Harry Potter's Otherworldly Archmage

"This should be an official from your Ministry of Magic, right?" Krum had a surprised look on his face, "I remember that he seemed to be our referee before."

Augustus looked quite serious, he nodded, and walked slowly to Crouch.

Crouch obviously didn't respond to the surroundings, and kept muttering, "...Wetherby, after you finish this matter, send an owl to Dumbledore to confirm Durmstrang's participation. The number of students in the Tournament, Karkaroff sent a message that there are twelve..."

"...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, Weatherby, okay? Okay? Okay…”

"What's wrong with him? It depends on the situation. Should we call the school medical staff over?" Krum said directly.

"In this state," Augustus frowned slightly, "it's like the sequelae of the Imperius Curse too much, and the problem is a bit serious. Just take a look at him here, and I'll go find someone."

"The Imperius Curse?" Krum obviously couldn't believe it. "No problem, I'll watch him here. You should find a teacher or other personnel as soon as possible."

Just as Augustus was about to leave, Crouch suddenly rushed over and grabbed Augustus's black robe, "Dumbledore! I must see Dumbledore."

Augustus tried to soften his tone, "I'm going to find Dumbledore now, you wait here."

"I did... a... stupid thing..." Crouch gasped.He looked utterly mad, his eyes bulging out and rolling, drool dripping down his chin. "You must... tell... Dumbledore!"

Krum shook his head lightly, "It's really strange that he's in such a state, you'd better find someone to come over as soon as possible."

Mr. Crouch's eyes turned and stared at Augustus.

"Who are you...?" he whispered.

Augustus didn't answer, his eyes of inquiry opened, and Crouch's figure was reflected in his pupils.

"Warning Dumbledore..."

"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 a concert with the Fudges tonight."

Crouch suddenly began babbling about a tree again, seemingly forgetting Augustus all at once.

Augustus drew out his wand, and a thin white line was connected to Crouch's hair. The dense line was filled with a mist like flowing water, and a quiet force gradually took effect.

Crouch's eyes gradually calmed down a lot, and he suddenly gasped for breath, "I... escaped... I must be reminded... I must be told... I want to see Dumbledore... It's all my fault... It's all my fault... Bertha...is dead...it's my fault...my son...it's my fault...tell Dumbledore...Augustus...Dark Lord...get strong...Augustus!"

Augustus nodded to Krum, "There should be no problem now, just wait here for a while, I'll be back as soon as possible."

Turning around, the slender figure of Augustus gradually disappeared into the night.

Three minutes later, he appeared at the door of Dumbledore's office.

There was a stone statue standing at the door. Augustus tapped it three times with his wand, and a vague syllable came out of his mouth. A line of blue words suddenly appeared above the stone statue, "Strange-smelling cockroach pile."

With a strange look in his eyes, Augustus read the words directly.

The stone statue moved sideways, and an adult-sized entrance appeared.

Stepping into the room, there was a cheering sound, and a fiery red unknown object suddenly flew out from the room.Augustus stopped in his tracks, the phoenix stopped on Augustus's shoulder, and bumped his head against the side of Augustus rather affectionately.

"It seems that Fox has a deep impression on you." Dumbledore sat behind the table with a kind smile on his face behind the half-moon-shaped lenses, "How about my new password? If you have time, I suggest you try it. It tastes really good. .”

Augustus paused, "I'm offended, Professor, Mr. Crouch is now on the edge of the Forbidden Forest, and he wants to see you."

A flash of surprise flashed in Dumbledore's dark blue eyes, he stood up directly without asking, "Take me there!"

Augustus walked in front, followed by Dumbledore, both walked quickly along the edge of the castle to the Forbidden Forest.

"What did Mr. Crouch say, Augustus?" Dumbledore asked as he walked.

"He's in a very bad state now, probably caused by the Imperius Curse many times," Augustus pondered slightly, "when he finally woke up, he mentioned his son...and Bertha Jorkins, and , Voldemort, it seems that Voldemort has become stronger..."

"The situation seems to be more serious than expected," Dumbledore said with a serious look on his face.

"I've got Krum waiting there," Augustus said.

"Very well, if he is really in this state, there shouldn't be any problem with someone by his side." Dumbledore eased his tone.

"Where are they?" asked Dumbledore, as Beauxbaton's carriage loomed in the darkness.

"It was here before." Augustus glanced at the dark surroundings, pulled out his wand, and a faint yellow light flickered.

The light illuminated the ground below, then fell on a pair of feet.

The two stepped forward, Krum lying curled up on the forest floor, looking delirious.There was no sign of Mr. Crouch around.Dumbledore bent down and gently opened one of Krum's eyelids.

"Passed out," he said softly.He peered toward the surrounding trees, half-moon lenses glinting in the dim light.

"Krum should go find you, I'll stay here." Augustus sighed, pointing his wand at Krum lying on the ground.White light flashed.

Krum opened his eyes, his face blank.He rose to see Augustus and Dumbledore.

"He hit me!" Krum murmured, covering his head with his hand, "That old lunatic hit me! I was waiting for Augustus to come back from the castle, and he hit me from behind!"

"Are you sure it was Crouch who attacked you?" Augustus looked serious.

"It should be, right? After all, it was only me and him who were attacked from behind. Besides him, who else could be."

There was a sound of thunderous footsteps in their ears, and Hagrid appeared out of breath, followed by Fang.He holds his bow and arrows in his hand.

"Professor Dumbledore!" he said, eyes widening. "Mr. Augustus, why are you here?"

"Hagrid, hurry up and call Professor Karkaroff," said Dumbledore. "His student was beaten. Then, please inform Professor Moody—"

"There's no need, Dumbledore," said a low voice, wheezing, "I'm here."

Moody was limping toward them on crutches, his wand also lit.