A Hogwarts dissertation guide

"Nothing," he said.But Krum still stared at him eagerly.Harry suddenly felt that Klum was really tall, so he hurriedly said more clearly: "We are friends, my girlfriend... didn't that guy Skeeter keep saying it's Pansy!"

"You always seem to be inseparable," Krum said, looking at Harry suspiciously.

"Yeah," said Harry, "we're friends."

He couldn't believe he was actually discussing this topic with Viktor Krum, a famous international Quidditch player.Krum seemed to see him, Harry, as a equal - a true rival -

"You never...you didn't..."

"No." Harry said very firmly, "Hermione and I are just friends, best friends, and there is absolutely no wrong idea."

Harry subconsciously thought of Edward Rumple, which made him shrink unnaturally. If he really had any thoughts about Hermione, he might have to go see Merlin.

Krum seemed happier.He stared at Harry for a few seconds and said, "You're flying great. I saw the first one."

"Thank you," Harry said, smiling easily and feeling a lot taller for a moment, "I saw you at the Quidditch World Cup. Wronski faked, you were so—"

Suddenly, there was unusual movement in the trees behind Krum.Harry, who had some experience with things hidden in the Forbidden Forest, instinctively grabbed Krum's arm and pulled him over.

"what happened?"

Harry shook his head, staring at where there had been movement.He reached inside his robes, fumbling for his wand.

At this moment, 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 like he had been wandering outside for many days. The knees of his robe were torn and stained with blood. His face was also covered with scars, his beard was unkempt, and his face was gray and haggard.His neat hair and beard needed washing and trimming.

His appearance is certainly strange, but the strangest thing is his behavior.

Mr. Crouch seemed to be talking to someone whom only he could see.He kept mumbling and gesticulating.

As soon as Harry saw him, he was reminded of an old tramp he met once when he and the Dursleys were out shopping.The man also kept talking to the air like this crazily.Aunt Petunia grabbed Dudley's hand and pulled him across the street, away from the madman.Uncle Vernon took advantage of the situation, nagging the family endlessly about how he planned to deal with beggars and homeless people.

"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 toward Mr. Crouch.Mr. Crouch did not look at him, but kept talking to a nearby tree.

"...Wetherby, after you've done this, send an owl to Dumbledore to confirm the number of students Durmstrang participated in the competition. Karkaroff sent a letter that there were twelve indivual……"

"Mr. Crouch?" said Harry carefully.

"...and then send an owl to Ms. Maxim, 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? Will you..."

Mr. Crouch's eyes bulged.He stood there, staring straight at the tree, muttering silently.Then, he staggered a few steps to the side, and fell to his knees.

"Mr. Crouch?" Harry called out. "Are you all right?"

Crouch's eyes rolled upward.Harry turned to look at Krum.Krum also entered the bushes and looked down at Crouch in panic.

"What's the matter with him?"

"I don't know," whispered Harry. "Listen, you'd better get someone—"

"Dumbledore!" gasped Mr. Crouch, leaping forward, grabbing Harry's robes and pulling him towards him, but his eyes were fixed directly above Harry's head. "I want to... see... Dumbledore..."

"Okay," said Harry, "as soon as you get up, Mr. Crouch, and we'll find—"

"I did...a...stupid thing..." Crouch gasped, looking completely insane, his eyes bulging outwards, rolling around, saliva dripping down his chin, "Must...tell...Dumbledore..."

"Get up, Mr. Crouch," Harry said loudly and clearly, "Get up, I'll take you to see Dumbledore!"

Mr. Crouch rolled his eyes and stared at Harry.

"Who... are you?" He asked in a low voice.

"I'm a student at the school." Harry said, turning to look at Krum, hoping that he could come and help, but Krum shrank 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 loosen 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..."

"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 started talking to a tree again, seeming to forget about 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 twelve OWLs, and his results are very satisfactory. Thank you. Yes, I am indeed very proud of him. Well, if you could give me the memorandum from the Minister of Magic in Andorra , I will probably have time to draft a reply..."

"You stay with him here!" Harry said to Krum, "I'm going to call Dumbledore. I know where his office is. I can hurry up -"

"He's crazy," Krum said hesitantly, looking down at Crouch.Crouch was still chattering to the tree, seemingly convinced it was Percy.

"Just stay with him." After Harry finished speaking, he was about to stand up and leave, but his actions seemed to irritate Mr. Crouch. He suddenly changed his stance, hugged Harry's knees, and pushed him again Drag to the ground.