For a moment no one spoke, and then ......

"Labyrinth." Krum said in a gruff voice.

"That's right!" "It's a maze, and the third event is very simple and clear, and the Triwizard Cup is placed in the middle of the maze, and whoever can touch it first will get a perfect score," Bagman said. ”

At this time, Sherlock arrived, and he watched Bagman excitedly explain the dangers of the last project to the others.

Maze is a fairly old competitive sport, which not only examines the observation, memory, physical strength, and timely judgment of the passer, but is also a very interesting project.

"There will be many obstacles." Bagman said cheerfully, tiptoeing around, his actions causing a strong resentment among the three warriors, who did not seem to care about their safety.

"Hagrid provided a whole bunch of animals...... There are also some spells that must be lifted...... Things like that, you know, and also, the Warriors who lead the scoring go into the maze first. ”

"First Harry Potter, then Krum, and finally Fleur, so, no problem, right? Then go back to the castle. ”

Fleur pouted, but there was nothing she could do about her last score, as long as she could find the trophy in the maze, she could still be the winner.

After saying goodbye to Bagman, Bagman stuffed Sherlock with a map before leaving.

"This is the map in the maze of the third project, and when the time comes, the maze will be exactly the same as the one on this map, and as an admission judge, you have to have this...... At the beginning of the third project, Master Sherlock, you have a great responsibility! ”

Sherlock nodded, after all, he did have to do a little more to keep the three warriors scurrying around the labyrinth safe.

On the way back, Sherlock turned back to the castle with Harry and Krum.

"I'm pretty good at mazes, and you have to be careful with this competition, Harry." There was a hint of blood on Krum's old-fashioned face.

Harry listened to this blunt declaration of war and responded as it should, "I believe this project will be exciting, as long as you do your best, win or lose, you will have no regrets." ”

At this time, a man suddenly stumbled out from behind a tall oak tree, Sherlock and the others looked over suspiciously, as if they had some impression of this person, and after a few closer looks, it was actually Crouch, but his current appearance was too far from usual.

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 neat hair and beard needed to be washed and trimmed.

His appearance is peculiar, but the most bizarre thing is his behavior.

Mr. Crouch seemed to be talking to someone, muttering and gesturing incessantly.

"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. ”

Sherlock 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." Sherlock frowned slightly, "It's like the aftermath of too much of the Imperius Curse, the problem is a bit serious, I'm here to see that he needs someone to go to the school to find someone." ”

"Imperius?" Krum was visibly hard to believe, "I'm not very familiar with the inside of Hogwarts. ”

"Then I'll go, Mr. Sherlock." Harry stepped up and said.

Harry was just about to leave when Crouch suddenly pounced and grabbed Sherlock's silver robes, "Dumbledore!" I must see Dumbledore. ”

Sherlock softened his tone as much as possible, "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 so strange that he's in such a state, Harry had better get someone over as soon as possible." ”

Mr. Crouch's eyes rolled to glare at Sherlock.

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

Sherlock didn't answer, and now Crouch looked like a madman with a mental problem.

"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 will be here soon, and we're going to the concert tonight with Mr. and Mrs. Fudge."

Crouch suddenly began to talk about a tree again, and seemed to forget all three people in front of him at once.

"It's too slow to wait until someone else! I'll do it myself. Sherlock said.

Krum's eyes widened, he didn't expect to see the famous Prince of Charms cast a spell so close ago, and this kind of problem, which seemed tricky at first, was it easy for Sherlock?

Sherlock drew his wand, and a tiny white line connected into Crouch's hair, the dense lines with a mist of flowing water, and a quiet force gradually took effect.

"My mother had insomnia a while ago, and I usually use this spell to help her fall asleep, but it's actually a spell I invented a long time ago, called Xiling Meditation!"

Krum was speechless, and such a seemingly powerful spell for spiritual comfort and healing was actually used by Sherlock to treat insomnia.

Harry, on the other hand, was familiar with the spell, as Hermione would use it to refresh herself when she was studying seriously, when she was emaciated, or when she was exhausted.

The spell had been used by Hermione as a stimulant for learning.

And the reason why Hermione was able to learn this spell was when she first met Sherlock in the library, and the other party lent her notes to Hermione and then instructed them to learn it.

Even during the midnight duel with Malfoy in the first year, Harry was struck by the other party's evil curse, the Shadow Terror, which was also invented by Sherlock, but Hermione used the Spiritual Meditation to banish Harry's fear.

Receiving the influence and reassurance of Xi Lingjing's forehead, Crouch's eyes gradually calmed down a lot, and he suddenly gasped for breath, "I...... Escaped...... Must be reminded ...... Must be told...... I want to see Dumbledore...... Or is it Sherlock...... 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 and Sherlock about the two of them...... Dark Lord ...... Got stronger...... Go and wake up Mephisto...... The Dark Lord has a chance...... It's against Mephisto! ”

Crouch then fell into a deep coma.

