Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

Crouch talked to a tree again, seeming to forget Harry all of a sudden.This surprised Harry so much that he didn't notice that Crouch had released him.

"Yes, my son recently passed the twelve general wizarding grade exams, and the results are very satisfactory. Thank you, yes, I am really proud of him. Well, if you can take the memo from the Minister of Magic of Andorra Give it to me, I will probably have time to draft a reply..."

"You stay with him here!" Harry said to Krum, "I'll call Dumbledore. I know where his office is. I can hurry up—"

"He's crazy," Krum said hesitantly, looking down at Crouch.Crouch was still chattering at the tree, seeming to believe it was Percy.

"Just stay with him." Harry finished speaking and was about to get up and leave, but his movements seemed to stimulate Mr. Crouch, causing him to change his posture abruptly, hugging Harry's knees, and holding him again Dragged to the ground.

"Don't... leave... me!" He whispered, his eyes popping out again, "I... escaped... must be reminded... must tell... I want to see Dumbledore... I blame me... both Blame me... Bertha... died... Blame me... My son... Blame me... Tell Dumbledore... Harry Potter... The Dark Lord... Be strong... Harry Bo special……"

"As long as you let me go, I will go to Dumbledore, Mr. Crouch!" said Harry.He turned his head angrily to look at Krum, "Can you help me?"

Krum looked trembling, and he stepped forward and squatted beside Mr. Crouch.

"You hold him here," Harry said, freeing himself from Mr. Crouch, "I will bring Dumbledore back." Then he immediately ran out of the forest.

Krum looked at Harry’s back and calmed the haggard old man in front of him. When Harry disappeared to the end of Krum’s vision, a low hoarse sound suddenly came from behind him. , But also extremely aggressive roar.

"Faint!"

Before Krum had even had time to turn around, a red light suddenly hit his back, and then fell straight to the ground, splashing dust.

Then Mu's dripping magic eye began to turn frantically, but his gaze never left the old man in front of him, and he smiled cruelly.

"Little Barty, is that you?" Mr. Crouch shook his head suddenly, and his turbid and godless eyes suddenly became bright.

Moody's brows frowned.

"I know your grades, I'm very satisfied!" Crouch said with satisfaction at this time, and then his body suddenly shook violently.

"You disappointed me too much." Crouch's eyes suddenly turned into remorse and self-blame at this time. "I didn't educate you well and led you to the right path. I'm sorry to your mother."

Crouch jumped and said thoughtless words as if he was deranged.

"Are you finished?" Moody squeezed such a sentence from the crooked teeth at this time, his eyes getting more and more sulking.

"You leave these words to hell and talk to my mother." Moody said coldly, raising his wand with one hand, and sternly reprimanded: "Avada's life!"

"Faint!"

A curse Moody sent out before him, and hit the back of his head with great precision. Then, when his hand crooked, the strange green light hit an old tree by the path, and a big one was blown out. Holes, sawdust flying everywhere.

"The fake should take a rest." A somewhat tattered wooden leg stepped on Moody's head and kicked both feet at random. The owner of the wooden leg spit on Moody's side, and then used him. Husky voice, said contemptuously.

"By the way, and my old buddy." He bent down, and brutally dug out Moody's magic eye from his eye socket, the magic eye beating vigorously in his wide palm, and then Suddenly jumped into the man's eye socket.

"Without you, I'm still a little unaccustomed to walking." The man murmured.

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"Victor?" Harry shouted. He had already called Professor Dumbledore over at this time, and he kept explaining what had just happened during the previous journey. Now the dark night has covered the sky. Above, people's sight is blocked a lot.

But no one answered now.

"They were here just now," Harry said to Dumbledore. "They must be around here..."

"Fluorescence flickers." Dumbledore said, lighting up his wand, lighting up the night sky, and being noncommittal about what Harry said. He seemed calm. He might have expected what happened in the forest.

"You came in time. I have done some treatment on him." A dark figure slowly emerged from the bushes, scared that Harry hurriedly aimed his wand at the man in front of him, and then he realized that he was With a false alarm, Harry saw the person coming through the tip of Dumbledore's wand-Moody was also looking at the two of them with his spinning eye.

Harry felt a little strange. He felt inexplicably that the Professor Moody in front of him had changed. His gray hair had lost a few strands. The most obvious thing was that he had lost a lot of weight. The scarred skin looked even more thin because of the thinness. It's abominable.

"Has he been attacked?" Dumbledore asked directly, not seemingly surprised why Moody was here.

"I'm afraid it is. I saw this warrior knocked to the ground when I arrived." Moody said lightly, "Then I did some necessary treatment to him, but it seems that more needs to be done now. Professionals came to help him rejuvenate."

"Where is he?" Harry asked hastily."And Mr. Crouch, how about the others?"

"Lean on the tree over there." Moody extended his finger and pointed at a tree not far away. Sure enough, an unclear figure was faintly visible there.

"As for the Mr. Crouch you mentioned, I didn't see it at all." Moody's words made Harry, who was slightly relieved, suspended again.

"It's important to save people first," Dumbledore murmured, the half-moon lens gleaming in the dim light of the wand.

He raised his wand high and pointed it in the direction of Professor McGonagall's office.Harry saw a silver object squirting from his wand, flashing past the trees like a pale bird.Then Dumbledore walked quickly in the direction Moody pointed out just now, took a look at Krum who was leaning on the trunk, pointed his wand at him, and whispered: "Recover quickly."