"He's fine, just maybe fainted." Dumbledore rolled Cedric's eyelids and looked at it, then said with certainty to Snape and Krum behind him.

"Where's Crouch?"

Snape asked suspiciously, but Dumbledore did not answer, but raised his wand aloft, and a silver object erupted from it, like a pale bird, as if it were flying in the direction of Hagrid's hut.

Then he leaned down again, pointed his wand at Cedric and whispered, "Recover!" ”

Cedric opened his eyes with a blank expression, and when he saw Dumbledore, he showed excitement

"Mr. Headmaster—" He grabbed Dumbledore's robe and tried to stand up, but Dumbledore held him down by the shoulder

"Lie down and don't move, kid, don't be in a hurry, talk slowly about what's going on—"

Cedric seemed to calm down at Dumbledore's reassurance, rubbing his brow with his hand and recalling:

"Mr. Crouch, attacked me, not long after Krum left—"

Suddenly there was thunderous footsteps in the forest, and Hagrid appeared out of breath, followed by the hound.

"I'm here, Professor Dumbledore!" He was out of breath and obviously came running.

"Hagrid, please go and get Professor Moody and Karkaroff here, there's something going on here that needs them-"

Dumbledore commanded, his eyebrows twisted into a figure-of-eight, his blue eyes surveying the dark jungle in the distance.

"Why are you and Krum here?"

Snape asked sharply, he was equally merciless to the students of Hufflepuff House, or that he didn't like the students of any house other than Slytherin.

"We've been told to hear about the third project—" This time Ning An rushed to answer.

"Then why did you two stay?"

Ning An looked at "Cedric" and hesitated for a moment, then said, "I...... challenged Cedric,"

"Challenge?"

"yes, you know we scored about the same in the first two events, it should be the top two, so I ...... I think Diggory will be the biggest opponent. ”

"Hmph, you think you're Harry? Potter ignored it? Yes? Snape scoffed, but for some reason the conversation shifted back to Harry.

"Alright, Severus."

Dumbledore opened his mouth to stop Snape's questioning, and he seemed more focused on finding Crouch's tracks, carefully observing the footprints on the ground.

"What's going on—Dumbledore? Hagrid was in such a hurry—" Moody snarled out of the bushes behind him, followed by Hagrid and Karkaroff.

"Krum? How did you end up here? ”

Karkaroff nervously stepped forward to look at Ning An carefully, flipping his robe up and down, as if to make sure he was not injured or had been cursed by some strange evil.

"I met them both halfway—" Hagrid was halfway through when Karkaroff interrupted him

"Dumbledore! Look, what are you doing here? Did you let the warriors of Hogwarts duel with our Wickdor in private? What kind of conspiracy is it trying to make Harry Potter a champion? You-you are so despicable! ”

"Calm down, Igor, no one is dueling with Krum-" Dumbledore calmly gestured to Karkaroff to calm down.

But the headmaster of Durmstrang didn't appreciate it, he turned around and grabbed Ning An's shoulder, and asked nervously:

"How? Wickdore? Say, what did they do to you? Damn, it can't be some weird poison spell, right? ”

"Nobody did anything to him, Karkaroff, it's Crouch who is missing."

Snape's mournful voice made Karkaroff temporarily take his attention away from Krum, and only calmed down when his beloved disciple nodded in acquiescence to Snape's statement.

"Crouch? Didn't he quit his job a long time ago to recuperate at home? He shook the glossy silver-white fur robe, his cheeks pale and haggard in the moonlight.

"That's enough—looks like we've got to find Barty? Crouch does. ”

Moody turned the terrifying eye and scanned the crowd back and forth, but the other eye was watching Dumbledore speak.

Dumbledore nodded silently, and Moody raised his wand and limped into the forest behind, as if he was in a hurry.

"Let's go look for it, Hagrid, please send Cedric back to the castle first-"

"Okay professor, I'll leave the tooth for you, maybe you'll need it when you're looking for someone."

Karkaroff stood aside and watched Dumbledore order the others to look for Crouch, stomping his foot in hatred, he still seemed to think that this was a small ploy by Dumbledore before the third project, aimed at ruining the state of the Warriors of Durmstran.