Sherlock fell silent, as if he had been targeted by the Dark Lord...... Or is it that the Mephisto family is all targeted by the Dark Lord......

Seeing Sherlock in silence, Harry said to Krum, "With Mr. Sherlock here, there should be no problem now, you guys wait here for a while, and I'll be back as soon as possible." ”

Turning around, Harry's figure faded into the night.

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

Harry read out the secret order from the Headmaster's Office.

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

Harry breathed down as soon as he entered, "Offended, Professor, now that Mr. Crouch is at 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!" ”

Harry 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, and who else is there now?" Dumbledore asked, as he walked.

"He's in a bad state right now, probably because he's been hit by the Imperius Curse many times." Harry muttered slightly, "At the end, when Mr. Sherlock cast a spell to sober the other man, he mentioned his son...... And Bertha Jorkins, and, Voldemort, as if to say that Voldemort has become stronger...... And...... And he also mentions Voldemort's seemingly intent on targeting Mephisto's plans! ”

"The situation seems to be more serious than imagined, and the demon is even eyeing the demon! How wonderful is this world, only magic can fight magic, and only demons can fight demons? Dumbledore quickened his pace, his expression solemn.

"Huh? Professor, what do you say? Harry asked in surprise.

"It's nothing, I was thinking that if he was in this state, there shouldn't be anything wrong with Sherlock by his side." Dumbledore softened.

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

In the darkness, Dumbledore and Harry saw the handsome young man, and Crum was tall and burly to help Crouch up, but the other man was still unconscious, and Dumbledore eagerly came over and broke Crouch's eyelids.

"Passed out." He whispered, looking out at the trees around him, half-moon-shaped lenses flickering in the faint light, as if trying to discern which direction Crouch was coming from.

The sky of the Forbidden Forest was dark and vast, and above the dark curtain, there were faint stars scattered like pale sapphires adorning the splendid silks.

Crouch was taken back to Hogwarts Castle, which alarmed all the professors of the three schools of witchcraft and wizardry, the three headmasters were all present, the four headmasters were also present, and Crouch lay unconscious in his bed in the infirmary.

The Minister of the Ministry of Magic is also heading this way.

"His spirit is already on the verge of remnants, it is already a miracle to be alive, I just calmed my mind, it will take at least half a year to return to normal." Sherlock said calmly.

Mrs. Ponley, who is a nurse in the infirmary, thinks so.

"Are things really getting troublesome? Mr. Crouch seemed to know something, but he didn't make it clear, and he mentioned that the man had a dead wife and children, and I wondered if it was a thought of them or something...... However, he also mentioned some of the man's plans. ”

Dumbledore raised his tone and looked at the people around him.

Karkaroff stared at Crouch lying on the bed with a depressed expression.

"This is the after-effect of the Imperius curse, maybe Crouch was already controlled a while ago, but we didn't find out if we wanted to end this triwizard tournament...... After all, the outside world has begun to spread the rumor. ”

Mrs. Magosim hesitated.

"We can't stop this match, once the Triwizard Tournament starts, it will only be the end if one of the Warriors gets the Goblet of Fire in person in the last event, and we don't need to be afraid to end this tournament because of the rumors of the mysterious people! But I'm more concerned about what Crouch is talking about about the Dark Lord's plan. ”

Karkaroff's tone was quite tough, as if the Goblet of Fire would definitely be taken by Durmstran's warriors, and he also diverted everyone's attention from the Dark Lord's plan that Dumbledore had talked about.

After all, that was what Crouch said when he was sober, and now it looks like Crouch might really have something to do with the Dark Lord or the Death Eaters.

"Okay...... It just so happens that you are here, Mr. Fumond...... Actually......" Dumbledore sighed, still saying it, "it seems like he was going to do something to Mephisto, in fact Sherlock was there at the time, and he heard it." ”

Dumbledore went on to say "I don't know exactly what his plan was, but Mephisto must have been one of his targets...... Or rather, the main goal. ”

"Damn it!" Fu Mund scolded angrily, he did not doubt the authenticity of this matter, according to the current power of Mephisto, it is already the largest pure-blood family in the wizarding world, and its interests are wide-ranging, and it is also related by marriage to the largest pure-blood family in the Soviet magical world.

Fourmond is now in a position of high power, and it is possible that Voldemort really intends to do something to Mephisto.

"I'm going back to the manor tonight." At this time, the silent Sherlock said suddenly.

"I don't feel at ease when my mother is alone at home."

"You're worried about the present...... The family village is heavily prohibited! Fourmond said, but then sighed at the thought of Voldemort's prestige and prowess more than a decade ago.

"How similar this scene was back then, when my father had a bad relationship with the Dark Lord! Perhaps at that time, my father was the only one who opposed the Dark Lord's actions, and the Dark Lord did not kill him! ”

Sherlock blinked quietly, and Funmond was talking about his grandfather.