Crouch was babbling again to a tree, seemingly forgetting Harry for a moment. Harry was so surprised that he didn't notice that Crouch had let go of him.
"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 letter..."
"You stay here with him!" said Harry to Krum. "I'll get Dumbledore, I know where his office is, and I can hurry—"
"He's crazy," Krum said hesitantly, looking down at Crouch. Crouch was still babbling at the tree, as if deciding that it was Percy.
"You stay with him." After Harry finished speaking, he was about to get up and leave, but his actions seemed to stimulate Mr. Crouch, causing him to change his posture suddenly, hugged Harry's knees, and pushed him back again. dragged to the ground.
"Don't... leave... me!" he whispered, his eyeballs popping out again, "I... escaped... must be reminded... must be told... I want to see Dumbledore... it's all my fault... it's all my fault... Bertha... dead... Blame it on me...my son...blame it on me...tell Dumbledore...Harry Potter...Dark Lord...get strong...Harry Potter..."
"As soon as you let me go, I'll go find Dumbledore, Mr. Crouch!" said Harry. He turned to look at Krum angrily. "Can you help me?"
Krum looked trembling. He stepped forward and squatted beside Mr. Crouch.
"You hold him here," Harry said, while breaking free from Mr. Crouch's grasp, "I'll lead Dumbledore back." Then he ran out of the forest immediately.
Krum looked at Harry's back while comforting the haggard old man in front of him. Just as Harry disappeared as far as Krum could see, a low hoarse sound suddenly came from behind him. , but extremely aggressive roar.
"Damned!"
Before Krum could even turn around, a red light suddenly hit his back, and then he fell straight to the ground, splashing a lot of dust.
Then Mu's dripping magic eye began to turn crazily, but his eyes 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 cloudy eyes suddenly became bright.
Moody's brow furrowed.
"I know all about your results, I'm very satisfied!" Crouch said approvingly at this time, and then his body suddenly shook violently.
"You let me down so much." At this moment, Crouch's eyes suddenly became extremely remorseful and self-blaming, "I didn't educate you well and lead you to the right path. I'm sorry for your mother."
Crouch jumped and said some mindless words as if he was insane.
"Is the performance over?" Moody squeezed out the words through crooked teeth at this time, his eyes became more and more sinister.
"Save these words to hell and tell my mother." Moody said coldly, raised his wand with one hand, and snapped: "Avada Kedavra!"
"Damned!"
A curse Moody issued behind him before him, hitting the back of his head with incomparable precision, and then he tilted his hand, and the strange green light hit an ancient tree beside the path, blasting a big tree in the middle. Holes, sawdust flying across.
"It's time for the fake to rest for a while." A somewhat worn-out wooden leg stepped on Moody's head, and kicked him twice casually. The owner of the wooden leg spat at Moody's side before using his hoarse voice, said contemptuously.
"By the way, there's also my old buddy." He bent down, and brutally ripped out Moody's magic eye from its socket. The magic eye danced lively in his wide palm, and then It suddenly jumped into the man's eye socket.
"I'm not used to walking without you." The man murmured.
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"Victor?" Harry shouted, he had called Professor Dumbledore over at this time, and he kept explaining what happened just now during the previous journey, and now the dark night has covered the sky On top of that, people's vision is blocked a lot.
But now no one answers.
"They were here just now," said Harry to Dumbledore. "They must be around here..."
"Luminescent flashes." Dumbledore said, lighting up his wand and holding it in his hand, illuminating the night sky. He was noncommittal to what Harry said, and looked very calm. He might have expected what happened in the forest.
"You guys came in time, I've given him some medical treatment." A black figure slowly poked out from the bushes, scaring Harry to point his wand at the man in front of him, and then he realized that he was False alarm, with the tip of Dumbledore's wand, Harry saw clearly who was coming—Moody was also looking at them both through his swirling magic eye.
Harry felt a little strange. He inexplicably felt that the Professor Moody in front of him had changed. His gray hair had lost several strands. The most obvious thing was that he had lost a lot of weight. His skin full of scars looked even thinner because of his thinness. It's shriveled and disgusting.
"Has he been attacked?" Dumbledore asked directly, as if not surprised why Moody appeared here
"I'm afraid it is. When I arrived, I saw this warrior was knocked down." Moody said lightly, "Then I did some necessary treatment for him, but it seems that more is needed now." Professionals came to help him rejuvenate."
"Where is he?" Harry asked hastily. "And Mr. Crouch, what about others?"
"Just lean against the tree over there." Moody stretched out his finger and pointed to a tree not far away, and sure enough, there was a vaguely visible figure there.
"As for Mr. Crouch you mentioned, I didn't see it at all." Moody's words made Harry, who was slightly relieved, feel suspended again.
"It's more important to save people first." Dumbledore murmured, the half-moon-shaped lens flickering in the dim light of the wand.
He raised his wand high and pointed in the direction of Professor McGonagall's office. Harry saw something silvery erupt from the wand, like a pale bird, flashing among the trees. Then Dumbledore quickly walked towards the direction Moody pointed just now, looked at Krum who was leaning against the tree trunk, pointed at him with his wand, and whispered: "Resuscitate quickly."