"I am a student at school. Hermione said.

"You're not... His people?" Crouch asked softly, his mouth drooping.

"It's not. The girl shook her head, but she didn't understand what Crouch was talking about.

"Dumbledore's man?"

"Yes. ”

Crouch got up from the ground. Hermione tried to give Crouch a lift, but it didn't work, he was still a little heavy.

"To Dumbledore... Wake up..."

"Remind him of what?" Hagrid picked Crouch off the ground with one hand, as if he wasn't an adult but a mop stick or something.

But Crouch, who had stood still, seemed to forget all about the people around him at once, and said again to a tree: "Thank you, Weatherby, I want to have a cup of tea after you have done that." My wife and son are coming soon, and we're going to a concert tonight with Mr. and Mrs. Fudge. ”

"He's crazy. Harry hesitated, leaning over to look at Crouch.

Crouch was still babbling at the tree, seemingly assuming it was Percy: "Yes, my son has recently passed twelve ordinary wizard level exams, and his results are very satisfactory, thank you, yes, I am very proud of him indeed." Well, if you can bring me that memorandum from the Minister of Magic of Andorra, I'll probably have time to draft a reply..."

"While it's interesting for us to study the question of whether he's crazy or not, I wonder if we should take him to Dumbledore first~" Luna reminded her by looking up at the tree where Crouch was talking.

"Well... Well, it really should be," Hagrid muttered, turning his head to look at the eerie Forbidden Forest in the moonlight, and reaching out again to pick up Crouch, "Maybe something strange has appeared in the woods again..."

But Hagrid's movements seemed to provoke Mr. Crouch, causing him to jerk his stance and hug the tree in front of him.

"Don't... Leave... I!" he whispered, his eyeballs popping out again, "I... Escaped... It 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... Harry Potter... The Dark Lord... Got stronger... Harry Potter..."

Harry, who was following the excitement next to him, was stunned for a moment: "Why is there still my business here?"

"Less self-inflicted... He's not calling you, he's reminding Dumbledore. What do you think he can still recognize you by now?" Roger who had not spoken for a long time rushed as if he had taken gunpowder.

He's on fire... The first two years were not smooth when I was right with Voldemort, but this year I finally had to help Lao Fu do things, and there was an accident with my mother!

The map was almost forgotten by him when he pressed it into the box, and it was not in his hands by the fake Professor Moody like in the original book, so this also caused the fake Moody to be completely unaware that Crouch had escaped and entered Hogwarts.

Mr. Crouch, who was bumped into by their gang, would have been sent to Dumbledore without accident.

Roger didn't either. In a second, six people were stunned at the same time, and one of them was a half-blood giant with a powerful magic resistance... It's impossible, and if you kill them all, you might still be a little sure.

If it was two years ago, Roger would not have been indifferent to this matter, but after all, he has been with the little savior for more than three years, even if he has a dog and feelings, it is a pity to raise an acquaintance enough fat and then slaughter it.

Moreover, Voldemort's conspiracy this year is basically used to trap himself, and Roger can also cause some trouble by the way... Why not?

Hagrid, on the other side, stared at Crouch for a second, then bent down without saying a word, grabbed him by the collar, and walked briskly in the direction of the castle.

When it comes to Voldemort, it must be an important situation and cannot be delayed.

Ran out of the forest and across the pitch-black field. The grounds were empty. Bagman, Cedric, Krum, and Fleur are long gone.

Hagrid ascended the stone steps in three steps and two steps, through two oak doors, and up the marble staircase, toward the principal's office on the seventh floor. His steps were so big that Hermione and the others had to trot all the way to keep up with him.

Roger has been slowly shrinking back, and gradually fell at the back of the line, taking advantage of the lack of attention from the friends in front of him, as soon as his feet slipped, he turned a corner and went to act as a second or five boy to ventilate the parallel goods Moody's message.

There are too many people to take care of by him alone, so let's see if we can fool the past with fake Moody's acting skills...

After all, playing a person who has nothing to do with himself has not shown his flaws in front of his old friends for a whole year, and this kind of superb acting skills is not an exaggeration to take ten or eight little golden people.

A little further away from Hagrid, Roger immediately turned on the third gear and flew to the floor where Moody's office was located from the other side, although it was a long detour, but he was confident that his little friend must still be climbing the stairs below.

Without knocking on the door, the guy kicked open the wooden door of the office and saw that the fake was holding the wooden prosthetic leg on the side of the stool and putting it on his leg.

But apparently not surprised by the boy's arrival, his magic eye was far away when he saw Roger coming straight for him.

"Is there anything so urgent that you don't even have time to knock on the door, Mr. Roger Collins. He raised his head in a rough voice, with an unkind expression: "If this is outside the school, if you do this, you will already be beaten by me to lie on the ground and call your mother." ”

Roger pulled out half of his wand, shook his hand to help fake Moody's prosthetic leg quickly rest, and said in a hurried tone: "Barty Crouch has sneaked out, has been discovered by a group of people, and is now being sent to Dumbledore's office, if you still want to complete what Voldemort has told them, run over and stop them, maybe you can save them a little..."

By the time Roger was halfway through his words, the fake Moody had already risen to his feet, and he didn't bother to question how the kid knew about these things, so he hurried to the staircase.

"Damn... Damn it!!, this damn leg!!" he limped forward on crutches, gritting his teeth and growling, wishing he could fly.

"It's true, your speed is really flattering... By the time you get to the top of the stairs, Crouch should be napping in Dumbledore's office..."Roger smacked his lips, but there was no hint of urgency in it.