"There's going to be a lot of obstacles in there," said Bagman cheerfully, hopping around on tiptoe. "Hagrid provided a bunch of animals, well... the creatures he's bred are pretty scary, sure. Tricky things... There are also some spells and traps that have to be dismantled... Things like that, you know, this is the last game, and it must be difficult, and the warrior with the highest score will enter the maze first." Bagman faced The four warriors smiled and said, "Mr. Malfoy first, then Miss Delacour went in... and finally Harry and Krum. You all have to work hard to succeed, it depends on your ability to cross obstacles. It should be very easy." Fun, isn't it?"
"Very good... If you have no questions, 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 turn cold again these days, from time to time A few gusts of wind blew and poured into the cuffs, enough to make people tremble uncontrollably.
After Bagman quickly introduced the general situation, he patted the shoulders of several boys, and started to walk back side by side with them.
Krum patted Harry on the shoulder as they all stepped across the ever-growing low wall.
"Can I have a word with you?"
"Okay, no problem," said Harry, slightly surprised.
"Come with me, okay?"
"Okay." Harry said curiously.
But Malfoy left quickly at this time, walked to a seat in the stands, pulled out a piece of parchment from his cuff, watched the five small black ink dots with their respective names gradually converge, the expression on his face I can't see the joy or anger.
At this time, Harry and Krum came to a quiet open space, some distance away from the stables of Beauxbaton's horses. Krum stopped in the shade of a tree, turned and looked at Harry.
"I want to know," he said grimly, "what's the matter with you and Her-mi-en."
Harry had seen Krum's sneaky look just now, and thought he was going to say something very serious. He looked at Krum in astonishment.
"Nothing," he said. But Krum still stared at him savagely. Harry suddenly felt that Krum was really tall again, so he hurried to speak more clearly, "We are friends. She is not my girlfriend, never was."
"H-M-En talks about you a lot," said Krum, looking at Harry suspiciously.
"Yeah," said Harry, "we're friends."
He couldn't believe he was talking about this with Viktor Krum, a famous international Quidditch player. Eighteen-year-old Krum seemed to see him, Harry, as his equal - a true rival -
"You never...you never..."
"No." Harry said firmly.
Krum looked happier. He stared at Harry for a few seconds and said, "You're flying great. I watched the first project."
"Thanks," said Harry, grinning lightly, feeling suddenly taller. "I saw you at the Quidditch World Cup. Ronsky fake, you really—"
Just as the atmosphere between the two eased up and they started talking and laughing, suddenly, there was unusual movement in the bushes behind Krum. Harry, who had some experience with things hidden in the forest, instinctively grabbed Krum's arm and pulled him towards him.
"what happened?"
Harry shook his head, staring at where there had been movement. He reached inside his robes, fumbling for his wand.
At this time, 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 looked as if he had been adrift for many days, his robes were torn at the knees and stained with blood, his face was also scarred, unshaven, gray and haggard. His otherwise neat hair 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.
"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, but kept talking to a nearby tree.
"Mr. Crouch?"
The man was still frantic, babbling and babbling, and he ignored Harry even when he greeted him.
"...and then send an owl to Madame Maxime, who may also increase the number of students, since Karkaroff's number has increased to twelve... Let's do it, Wetherby, will you? Will you ?OK… "
Mr. Crouch's eyes popped out. 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?" Harry called out. "Are you all right?"
Crouch's eyeballs rolled upward. Harry turned to look at Krum. Krum followed him into the bushes, looking down at Crouch in panic.
"What's the matter with him?"
"I don't know," whispered Harry. "Look, you'd better get someone—"
"Dumbledore!" gasped Mr. Crouch. He lunged forward, grabbed Harry by the robes, and pulled him closer to him, but his eyes were fixed directly on top of Harry's head. "I want to... meet... Dumbledore..."
"Okay," said Harry, "as soon as you get up, Mr. Crouch, we'll find—"
"I did... a... stupid thing..." Crouch gasped. He looked completely insane, his eyes bulging and rolling, saliva dripping down his chin. "Must... tell... Dumbledore!"
Mr. Crouch rolled his eyes and stared at Harry.
"Who are you...?" he whispered.
"I'm a student at school," said Harry, looking over at Krum, hoping he would come and help, but Krum drew back, looking very nervous.
"Aren't you...his?" Crouch asked softly, his mouth drooping.
"No," said Harry, who had no idea what Crouch was talking about.
"Dumbledore's man?"
"Yes," said Harry.
Crouch pulled him closer. Harry tried to let go of Crouch's grip on his robes, but his grip was too tight.
"Warning Dumbledore..."
"If you let me go, I'll go to Dumbledore," said Harry. "Let me go, Mr. Crouch, and I'll go to him..."
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