, neither George nor Fred took my class.

These two bad boys, I've been so good to them for nothing! In the future, if I visit the Forbidden Forest at night, I will definitely deduct their points. ”

William smiled helplessly.

Cedric took Hagrid's class.

He must have to choose, to make wands, he must have a good understanding of those magical beasts.

Hagrid brought dangerous magical creatures every time, and he ...... It's a lot of fun!

"Where's Autumn, will she take my class in the sixth grade?"

Hagrid asked some embarrassing questions, and William had to vaguely say, "I don't know, she didn't tell me." ”

Autumn must not have been chosen, do you need to talk about this? She had had enough of the fried snails and decided to give up the course.

She used to enjoy the class, but Hagrid had a good effect of dissuading her.

But it's hard to say, and in the second semester of autumn, you can only avoid Hagrid first.

It's not just autumn, Marietta...... Many students decide not to choose. They were so scared of Hagrid.

William looked at Hagrid's face, diverted the topic, and whispered:

"How are you and Madame Maxim?"

"Don't mention her!" Hagrid was furious, clenched his fists and said, "I don't want to see her again." I don't want to in this life. ”

Good guys, William straight good guys.

Who said before that they wanted to see Madame Maxim, the kind that they would see for a lifetime?

And now it's starting to be seen again?

I hope Hagrid is a little tougher and won't be slapped in the face in the future.

"Let's go, I'll take you to see some big babies, don't tell anyone."

Hagrid looked sneaky and pulled William outside.

They followed the lawn to the Quidditch pitch and entered the pitch through a crack in the stands.

The Quidditch pitch is no longer flat and smooth, and it seems as if someone has erected countless long low walls here.

These low walls are intricately intricate, winding in all directions.

Hagrid clapped his hands triumphantly, pointed to his masterpiece, and asked, "I guess you guessed what you're going to do here?" ”

William looked at the intricate low walls and guessed, "Labyrinth?" ”

"Yes, genius creativity." Hagrid brought William closer.

"The third event is very simple, the Triwizard Cup is placed in the middle of the maze, and whoever finds it first will get a perfect score."

"It's more than just a labyrinth, right?" William quickly remembered the paths.

If it's just a maze, the warriors will definitely be able to get the maze roadmap in advance. That would be too undifficult.

"There will be many obstacles." Hagrid was in a better mood, and he said cheerfully, "I'll provide a whole bunch of cuties—very docile magical creatures."

There are still some spells that must be lifted......"

Very docile magical creatures...... If someone else had said it, William would have an animal like a unicorn in mind.

Since it was Hagrid, what appeared in his mind were fire dragons and fried tail snails......

Hagrid will definitely do everything in his power to make this maze less "dangerous".

Hagrid took William and looked around the maze for a while before the two left the playground.

Hagrid went to the castle, and William sat alone by the Black Lake.

With a wave of his wand, he conjured a quill and parchment, and quickly drew the path of the labyrinth according to his memories.

There was a slight sound of footsteps, and William glanced away, the corners of his mouth curled.

Hermione crept over and stood behind him, not speaking.

She bent down, her head resting on his shoulder, and watched him sketch there.

Hermione blinked and asked softly, "Is it the third project?" It looks like a maze. ”

"yes, Hagrid just told me. To set up a maze in a Quidditch field, you'll need to memorize the routes. ”

Hermione looked at it for a moment and quipped, "I've finally found something you're not good at." ”

Well, it's crooked, William is a soul painter.

He stopped writing, took Hermione in his arms, turned to look at the Black Lake, and said:

"Anne should be asked to draw it, she's better at it."

"You can also learn it, so that you can paint a portrait of me in the future."

Hermione looked up, her head pressed against his chin, and rightfully so.

Reasonable!

William really should learn to draw so that he can paint a portrait of Hermione.

It's the kind of meat that Jack painted for the shredded meat in the Titanic!

The corners of William's mouth curled, and he reached out to stroke Hermione's chin, smiling silently.

Halfway through, the girl said angrily: "Where are you touching!" ”

William looked down in amazement, and retracted his paws.

It turned out that I accidentally touched a small hill.

I saw Hermione's face flushed, biting her lip, and panting.

At this moment, footsteps were heard behind him again. William turned his head away, frowning.

Krum walked slowly along the Black Lake towards the two of them.

"Miss Garanjie, may I have a word with you?" Krum said in broken English.

Hermione poked her head out of William's arms, slightly startled.

"Yes, no problem."

"Can you come with me over there?"

Krum clearly didn't want William to hear it.

Hermione shook her head directly and said, "No need, just say it here." ”

"Oh, well......" Krum hesitated, staring at William with a gloomy face.

William smiled and rubbed his chin against Hermione's hair.

Krum was brewing emotions, he hesitated for a long time, and was about to speak, when there was an unusual movement in the reeds not far away.

William stood up, and Hermione also stood up, and immediately took out her wand and looked ahead vigilantly.

A man suddenly stumbled out of the reeds.

William's eyes narrowed.

– Barty Crouch.

He looked to have been wandering outside for many days, the knees of his robe torn and bloodstained, his face covered with scars, his beard unkempt, and his face pale and haggard.

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.

William and Hermione exchanged glances, both wands in hand, and walked cautiously towards Crouch.

"Didn't you go to Ludo, Mr. Crouch?" William asked. "How did you come to be like this?"

Mr. Crouch didn't look at him, but kept talking to the reeds beside him.

“…… 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 sends a message saying that you want to increase the number of students ......"

"And then send an owl to Madame Maxim to deliver a letter, and she may also have to increase the number of students, since the number of Karkarov has increased......"

"What's wrong with him?" Hermione warned. "Looks like talking to Percy."

During the summer vacation, Crouch kept calling Percy Weatherby, and the twins used this name to mock Percy.

Mr. Crouch's eyes bulged out like that of a mentally ill person, staring straight ahead, muttering silently.

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

"Isn't this the referee, what's wrong with him?" Krum also walked over, and he looked down at Crouch in panic.

"Dumbledore!" Mr. Crouch gasped.

He pounced and grabbed William's robes, but his eyes were fixed on the top of William's head.

"I'm going to ...... See...... Dumbledore......"

"Okay." William nodded, "I'll take you to him now, what happened, who attacked you?" ”

"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! ”

"Tell him what?" Hermione said.

But Crouch fell into a state of madness again, and he continued to say to himself:

"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 seems to have confused the time and mentions his wife and son, as if he had gone back decades.

"Which of you go to Professor Dumbledore, call him over, I'll keep an eye on him here."

Krum looked trembling.

William and Hermione rolled their eyes at the same time.

It would be foolish to leave now and call someone.

Crouch behaves abnormally and must know something.

When he leaves, Crouch may be killed.

Besides, where do you need to call someone in person...... Isn't it a wizard?!

William's wand waved, and a silver sea eagle came out of the tip of the wand.

It spread its wings and flew in a circle, heading towards the principal's office.

William picked up the safety watch and prepared to find some tranquilizers for Crouch to administer.

A green light suddenly and insidiously shot out from the reeds.

……

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