Chapter 672 An Angry Hagrid

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"What happened?" Hermione asked softly, "After Harry left, I felt that something was wrong, as if someone was hiding in the dark and watching us. I was knocked down just as soon as the warning spark came out... "

"You did a good job, Hermione!" Ivan briefly recounted what happened just now.

He didn't say that the person he was fighting with was Barty Crouch Jr., but that he didn't know anyone.

"Who is that person, and why did he kill Mr. Crouch?" Hermione said, turning to the direction where Mr. Crouch disappeared, "Ivan, what should we do now? We must go to save him... .”

Just then, there was a sound of footsteps, it was Dumbledore and Harry.

The two of them hurried back and forth, a narrow beam of light moving back and forth among the dark tree trunks.

"What's going on, Ivan?" Dumbledore asked calmly, "Where's Crouch?!"

"He ran away, either wandering in the woods, or..." Ivan repeated what happened just now.

Listening to Ivan's narration, Dumbledore stared at the dark woods thoughtfully, understanding what Ivan meant.

"Professor, should we go to him, or go back and call for help?" Harry asked.

"No!" said Dumbledore quickly, "Stay here, Harry, stay here, all four of you."

He said, raising his wand aloft, pointing in the direction of Hagrid's cabin.

Something silvery shot from his wand, and like a pale bird, it flitted among the trees.

Then, Dumbledore went to wake Ron up.

Ron woke up and put his hands to the back of his head.

"It hurts me!" he yelled. "He hit me, that old madman hit me. Hermione passed out suddenly, and I was about to go over to see what was going on, when the old madman was facing me from behind Let's do it!"

"It's not Mr. Crouch, it's someone else!" Harry explained to him.

After a while, the sound of thunderous footsteps reached their ears, and Hagrid appeared out of breath.

Fangya followed behind him, holding his bow and arrow in his hand.

"Professor Dumbledore!" he said, eyes widening. "My God, you four, what's going on here?"

He looked around uneasily, looking at the marks left after the battle between Ivan and Barty Crouch Jr.

"Hagrid, please inform Professor Moody..."

"No need, Dumbledore!" said a deep voice, "I'm here."

Moody was limping toward them from the woods on crutches, his wand also lighted.

He has changed his clothes, and there is no trace of fighting Ivan at all.

A stretcher floated behind him, and Krum was lying unconscious on it.

"I should have come here sooner, if it wasn't for this damn leg!" Moody said angrily, pointing to his artificial leg.

"Professor, what happened to Krum?" said Ron in surprise, looking at Krum behind Moody.

"He's passed out, as if he's been attacked by someone," said Moody gruffly, his eyes twitching rapidly.

Aiwen remembered that he was burned by the magic fire, but now he seemed to have nothing at all, really...

"Krum was badly injured. I think someone is trying to kill this kid. Fortunately, I was patrolling in the woods and found him!"

Hearing Moody's words, Harry, Ron, and Hermione all turned to look at Ivan.

"Well, I did attack him, but he didn't faint or get hurt when I left." Ivan sighed, and told what happened between himself and Krum, and what happened to him. The last blocking spell used.

He didn't expect that Klum would meet Barty Crouch Jr. What a pity this guy is!

"Professor, Ivan definitely didn't do it, it was the man who was chasing and killing Mr. Crouch." Harry said hurriedly, "It must be that man who met Krum in the woods and wounded him."

"That's right!" Hermione said anxiously, "I can prove that Ivan......"

"Quiet, Miss Granger!" Moody yelled, "Did you just mention Crouch?!"

"Yes, he disappeared into the woods, we must find him!" Dumbledore said, checking Krum, "Hagrid, you must call Professor Karkaroff quickly, this matter must be notified he."

"Oh, yes, no problem, Professor!" Hagrid looked at Ivan and the four of them worriedly.

Then he turned and disappeared into the dark bushes, Fang trotting after him.

Moody also got an overview of what happened from Harry and Ron, and he raised his wand.

"Damn, I didn't see them just now, I'm going to find Crouch!" he said, limping into the forest.

The rest of the people did not speak, Dumbledore looked at Moody's back calmly, and did not stop him.

Not surprisingly, he should be dealing with Mr. Crouch's body now.

"Professor, is Krum okay?" Hermione asked worriedly.

"No problem, but it will take some time to recuperate!" said Dumbledore.

After a while, they heard the movement again, and there was no doubt that Hagrid and Fang had returned.

Karkaroff hurriedly followed, wearing the smooth and smooth silver-white fur robe, his face was pale and anxious.

"What's going on?" He saw Krum lying on the ground, and exclaimed, "What happened?!"

"Igor, he was attacked!" said Dumbledore, "Yes..."

Before he finished speaking, Karkaroff straightened his body abruptly, tightening the fur robe wrapped around his body, his face was livid.

"Enough, hoax, it's all hoax!" he yelled, pointing at Dumbledore. "I see it now. It's a conspiracy! You and your Ministry of Magic have lured me here under false pretenses, Dumbledore." , this is not a fair competition! First, you sneaked Weasley into the game, even though he was underage! Now, you want to disable my warrior! Throughout the whole incident, I smelled cheating and * *! And you, Dumbledore, you keep talking about enhancing the connection of the international wizarding community, about restoring good relations in the past, and about forgetting past differences, I only now understand what kind of person you are!"

Karkaroff spit at Dumbledore's feet. Before he could speak, Hagrid grabbed Karkaroff by the front of his fur robe, lifted him up, and slammed him against a nearby tree. .

"Apologize!" Hagrid yelled, and Karkaroff wheezed.

Hagrid's thick fist was at his throat, and his feet dangled in the air.

"Hagrid, stop!" Dumbledore shouted, his eyes twinkling sharply.

Hagrid let go of the hand that had pinned Karkaroff to the tree, and Karkaroff slid down the trunk.

He was slumped in a heap beside the roots, and some branches and leaves rained down on his head, looking very discomfited. 8 For more exciting novels, welcome to visit our Reading Academy