The Son of Light of the Snake House

"Who are you from?" Crouch rolled his eyes, but spoke unexpectedly cautiously.

"Wh-who?" Harry was puzzled, and exchanged glances with Krum: "I'm a student, and so is he."

Crouch listened and put his shoulder on his shoulder: "Dumbledore...?" His voice was very low.

"Yeah." Harry replied.

"Give... Dumbledore... a reminder..." Crouch pressed tightly against Harry's ear, his neck curled into a strange right angle: "Tell him... tell Dumbledore... the Dark Lord The head is strong—it's getting bigger..."

Harry listened carefully, of course this did not prevent him from wanting to avoid him, Harry could almost feel his saliva dripping onto his robe: "What did you say?"

"It's...it's all my fault...Bertha's dead...I escaped...must be reminded...must be told...Harry Potter...Harry Potter—"

Krum pulled him away, and Harry took advantage of this moment to grab the butterfly off Crouch's head, followed by Crouch's maniacal laughter.

"Harry...Harry Potter...hey...hahahahahahahaha! The Boy Who Lived—" He laughed shrilly, and then suddenly, for a split second, he regained his composure, Talking to the top of Krum's head.

"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 went on babbling again, seemingly forgetting Harry all at once.This took Harry by surprise.

"He's gone crazy." Krum said with a sullen face, "Have you ever offended him? Why does he keep calling your name?"

"No—" Harry answered him, but was interrupted by Crouch:

"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..."

"You stay here with him!" Harry said to Krum, "I'll get Dumbledore, I know where his office is, I can hurry up—"

"He's really crazy," Krum said hesitantly, looking down at Crouch.Crouch was still babbling at a tree, as if deciding that it was Percy.

"It's okay..." Harry had just taken two steps when he suddenly found the butterfly breaking free from his grasp and flying towards Krum.Harry wanted to go back and grab the messy one, but he was in a hurry to find Dumbledore...

Harry hesitated on the spot for half a second, stomped his feet, and ran to the Hogwarts castle.

I just hope that butterfly doesn't frighten Krum!There are enough lunatics in this place!

...............

"I want that pot of narcissus you raised!"

Severus stopped in his tracks and carefully looked at the brazen little thing in front of him.

"What did you say?" He frowned, looking fierce.

"I want narcissus!" Daniel said confidently: "I want to make a potion of joy recently! I always feel that the quality is a little bit poor. If I can use the pot of narcissus raised by the professor, I think it will be successful this time. !"

Severus looked at him sullenly: "What gave you the illusion that I would agree to all your unreasonable requests?"

Daniel's expression shocked my whole family: "I've been helping you sort out potion materials late into the night lately!"

Severus twitched the corner of his mouth, and started to walk forward again: "That's your job, why don't you raise a pot yourself?"

"Jasmine can't eat narcissus! It will be poisoned. As a qualified host, I need to control the risk within the normal range." Daniel put on a serious look, and followed Severus in small steps: "Since If I have a pet, I have to be responsible for it, even if Baby Jasmine runs out to play every day to make boyfriends, I still have to do my duty."

"Then don't use your professor's narcissus—do your duty as a student, and, even if you use narcissus, you can't make a euphoria."

"why--"

Before Daniel finished speaking, he heard some strange voices, he sharply stopped talking, and when he looked at Severus again, he had already heard it and looked in the direction of the voice.The voice was indistinct and inaudible.

"……lemon……"

Daniel didn't say a word, he simply ran towards the sound with his legs, but before he ran two meters, he was dragged behind him by the collar of Severus, so he was forced to follow him Act later.

"Ice—cold lemonade!" Harry panted to a stone monster standing in the middle of the empty hallway.

It was the password to the secret staircase leading to Dumbledore's office - at least two years ago.However, the password had obviously changed, and instead of jumping to one side, the stone monster stood motionless, glaring at Harry viciously.

"Get out of the way!" Harry yelled at it. "Hurry up! I have something important to do!"

But there's never been anything at Hogwarts that you'd get out of the way if you yelled at it.Harry knew it wasn't going to work.He looked around in the dark corridor.Maybe Dumbledore was in the staff room?He started running desperately toward the stairs again—

"Potter!"

Harry slipped and stopped.When he turned around, Professor Snape had just come out from the side stairs.Just as he was beckoning Harry to return, a familiar head popped up from the corner behind him, and when it saw Harry, it waved to him.

"Daniel, Snape...Professor." Harry panted, watching Daniel ran out happily and ran towards him, but unfortunately he was stopped by Severus' wand on the way , can only stand in the back wearily.

"What are you doing here, Potter?"

"I want to see Professor Dumbledore!" said Harry, running back down the corridor before gliding and stopping in front of Sneaker. "It's Mr. Crouch...he's here...he's in the woods . . . he offered to—”

"What nonsense!" said Snape, his black eyes shining. "What are you talking about?"

"Mr. Crouch!" cried Harry. "Ministry official! He's ill or something - in the forest, he wants to see Dumbledore! Give me the password -"

"The Headmaster is busy, Potter," said Snape.His thin lips twisted into a triumphant smile. "The principal doesn't meet people casually, do you understand?"

"I'm going to tell Dumbledore!" cried Harry. "Well," said Harry angrily, "there's something wrong with Crouch - he - he's out of his mind - he said he wanted to remind - —”

The author has something to say:

Daniel: I've done so much work for you, you won't even give me a narcissus!

Severus: Huh.

daniel is a staunch advocate of masculinity (not)

I will go home from the expressway tomorrow. Thank you for your concern. It seems that this kind of thing happened recently because of the typhoon passing through the country. Just go home~

May my great motherland prosper and prosper! ! ! !