Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures

“Harry, what's going on? ”

Harry made a silent motion, staring at where the movement had just taken place.

He reached into the robe and grabbed the wand, and he was sure someone was there!

Someone is following them, who will it be?!

The forest was quiet for a while and seemed extraordinarily strange, with only the sound of the night breeze blowing.

“Oh, my God, look at that!” Ron suddenly shouted, pointing in the opposite direction.

Harry and Hermione rushed back and saw a man suddenly fall and come out behind a tall oak tree.

The atmosphere was tense and deadly, Harry, Ron, Hermione didn't recognize it for a moment...

And then they reacted, and this is Mr. Crouch.

He appeared to be drifting outside for many days, his robe's knees torn, his blood stained, his face covered with scars, his beard pulled, his face grey and dull, and his original clean hair and beard needed to be cleansed and trimmed.

His appearance is peculiar, but the strangest thing is his behavior.

Mr. Crouch seemed to be talking to someone who could only be seen by himself.

He kept mumbling and gesturing in his mouth.

As soon as Harry saw him, he remembered an old vagabond he met once when he went shopping with the Dusty family.

The man also said so frantically to the air, Aunt Penny grabbed Dali's hand, pulled him across the street, avoided the madman, and Uncle Vernon used the issue to play, nagging the whole family endlessly about how to deal with beggars and vagrants.

“Oh, my God, it's Mr. Crouch. What's going on?” Hermione panicked and lost her temper.

“He seems crazy!” Ron looked at him equally horrified.

“Careful!” Harry shouted loudly at Crouch with his wand.

He couldn't think about why he'd just heard the voice coming out of Crouch in the opposite direction, just somehow feeling dangerous.

He hesitated for a moment, then slowly walked towards Mr. Crouch.

Mr. Crouch didn't look at him, he just kept talking to a tree next to him.

“Weatherby, after you do this, send an owl to Dumbledore to confirm the number of students in Durmstrang's competition. Kakarov sends a letter saying there are twelve...”

“Mr. Crouch?!” Harry said carefully.

“Then send another owl to Mrs. Maxim, who may also want to increase the number of students, since Kakalov's number has increased to twelve, so do it, Weatherby, okay? Ok? Ok...”

Mr. Crouch's eyes protruded, he stood there, his eyes glaring straight at the tree and his mouth whispering silently.

Then he leaned aside and fell on his knees.

“Mr. Crouch! ”

“Mr. Crouch, are you all right?” Harry shouted.

Crouch's eyes rolled up and looked at the three of them with horrible eyes.

“Guys, we better hurry up and get somebody!” Ron said, looking at Crouch in horror.

“Dumbledore!” Mr. Crouch gasped, suddenly he jumped over and grabbed Harry's robe and pulled him to himself, but his eyes stared straight over Harry's head, "I want to see Deng, Dumbledore...”

“Okay!” Harry said, "As soon as you get up, Mr. Crouch, let's go find...”

“I did a stupid thing...” Crouch gasped, "He looked completely insane, his eyeballs protruding outwards, his spit dripping down his chin,“ be sure to tell Dumbledore, be sure to tell him! ”

Mr. Crouch's eyes turned and stared at Harry.

“You, who are you?” He whispered with vigilance in his tone, "Where have I seen you? ”

“I'm a student at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft.” Harry said, turning his head to Hermione and Ron.

“Mr. Crouch, this is Harry Potter, and I'm...” Hermione came to hold Crouch.

“Harry Potter!” Crouch asks softly, "You're the kid, this is Hogwarts, you're Dumbledore's man, go give him a heads-up...”

Crouch pulled him closer, and Harry tried to loosen Crouch's hand and grab his robe, but he grabbed it too tight.

“Give Dumbledore a heads-up and tell him.....”

“If you let me go, I'll go to Dumbledore.” Harry said, "Let go of me, Mr. Crouch. I'll find him! ”

“Thank you, Weatherby, after what you've done, I'd like a cup of tea. My wife and son will be here soon, and we're going to a concert with the Fogeys tonight. ”

Crouch suddenly let go of Harry and Hermione and spoke to a tree incessantly.

He seemed to forget them all of a sudden and go into a crazy strange state.

Harry, Ron and Hermione looked anxiously at each other and were amazed that there was only heavy wheezing in the woods.

“Yes, my son recently passed twelve Ordinary Wizarding Level exams with satisfactory grades. Thank you, yes, I'm very proud of him. Well, if you could give me that memorandum from the Andorran Minister of Magic, I'd probably have time to draft a reply..."

“He's crazy!” Ron said, looking down at Crouch.

Crouch still kept talking to that tree, seemingly claiming that it was Percy or something.

“Exactly!” Harry made up his mind quickly, "you waited for him here, and I went back to Dumbledore! ”

Harry was ready to get up and leave, but his movements seemed to stimulate Mr. Crouch, causing him to change his posture dramatically.

He held Harry's knee and dragged him down again.

“Don't leave me, Harry Potter!” He whispered, his eyeballs burst out again, "I escaped, their guards suddenly loose, I escaped, I must warn and tell... I want to see Dumbledore, it's all my fault, it's all my fault, my son... it's all my fault, tell Dumbledore, Harry Potter, the Dark Head is strong! Hurry up, Harry Potter..."

“Dark Head?!” Harry stunned for a moment, "and as soon as you let me go, I'll go to Dumbledore, Mr. Crouch! ”

With the help of Ron and Hermione, he did everything he could to get rid of Crouch.

“You hold him here," Harry said quickly, "and I'll lead Dumbledore back. ”

“You better hurry!” Ron shouted loudly, "We won't last long. ”

Ron looked anxiously at Crouch, and he went crazy again.

Harry flew out of the woods and ran across a pitch-black field.

The sky has completely dimmed and no one is above the site.

Professor Moody, who was originally standing by the lake, was no longer there, and Harry did not think hard enough to run over to the castle.