"Let's go, Wickdor!"

Angrily snorting his robe, the silver-white robe was beating like a wave of the moon, and was shaken up and down by Karkarov, he turned around and walked outside the bushes, and Ning An naturally followed honestly.

"Don't let them influence you-"

Walking on the meadow, Karkaroff looked at the low wall that had risen a little bit on the Quidditch field in the distance, and said to Ning An.

His mood was not high, and it seemed that there was something else bothering him, and after leaving Dumbledore and the others, there was less to say, and the two returned to Durmstrang's big ship, and Karkaroff stared at him for a few more words, and then went back to his cabin.

***

"Who is this guy?"

Daphne watched as an unconscious old wizard with a scarred face, ragged clothes, and blood stains on his body being thrown out of the box with the Traceless Stretching Spell cast by Ning An, and the expression on his face suddenly became terrifying.

For some reason, he always felt that this face was somewhat familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere before.

"Barty? Crouch"

Ning An clapped his hands, squatted down, groped around with Crouch for a while, put away his wand, and then sat back on the couch with peace of mind.

"Who?" Daphne asked uncertainly, "Barty?" Crouch? Director of the Department of International Magical Cooperation? ”

"Yes"

Ning An nodded, and then said to the girl, "Is there any black tea, Daphne?" I'm dying of thirst. ”

Daphne rolled her eyes, paused for a while, and then got up and went to the kitchen counter connected to the living room to make tea.

"How did you get him back? No, where did you get him back? Why does he look like this? ”

With a stomach full of questions to ask, Daphne didn't even know where to start.

"Well, he came here on his own, and if I don't get him, he'll probably be dead."

Ning An touched his nose, looked at Crouch who had fainted on the ground, and laughed inexplicably.

"He's an official of the Ministry of Magic—"

Daphne walked over with a cup of steaming black tea, put it on the coffee table in front of Ning An, and sat on the sofa next to her with a worried expression

"What are you going to do with him? Why bring him back? ”

Ning An tested the temperature of the black tea, took a small sip, slightly hot mouth, he blew and replied with a chuckle:

"Soon he won't, he'll soon be a criminal at the Ministry of Magic."

"Criminals?" Daphne's astonishment was filled with bewilderment, Barty? How did Crouch become a criminal?

"Abuse of power for personal gain, secretly release your son from Azkaban, I don't know how many crimes it counts?" Ning An sighed

"But it doesn't matter, he's not far from madness anyway."

"He's crazy?" Daphne looked at Crouch in shock, who was still in a coma, Barty, one of the important officials of the Ministry of Magic? Crouch, crazy?

"He's a good guy anyway, I've heard he's doing a good job at the Ministry of Magic, right?" Ning An looked relaxed, and the black tea was slightly cooler under his repeated blowing, and he took small sips and drank it.

"And from a standpoint, I think it's still very likely that Mr. Crouch is on our side, and all that is needed is a little patience and guidance."

"But we don't have time to take care of him—"

"It's okay, I'll write a letter to Jung and ask him to arrange for someone to pick up Mr. Crouch and go to Germany for a while," Ning An looked at Daphne and said to her:

"In addition, I need to borrow your owl to use it, I should not have let Fabian go back so early, even if it was two days at night."

Daphne rolled her eyes and looked at Crouch who fell to the ground in a daze, she was still digesting this sudden and shocking news, Mr. Crouch, a famous figure in the Ministry of Magic, was actually crazy and broke the law?

He let his son out? Little Barty? Isn't Crouch dead? Daphne remembered hearing her father mention it, but how did Ning An know about it?

After a night of silence, Daphne went back to her cabin to rest, and Ning An wondered whether to use the Impulse Charm to make Crouch sleep again, or simply use the Imperius Charm to temporarily control him, but this Mr. Crouch already had some experience in resisting the Imperius Curse, and this should not aggravate his "madness......

****

The next morning, the sun was still shining on the ground, turning the ground into a bright silvery white, and the students seemed unaware of what was happening around them, still discussing the Triwizard Tournament or the final exams with great interest.

