"Could it be that ... Is that the Black Stone strip the hell?" Harry whispered.

"I don't know what to do—" Roger lay down again, his left leg on top of his right.

"I think so," Hagrid continued, "and then I found out that after every earthquake, the black stone bar grew a little taller. If it goes on like this, it won't be long before the trees in the forest won't be able to stop the stone. ”

"And what about Dumbledore, didn't he bother with the stone?" asked Ginny.

"I've seen it, but it's useless, Headmaster Dumbledore can't do anything with that stone..."Hagrid looked a little worried: "Otherwise, a stone suddenly stands up in the Forbidden Forest, how can the curious monkeys in the school still be able to bear it..."

And others? Even Roger can't calm down... The stone that grows up, can cause small earthquakes, and Dumbledore is helpless, and it's interesting to listen to.

"Hey, don't even think about it!" Hermione, who was closest to him, immediately spotted the thing's excited expression.

"Hermione is right, the tempers of the animals in the woods have been getting more and more irritable lately, otherwise what do you think I'm holding this for?" Hagrid glanced at him and patted the bow and crossbow leaning against him, "I didn't even need to carry a weapon when I entered the Forbidden Forest before. ”

"Yes, yes, you're big, you're powerful, okay. Roger muttered perfunctorily: "I've said this dozens of times, and I'm not tired of it..."

"I mean, it's best not to go into the Forbidden Forest lately," Hagrid said, staring at Roger, "and you'd better all focus on the competition and learn a little bit of a powerful spell, it will always be useful." ”

As soon as he heard this, Neville suddenly whispered with a bitter face, "It's over, even Hagrid has asked us to learn evil spells, and the third project will definitely be more dangerous than facing the fire dragon..."

His voice was so low that it was almost unheard except for the people sitting next to him.

"Alright, you guys... Get up. Hagrid slapped his thigh and stood up from the stump: "Roger, don't lie down, it's not too early, I'll send you back to the castle..."

But at this moment, there was a sudden unusual movement in the bushes behind the hunting ground guard, and Hagrid immediately put the crossbow in his hand. They could clearly see something moving.

"Who's there?" Hagrid shouted, "Come out quickly, or you're welcome!"

A dark figure stumbled out from behind a tall oak tree. Roger didn't recognize what it was... But Hermione recognized it.

"Don't do it, it's Mr. Crouch!" the girl cried, reaching out and pressing down on the wand that was left in Roger's hand.

"Crouch, which Crouch?" Hagrid apparently didn't recognize yet.

"Barty Crouch," Roger squinted, looking at the dark shadow at the glimmer of light emanating from Hagrid's hut, "the referee who was absent from the second game, the director of the Department of International Magical Exchange and Cooperation..."

"Percy's boss, I heard Percy say he's sick at home?" said Ginny, surprised, and took two steps forward to make Crouch look a little clearer, "Uh... I think he's suffered a little bit in the Forbidden Forest..."

Mr. Crouch looked as if he had been wandering outside for many days, the knees of his robe torn, bloodstained, his face scarred, 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, who only he could see. He kept muttering and gesticulating.

"What do you think he's doing?" asked Harry in a whisper.

"It should be a symptom of Alzheimer's... If you're not smarter, that's what will happen when you're old. Roger touched his chin and was talking serious nonsense.

Originally, it was thought that Crouch had been killed by a fake Moody in the Forbidden Forest after the completion of the second project, but now it seems... Apparently he memorized the content of the movie...

Hagrid hesitated for a moment, then lowered his crossbow and walked slowly toward Mr. Crouch. Mr. Crouch didn't look at him, but kept talking to a nearby tree.

“... Weatherby, after you're done with this, send an owl to Dumbledore to confirm the number of Durmstrstrong's students participating in the tournament, and Karkaroff sent a message saying that there were twelve..."

"Mr. Crouch?Barty Crouch?" Hagrid greeted in a gruff voice.

“... 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 to twelve... Let's do it, Weatherby, okay? okay? okay..."

Mr. Crouch's eyes protruded. He stood there, his eyes fixed on the tree, his mouth muttering silently.

Hearing what he was saying, Roger couldn't help but poke Ginny: "Your dad also works at the Ministry of Magic, but why does Crouch always call your brother by the wrong name?

Ginny blinked and explained, "Probably in the ministry, my father knows a lot of people, and no one will call him by his last name, but they all call him Arthur." ”

"Makes sense," Roger nodded.

At this point, Mr. Crouch staggered a few steps to the side and fell to his knees.

"Mr. Crouch?" Hagrid bent down and exclaimed, "Are you alright?"

Crouch's eyes rolled upwards as if he was about to hang. Hermione and the others all gathered around, looking down at Crouch in some panic.

"What's wrong with him?"

"I think he's crazy..."

"Do you want to call someone... Come and find Madam Pomfrey?"

"Dumbledore!" Mr. Crouch said, gasping for air.

He pounced and grabbed Roger's robe standing in front of him, pulling him to his side, but his eyes were staring straight above Roger's head: "I'm going to... See... Dumbledore..."

"What kind of bike... No, what do you want Dumbledore?" Roger kicked him to the ground.

"What are you doing!" Hermione glared at the boy and walked over to try to pick up the withered Crouch, "Are you alright, Mr. Crouch, Roger didn't mean to..."

"I did... A... Stupid...," Crouch gasped. He looked completely insane, his eyes bulging outward, dripping, and saliva dripping down his chin: "It must... Tell... Dumbledore!"

Mr. Crouch's eyes rolled to Hermione's outstretched hand.

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