Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

Crouch babbled again to a tree, seemingly forgetting Harry all at once. This surprised Harry so much that he didn't notice that Crouch had let go of him.

"Yes, my son has recently passed the Twelve Ordinary Wizarding Rank exams with satisfactory grades, thank you, yes, really proud of him. Well, if you could take that memo from Andorra's Minister of Magic Bring it to me and I'll probably have time to draft a reply..."

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

"He's crazy," Krum said hesitantly, looking down at Crouch. Crouch, still babbling at the tree, seemed to think it was Percy.

"Just stay with him," Harry said, and was about to get up and leave, but his actions seemed to stimulate Mr. Crouch, causing him to change his posture suddenly, hug Harry's knee, and once again put him in his arms. dragged to the ground.

"Don't... leave... me!" he whispered, his eyes popping out again, "I... escaped... must be reminded... must tell... I want to see Dumbledore... it's all my fault... Blame me... Bertha... died... blame me... my son... blame me... tell Dumbledore... Harry Potter... The Dark Lord... got stronger... Harry Potter special……"

"As soon as you let me go, I'll go to Dumbledore, Mr. Crouch!" said Harry. He turned his head to look at Krum angrily. "Can you help me?"

Krum looked trembling as he stepped forward and crouched beside Mr. Crouch.

"You keep him here," said Harry, breaking free from Mr. Crouch's grasp. "I'll lead Dumbledore back," and immediately ran out of the forest.

Krum looked at Harry's back while comforting the haggard old man in front of him. Just as Harry disappeared as far as Krum could see, a deep hoarse sound suddenly came from behind him. , but a very aggressive roar.

"Pass out!"

Krum didn't even have time to turn around, a red light suddenly hit his back, and then he fell straight to the ground, splashing dust.

Then Mu's dripping magic eye began to turn frantically, but his eyes never left the old man in front of him, and he smiled cruelly.

"Little Barty, is that you?" Mr. Crouch shook his head suddenly, and his turbid and godless eyes suddenly became brighter.

Moody's brows furrowed.

"I know all about your grades, I'm very satisfied!" Crouch said with approval and relief at this time, and then his body suddenly shook violently.

"You have disappointed me too much." Crouch's eyes suddenly became remorseful and self-blame at this time, "I didn't educate you well and lead you on the right path. I'm sorry for your mother."

Crouch jumped up and down as if unhinged and said some mindless words.

"Is the performance over?" Moody squeezed out these words from the crooked teeth at this time, and his eyes became more and more cruel.

"You should leave these words to hell to tell my mother." Moody said coldly, raising his wand with one hand, and scolded: "Avada Suo!"

"Pass out!"

A magic spell was cast from behind Moody before him, hitting the back of his head with great precision, and then when his hand was tilted, the green light hit an ancient tree beside the path, and a huge explosion appeared in the middle. Holes, sawdust flying.

"The fake should rest for a while." A tattered wooden leg stepped on Moody's head and kicked it at random. The owner of the wooden leg spat at Moody's side before using him hoarse voice, said contemptuously.

"By the way, and my old buddy." He bent down, and rudely dug out Moody's magic eye from the socket, the magic eye beating lively in his wide palm, and then It suddenly jumped into the man's eyes.

"I'm not used to walking without you," the man muttered.

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"Victor?" Harry shouted, he had called Professor Dumbledore over at this time, and he kept explaining what happened just now during the previous journey, and now the dark night has covered the sky Above, the line of sight in front of people is blocked a lot.

But no one answered now.

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

"Fluorescent flickering," Dumbledore said, holding his wand lit in his hand, illuminating the night sky, noncommittal to what Harry said, appearing calm, and he might have expected what happened in the forest.

"You guys came just in time, I have given him some treatment." A dark figure slowly came out of the bushes, so frightened that Harry hurriedly pointed his wand at the man in front of him, and then he realized that he was A false alarm, and with the tip of Dumbledore's wand, Harry could see who was coming - Moody was also looking at them both against his swirling magic eye.

Harry felt a little strange. He inexplicably felt that Professor Moody was a different person in front of him. His gray hair had lost several strands. The most obvious thing was that he had lost a lot of weight. The scarred skin looked even more thin because of his thinness. shriveled and abominable.

"Has he been attacked?" Dumbledore asked directly, as if it were no wonder why Moody was here

"I'm afraid yes, I saw this warrior being knocked to the ground when I arrived." Moody said lightly, "Then I did some necessary treatment on him, but it seems that more needs to be done now. Professionals to help him rejuvenate."

"Where is he?" Harry asked hastily. "And Mr. Crouch, what about the others?"

"Leaning on the tree over there." Moody stretched his finger to a tree not far away, and sure enough, there was a vague figure there.

"As for what you said about Mr. Crouch, I didn't see it at all." Moody's words made Harry, who was slightly relieved, hang again.

"Saving people first," Dumbledore murmured, the half-moon lenses flickering in the wand's dim light.

He held his wand high and pointed in the direction of Professor McGonagall's office. Harry saw something silver spurt from his wand, like a pale bird, flashing through the trees. Then Dumbledore walked quickly in the direction Moody had pointed just now, glanced at Krum leaning against the tree trunk, pointed his wand at him, and whispered, "Recover quickly."