Karkaroff was found by Dumbledore early in the morning, and Ning An guessed that it must have been to discuss Crouch's disappearance, needless to say, they definitely didn't find Crouch.

Ning An felt that the most anxious person now was not necessarily Dumbledore, and the fake Moody was definitely much more anxious than them.

Casting a disillusionment spell on himself, Ning An walked along the pasture to Hagrid's hunting lodge early in the morning, thinking of some strange and chaotic thoughts, today was the weekend, it was his date with Hermione.

Cautiously approaching the Forbidden Forest, seeing that no one had noticed, he lifted the illusion spell and quietly came to the familiar fir tree, which was originally empty, but as Ning An approached, it seemed to squeeze out a spare clearing from the woods, and a low wooden house appeared in front of Ning An's eyes.

On a small platform in front of the cabin, a red and black plaid cloth was laid with the cheese and bread on it, and Hermione, with her legs outstretched and a large thick book on her knees, was turning the pages as she lightly sipped the bread.

It seemed to hear Ning An's footsteps, she raised her head and saw the boy walking over, with a bright smile on his face, and even the slightly frizzy hair added a lot to her beauty, originally Hermione had to use a detangler to smooth her hair every time she went on a date, but then Ning An emphasized many times that she liked her frizzy hair very much, and forced her not to change, and Hermione went with the flow.

"Come so early, can't you wait to see me?"

Leaning down/shenzi and gently kissing Hermione on the cheek, Ning An lifted her robe and sat down beside her.

"It's obvious that you're up too late, and it'll be noon in a while."

Hermione tapped Ning An lightly on Ning An's head with a thick book, and said angrily, "Could it be that you played too much at night?" Where exactly do you live? Is it Hogsmeade? ”

The two of them have been dating for nearly half a year, and they are already quite familiar with each other, this kind of intimate fight is normal, and Hermione is no longer so cautious about Ning An's problems, since the last time she opened her heart, there are many fewer temptations and scruples to speak.

"You know I'm going to be apparitioned, I can stay in a hotel in London, or I can stay in any other place I want."

Ning An hummed a song, picked up a small piece of bread from the bread basket, and took a bite, it was soft bread, very sweet, he hadn't eaten since he got up in the morning, he was hungry, just eat a few more pieces.

Hermione put the book aside, looked at him in surprise, and said to Ning An, "You seem to be happy?" Has something good happened lately? ”

When she spoke, there was a faint trace of loss between her eyebrows, she didn't know what Ning An was doing every day, which made Hermione always feel empty in her heart, this boy always seemed to be half hidden behind the curtain, she couldn't guess it, she couldn't see through it, this feeling was terrible.

She sometimes has nightmares, dreaming that Ning An suddenly said to her: "We don't feel it anymore, let's break up, I've just been playing since the beginning." ”

Hermione was a smart girl, she had always been very confident in herself, but she didn't know why the logic and judgment she was proud of were all invalid when she came to Ning An, and she was so fascinated by him that she couldn't care about anything else.

"Yes, it's not that something good happened, but that I did a good thing, a good thing that you would definitely be happy to hear."

"What's good?" Hermione came interested.

"I saved someone's life."

Ning stroked a handful of Hermione's hair, pecked her cheek again, and burrowed back into the room.

His consideration for bringing Crouch back was basically the same as Daphne said, thinking that it would be the person he used, but was there any influence on Hermione? He found it hard to explain.

Hermione propped her chin on her hand, her face flushed, pondering what Ning An's words meant.

He saved a person's life? Did you save a Muggle on the streets of London last night? Car accident? I don't understand.

But Hermione still smiled, she could feel that Ning An had changed, unlike the one who had been distorted and somewhat terrible in her impression, he was changing back, turning back into the one she remembered.

I'll fix him, a little more time, a little more, and I'll be able to fix him completely, and then ...... Hermione was thinking sweetly about the future.

Thailand's most breasted female anchor's new passionate love video is exposed, and the male protagonist is so hungry and thirsty!! Please pay attention to the WeChat public account to watch online: meinvxuan1 (long press for three seconds to copy)!!