The Son of Light of the Snake House

With the dull rubbing sound of stones, the stone wall representing the secret staircase of the principal's room opened, and Dumbledore's figure appeared at the door: "What happened?"

He's amazed at the staffing he's seen so far.

"Is something wrong?" he asked, looking from Harry to Snape.

"Professor!" Harry said, taking a sideways step away from Snape before he could speak, "Mr. Crouch is here - in the forest, and he wants to talk to you!"

Harry expected Dumbledore to ask some questions, but he was relieved that Dumbledore didn't ask any.

"Lead the way ahead." Dumbledore said without hesitation, and hurried away along the corridor with Harry, Snape followed without hesitation, and Daniel also hurriedly followed.

"You go back to the dormitory." Severus hadn't forgotten Daniel's existence, and he turned around to scold him.

"I'm scared alone!" Daniel decisively grabbed the tip of Severus' billowing robe.

"..." Severus didn't have time to play this kind of trick with him, so he just turned around and walked away, not forgetting to pull back his robes.

"What did Mr. Crouch say, Harry?" asked Dumbledore as they hurried down the marble stairs.

"Said he wanted to remind you...that he had done something terrible...and that his son...and Bertha Jorkins...he said she was dead...and—and Voldemort... It seems to say that Voldemort has become stronger..."

"Really?" said Dumbledore, quickening his pace, and hurried out into the darkness of night.

"He's behaving erratically," said Harry, walking briskly beside Dumbledore. "He doesn't seem to know where he is. He keeps talking and seems to think Percy Weasley is there, Then he suddenly changed, saying that he wanted to see you... I asked Viktor Krum to keep an eye on him, and came to find you by myself."

"Really?" Dumbledore asked alertly, taking further steps and Harry had to run to keep up. "Do you know who else saw Crouch?"

"No more," said Harry, "Krum and I were talking, and Mr Bagman had just finished telling us about the third project, and we stayed behind, and then we saw Mr Crouch coming from the forest. out of the—”

"Where are they?" asked Dumbledore, as Beauxbaton's carriage loomed in the darkness, and Severus and Daniel were here, following them.

"Over there," said Harry, rushing ahead of Dumbledore and leading him through the bushes.

Severus took out his wand vigilantly, and took the initiative to stand at the end of the long line, while Daniel, as an "ordinary" student staying between the Potions professor and the principal, seemed to be shopping comfortably.

Harry couldn't hear Crouch's voice now, but he knew he was right, the place was just a little past the Beauxbatons carriage... almost here...

"Victor?" Harry called.

No one answered.

"They were here just now," said Harry to Dumbledore. "They must be around here..."

"Lumos," said Dumbledore, lighting up his wand and holding it up in his hand.

The narrow beam of light moved back and forth between the dark tree trunks, illuminating the ground below, and fell on a pair of feet.

Harry and Dumbledore hurried forward.Krum lay curled up on the forest floor, looking as though he had been struck by a major attack.There was no sign of Mr. Crouch around.Dumbledore bent down and gently opened one of Krum's eyelids.

"He..." Dumbledore stopped talking rarely.So several people stared at him.

"Is he okay..." Harry was a little irritable, if something happened to Krum - he felt that it was his own responsibility, even if Krum looked so tall, he was still a , er, a child much older than yourself?

"..." Dumbledore took off his round glasses and wiped them: "He fell asleep."

Before everyone could react, Krum, who had fallen to the ground, let out a soft snoring sound.

Harry: ...so Krum wasn't attacked, but fell asleep because he was too sleepy?

Dumbledore looked around at the surrounding trees, the half-moon mirrors gleaming in the dim light of his wand. "Harry, don't leave our side." Then he looked at Professor Snape again: "Severus, watch Daniel."

Severus turned his head abruptly, and sure enough, he saw that Daniel was tiptoeing to the side of Harry, his dark eyes were fixed on his movements.

"Ahem, do you want to give him first aid? Or something?" Daniel blinked, squatting next to Krum to hide his embarrassment.

"No." Dumbledore said so, and he raised his wand high and pointed in the direction of Hagrid's cabin.Harry saw something silvery erupt from the wand, like a pale bird, flashing among the trees.Then Dumbledore leaned over Krum again, pointed his wand at him, and whispered, "Resuscitate quickly."

Krum sneezed violently and sat up abruptly: "What?"

Harry kindly reminded him: "You fell asleep just now, where is Mr. Crouch?"

Dumbledore pressed him and motioned him to keep his voice down and tell what happened just now.

"I... I don't know, I just now—" Krum tried to recall: "I was looking where Potter went, something pushed me away, and when I turned around, I found that old madman turned his head The running back, and... I—uh, I can't remember..."

He pressed his temples hard, but he couldn't remember how he fell asleep on the ground.

"It's okay, don't think about it." Dumbledore reassured him, "Let's go back to Hogwarts first."

Daniel then stretched out his hand to pull Krum up, and when he turned around, he saw Harry squatting on the ground and tinkering with something.

"Let's go Harry, it's dangerous here." Daniel leaned over.

Harry was taken aback, he was shocked, and then he reacted, looked around, and opened his palms to Daniel: "I'm sorry, the butterfly you gave me...it suddenly—"

The butterfly's light was so dim that it could hardly be seen clearly, and even one of its wings disappeared.

"Sorry, Daniel, it seems to have been crushed by Krum... It's all my fault for not protecting it."

Harry looked at Daniel anxiously, after all, this was a "pet" given to him by Daniel, but Daniel put on a thoughtful expression.

"It seems to have done some good things." Daniel laughed, and then comforted Harry: "It's fine, don't worry."

He snapped his fingers, and faint light spots emerged from the surroundings, like little fireflies, and lined up into the broken body of the little butterfly.

It recovered.

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