Chapter 669 Mr. Crouch Is Crazy
"Harry, what's going on?"
Harry made a silent movement, staring at the place where there was movement just now. ???
He reached into his robes, fumbling for his wand, he was sure someone was there!
Someone is following them, who could it be? !
There was a moment of silence in the woods, which seemed extraordinarily eerie, only the sound of the night wind blowing.
"My God, look at that!" Ron exclaimed suddenly, pointing to an opposite direction.
Harry and Hermione hurried back to see a man suddenly stumbling out from behind a tall oak tree.
The atmosphere was so tense that Harry, Ron, and Hermione didn't recognize it for a while...
Then they realized it was Mr. Crouch.
He looked like he had been adrift for many days, the knees of his robe were torn and bloodstained, his face was also bruised, his beard was unshaven, his face was gray and haggard, his neat head and beard needed washing and trimming.
His appearance was strange, but the strangest thing was his behavior.
Mr. Crouch seemed to be talking to someone whom only he could see.
He kept muttering and gesticulating.
As soon as Harry saw him, he thought of an old tramp he had met once when he and the Dursleys were out shopping.
The man was talking like crazy into the air, Aunt Petunia grabbed Dudley's hand and pulled him across the road to avoid the madman, and Uncle Vernon took advantage of it and talked endlessly to the whole family. nagging about what to do with beggars and vagabonds.
"Oh my God, it's Mr. Crouch, what's going on?" Hermione panicked.
"He seems crazy!" Ron looked at him in the same horror.
"Be careful!" Harry yelled, pointing his wand at Crouch.
He didn't have time to think about why the voice he just heard came from the opposite direction from Crouch, but he just felt inexplicably dangerous.
He hesitated for a moment, then walked slowly towards Mr. Crouch.
Mr. Crouch didn't look at him, but kept talking to a nearby tree.
"Wetherby, when you've done this, send an owl to Dumbledore to confirm the number of Durmstrang students participating in the Tournament, and Karkaroff sent a message saying that there are twelve. …”
"Mr. Crouch?!" Harry said.
"And then send an owl to Madame Maxime. She may also increase the number of students. Now that Karkaroff's number has increased to twelve, let's do it, Wetherby, will you? Will you? OK......"
Mr. Crouch's eyes popped out, and he stood there, staring straight at the tree, muttering silently.
Then, he staggered a few steps to the side and fell to his knees with a plop.
"Mr. Crouch!"
"Mr. Crouch, are you all right?" Harry called.
Crouch's eyeballs rolled up, looking at the three of them with terrifying eyes.
"Guys, we'd better go get someone!" said Ron, looking at Crouch in horror.
"Dumbledore!" gasped Mr. Crouch, pounced upon him, grabbed Harry by the robes, and drew him towards him, but his eyes were fixed directly above Harry's head, "I want, I want to see Deng, Dumbledore..."
"Okay!" said Harry, "as soon as you get up, Mr. Crouch, and we'll find..."
"I did something stupid..." gasped Crouch, who looked completely insane, his eyes bulging and rolling, saliva dripping down his chin, "Must be Tell Dumbledore, do tell him!"
Mr. Crouch rolled his eyes and stared at Harry.
"You, who are you?" He said with vigilance in his tone, "I seem to have seen you somewhere?"
"I'm a student at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry," said Harry, looking over at Hermione and Ron.
"Mr. Crouch, he is Harry Potter, and I am..." Hermione came to support Crouch.
"Harry Potter!" Crouch asked softly, "You are that kid, this is Hogwarts, you are Dumbledore's man, go and remind him..."
Crouch pulled him closer, and Harry tried to let go of Crouch's grip on his robes, but his grip was too tight.
"Give, warn Dumbledore, tell him..."
"If you let me go, I'll go find Dumbledore," said Harry. "Let me go, Mr. Crouch, and I'll go find him!"
"Thank you, Wetherby. I'd like a cup of tea after you've done that. My wife and son are coming soon, and we're going to the concert with Mr. and Mrs. Fudge tonight."
Crouch let go of Harry and Hermione suddenly, and started talking again to a tree.
He seemed to forget them all at once, and passed into a strange state of madness.
Harry, Ron, and Hermione looked at each other uneasily, in astonishment, and there was only heavy breathing in the woods.
"Yes, my son has recently passed the Twelve Ordinary Wizarding Ranks with satisfactory grades. Thank you, yes, very proud of him indeed. Well, if you would send that memo from the Minister of Magic of Andorra Give it to me and I'll probably have time to draft a reply..."
"He's crazy!" said Ron, looking down at Crouch.
Crouch was still babbling at the tree, as if deciding it was Percy or someone else.
"That's right!" Harry quickly made up his mind, "You wait for him here, I'll go back and call Dumbledore!"
Harry was about to get up to leave, but his movement seemed to irritate Mr. Crouch, causing him to change his posture abruptly.
He grabbed Harry's knees and dragged him to the ground again.
"Don't leave me, Harry Potter!" he said, his eyes popping out again, "I escaped, their guards suddenly relaxed, I took the opportunity to escape, I must remind, I must tell... I To see Dumbledore, it's my fault, it's my fault, my son... it's my fault, tell Dumbledore, Harry Potter, the Dark Lord is strong! A little bit, Harry Potter..."
"Dark Lord?!" Harry froze for a moment, "As long as you let me go, I'll go find Dumbledore, Mr. Crouch!"
With the help of Ron and Hermione, he broke away from Crouch with all his might.
"You keep him here," said Harry quickly, "and I'll bring Dumbledore back."
"You'd better hurry up!" Ron yelled. "We won't last long."
Ron looked at Crouch uneasily, and he went mad again.
Harry ran quickly out of the forest and across the dark field.
It was completely dark, and there was no one on the ground.
Professor Moody, who was standing by the lake, was no longer there. Harry didn't think about it, and ran towards the castle with all his might. 8 For more exciting novels, welcome to visit our Reading Academy