The Son of Light of the Snake House

"That's right!" Bagman said. "It's a maze. The third item is very simple and clear. The Triwizard Tournament Cup is placed in the center of the maze, and whoever can touch it first will get full marks."

"We just have to go through the maze?" Fleur said.

"There's going to be a lot of obstacles," Bagman said cheerfully, hopping on tiptoe, "Hagrid's got a bunch of animals to offer... and some spells that have to be broken... and stuff like that, you know. Yes, the warrior with the leading score enters the maze first." Bagman smiled at Harry and Cedric, "Mr. You've improved your ability to move through obstacles. Should be fun, shouldn't it?"

Harry knew all too well what kind of animal Hagrid would offer on such an occasion, and it wasn't fun at all.Still, he nodded politely like the other warriors.

"Fine... If you have no questions, let's go back to the castle, shall we? It's kind of cold in here..."

Bagman hurried beside Harry as they all stepped across the ever-growing low wall.Harry felt that Bagman was about to offer to help him again, but at this moment, Krum patted Harry on the shoulder.

"Can I have a word with you?"

"Okay, no problem," said Harry, slightly surprised.

"Then come with me, okay?"

"Row."

Bagman looked a little distraught. "I'll wait for you here, Harry, okay?"

"Oh, no, Mr Bagman," said Harry, suppressing a laugh, "I think I can find the castle myself, thanks."

Harry and Krum left the field together, but Krum didn't go in the direction of Durmstrang's big ship, but walked towards the forest.

"Why did we go this way?" Harry asked as they passed Hagrid's cabin and the brightly lit Beauxbatons carriage.

"Don't want to be heard," Krum said curtly.

They finally came to a quiet clearing, some distance away from the stables of Beauxbaton's steeds. Krum stopped in the shade of a tree and turned to look at Harry.

"I..." He hesitated: "I have to thank you, during the second match, you were there waiting for me to pass—"

"That's nothing, Hermione is also my friend." Harry thought he would say something more important, so he was taken aback before replying.

"so you--"

"We have nothing," said Harry.But Krum still stared at him closely.Harry suddenly felt that Krum was really tall again, so he hurried to speak more clearly, "We are friends. Just friends, very good friends."

"Oh." Krum replied, and then closed his mouth, which made Harry a little at a loss, and he even felt that he answered too quickly—maybe Krum just wanted to ask something else, and he was so anxious Would it be awkward to explain?

After a while, they walked along the forest for a while before Krum said again: "You fly very well. I saw the first project."

"Thanks," said Harry, grinning lightly, feeling suddenly taller. "I saw you at the Quidditch World Cup too. Ronsky feint, you really—"

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, and gray and haggard.His otherwise neat hair and beard needed washing and trimming, and his behavior was even more erratic.Mr. Crouch seemed to be talking to someone whom only he could see.He kept muttering and gesticulating.As soon as Harry saw him, he thought of an old tramp he had met once when he and the Dursleys were out shopping.The man was also frantically talking into the air.

"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.

"...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 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…”

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 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. "Listen, 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... see... Dumbledore..."

Under the dim moonlight, a beautiful butterfly slowly landed on the top of Crouch's head, flapping its gleaming wings, and shining lin powder fluttered down.

"Okay," said Harry, unable to restrain his eyes from looking at the butterfly, "as soon as you get up, Mr. Crouch, we'll find—"

"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!"

His state seems to be very unstable, but he is inexplicably tenacious. People can't help but think of the protagonist in the film and television drama who was beaten terribly and did not reveal his organization information.

The author has something to say:

I finished writing yesterday afternoon, but didn't send it out.

The reason is that yesterday afternoon in Jinan, Shandong Province, the storm, lightning, heavy rain, and strong wind directly blew off the power supply tower in Shuangshan Street. Half of the gates of the museum were blown away.I didn't dare to go out at all yesterday.Immediately lost contact at night and there is no internet at all, so I can only get up this morning and send 555 sorry sorry

Today, my mother came directly to pick me up and go home. This school really can't stay any longer. Now there is no electricity, and the water dispenser is out of water. I packed my things overnight.