Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

"There will be many obstacles," Bagman said cheerfully, jumping on tiptoe, "Hagrid provided a lot of animals, um...the creatures he cultivated are pretty scary, they must be Tricky things...There are also some spells and tricks that must be lifted...and so on, you know, this is the last game, and the difficulty is definitely not small, and the warrior with the leading score enters the maze first." Bagman Smiling at the four warriors and said, "First, Mr. Malfoy, then Miss Delacour in... Finally, Harry and Krum. You all have to fight to succeed. It depends on your ability to cross obstacles. . It should be fun, isn't it?"

"Very good...If you have no problem, let's go back to the castle, okay? It's a bit cold here..." He shivered, and after a few days of warming up briefly, the weather seemed to be cold again these days , From time to time, a few yin breeze blew into the cuffs, enough to make people shudder.

After Bagman quickly introduced the general situation, he patted a few boys on the shoulders and started walking back side by side with them.

As everyone crossed the growing low wall together, Krum patted Harry on the shoulder.

"Can I have a word with you?"

"Yes, no problem," Harry said, slightly surprised.

"You come with me, okay?"

"Okay." Harry said curiously.

At this time, Malfoy walked away quickly, walked to a seat on the stand, pulled out a piece of parchment from the cuffs, and watched the five small black ink dots with their names begin to meet gradually. Can't see the joy and anger.

Harry and Krum came to a quiet clearing at this time, some distance from the stables of the Boothbatten horse, Krum stopped under the shade of the tree and turned to look at Harry.

"I want to know," he said with a sullen face, "what's the matter with you and He-Mi-En."

Harry just saw Krum's sneaky look and thought he was going to say something very serious.He looked at Krum in amazement.

"Nothing," he said.But Krum still stared at him sternly.Harry suddenly felt that Krum was really tall, so he quickly said something more clearly, "We are friends. She is not my girlfriend, never."

"He-Mi-En often talks about you," Krum said, looking at Harry suspiciously.

"Yes," Harry said, "are we friends."

He couldn't believe he was talking about this topic with Victor Krum, who is a famous international Quidditch player.The eighteen-year-old Krum seemed to see him, Harry, as an equal person—a true opponent—

"You never...you didn't..."

"No." Harry said very positively.

Krum seemed happier.He stared at Harry for a few seconds, and said, "You fly great. I watched the first project."

"Thank you," Harry said, and he smiled lightly, and suddenly felt that he was much taller, "I saw you at the Quidditch World Cup. Ronsky faked, you really—"

Just as the atmosphere between the two eased and they began to talk and laugh, suddenly, there was an unusual movement in the bushes behind Krum.Harry had some experience with things hidden in the forest, and he instinctively grabbed Krum's arm and pulled him over.

"what happened?"

Harry shook his head and stared at what had happened just now.He reached into his robe and fumbled for his wand.

At this moment, a man suddenly stumbled out from behind a tall oak tree.Harry didn't recognize it for a moment... Then, he realized it was Mr. Crouch.

He seemed to have been wandering outside for many days, the knees of his robe were torn, blood stained, his face was also covered with scars, his beard was shaggy, his face was pale and haggard.His neat hair and beard all need to be washed and trimmed.His appearance is strange, but the strangest thing is his behavior.Mr. Crouch seemed to be talking to someone who only he could see.He kept murmuring and gesticulating.

"Isn't he a referee?" Krum asked, staring at Mr. Crouch, "isn't he from your Ministry of Magic?"

Harry nodded.He hesitated for a moment, then walked slowly towards Mr. Crouch.Mr. Crouch didn't look at him, he just kept talking to a tree next to him.

"Mr. Crouch?"

The man was still crazy, chattering incessantly, and he ignored him even when Harry greeted him.

"...Then send an owl to deliver a letter to Mrs. Maxim. She may also increase the number of students. Since Karkaroff's number has increased to twelve... Let's do it, Weatherby, OK? Okay? Okay..."

Mr. Crouch has prominent eyes.He stood there, staring straight at the tree, muttering silently in his mouth.Then he staggered a few steps to the side and fell to his knees.

"Mr. Crouch?" Harry cried. "Are you all right?"

Crouch's eyes rolled upward.Harry turned to look at Krum.Krum followed him into the bushes and looked down at Crouch in panic.

"What's wrong with him?"

"I don't know," Harry whispered, "Listen, you'd better go and call someone—"

"Dumbledore!" Mr. Crouch gasped.He leaped over, grabbed Harry's robe, and pulled him to his side, but his eyes were fixed directly above Harry's head."I want to... see... Dumbledore..."

"Okay," said Harry, "as long as you get up, Mr. Crouch, we'll find—"

"I did... a... stupid thing..." Crouch gasped.He looked completely mad, his eyes protruding outwards, rolling steadily, saliva dripping down his chin."Be sure to... tell... Dumbledore!"

Mr. Crouch rolled his eyes and glared at Harry.

"Who... are you?" he whispered.

"I'm a student at school." Harry said, turning his head to look at Krum, hoping that he could come and help, but Krum drew back, looking very nervous.

"You are not... his person?" Crouch asked softly, his mouth drooping.

"No." Harry said, and he didn't understand what Crouch was talking about.

"Is it Dumbledore's?"

"Yes." Harry said.

Crouch pulled him closer.Harry tried to let go of Crouch's hand holding his robe, but he held it too tightly.

"Give Dumbledore... a reminder..."

"If you let me go, I'll go to Dumbledore." Harry said, "let me go, Mr. Crouch, I'll go to him..."

"Thank you, Wetherby, after you finish that, I want to have a cup of tea. My wife and son are coming soon, and we are going to the concert with Mrs. Fudge tonight."