Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures

"Harry, what's the matter?"

Harry made a banned action, staring at the place where there was movement.

He reached into his robes and fumbled his wand, and he was sure who was there!

Someone is tracking them, who will it be? !

There was a quiet silence in the woods, which was extraordinarily strange, only the sound of the night wind.

"God, look at that!" Ron snapped, pointing to the opposite reversal.

Harry and Hermione hurried back and saw a man suddenly stumbled out from behind a tall oak tree.

The atmosphere was terrible, and Harry, Ron, and Hermione did not recognize it for a while...

Then they reacted, this is Mr. Crouch.

He seemed to wander outside for many days. The knees of the robes were torn, bloodstained, scarred on his face, unshaven, gray and sly, and the clean hair and beard needed to be cleaned and trimmed.

His appearance is strange, but the most bizarre is his behavior.

Mr. Crouch seems to be talking to someone who can only see it by himself.

He kept groaning in his mouth and gestured.

As soon as Harry saw him, he remembered an old tramp he had encountered when he went out to buy something with the Dursleys.

The man was also so madly talking to the air. Aunt Petunia grabbed Dudley’s hand and pulled him across the road to avoid the madman. Uncle Vernon borrowed the title and rushed to the whole family. How to deal with cockroaches and tramps.

"God, Mr. Crouch, what's going on?" Hermione panicked.

"He seems to be crazy!" Ron looked at him in horror.

"Be careful!" Harry shouted, facing Crouch with his wand.

He had no time to think about why the voice he had just heard was in the opposite direction of Crouch, just inexplicably feeling dangerous.

He hesitated for a moment, then slowly walked toward Mr. Crouch.

Mr. Crouch did not look at him, just talking to a tree next to him.

"Wetherby, after you have finished this, send an owl to Dumbledore to confirm the number of students who have participated in the hegemony, and Kakalov has said that there are twelve. ....."

"Mr. Crouch?!" Harry said carefully.

"Then I will send another owl to send a letter to Mrs. Maxim. She may also increase the number of students. Since the number of Kakarov has increased to twelve, let's do it, Wetherby, can you? Row......"

Mr. Crouch’s eyes were prominent, and he stood there, his eyes staring at the tree, his mouth silently chanting.

Then he took a few steps to the side and threw himself to the ground.

"Mr. Crouch!"

"Mr. Crouch, are you okay?" Harry shouted.

Crouch's eyes turned up and looked at the three of them with horrible eyes.

"Guys, we'd better hurry to call people!" said Ron, looking at Crouch in horror.

"Dumbledore!" Mr. Crouch gasped and said, he suddenly rushed over and grabbed Harry's robes and pulled him to his side, but his eyes stared straight above Harry's head. "I want to see Deng, Dumbledore..."

"Okay!" said Harry. "As long as you get up, Mr. Crouch, let's go find..."

"I did a stupid thing..." Crouch gasped and said, he looked completely mad, his eyes were protruding outwards, his mouth was dripping, his saliva dripping down his chin. "Must be sure Tell Dumbledore, be sure to tell him!"

Mr. Crouch’s eyes turned and stared at Harry.

"You, who are you?" he whispered, with a vigilance in his tone. "Where did I see you?"

"I am a student at Hogwarts School of Magic," said Harry, turning to look at Hermione and Ron.

"Mr. Crouch, he is Harry Potter, I am..." Hermione came over to hold Crouch.

"Harry Potter!" Crouch whispered. "You are the child. Here is Hogwarts. You are a member of Dumbledore. Go and wake him up..."

Crouch pulled him closer, and Harry wanted to let Crouch grab his robes, but he caught too tight.

"Give, give Dumbledore a wake up, tell him..."

"If you let me go, I will go to Dumbledore." Harry said, "Let me go, Mr. Crouch, I will go find him!"

"Thank you, Wetherby. After you have finished the matter, I want to have a cup of tea. My wife and son are coming soon. We will go to the concert with the Fudges tonight."

Crouch suddenly released Harry and Hermione, and he opened his eyes to a tree.

He seems to have forgotten them all at once and entered a strange state of madness.

Harry, Ron, and Hermione looked at each other uneasily, and there was only a heavy sound in the woods.

"Yes, my son has recently passed twelve general wizarding grades and the results are very satisfactory. Thank you, yes, it is really proud of him. Well, if you can put the memo of Andorra’s Minister of Magic Give it to me, I will probably have time to draft a reply letter..."

"He is crazy!" said Ron, looking down at Crouch.

Crouch still lingers at the tree, and seems to think that it is Percy or someone else.

“Yes!” Harry quickly made up his mind. “You are waiting for him here, I will go back and call Dumbledore!”

Harry was ready to get up and leave, but his movements seemed to irritate Mr. Crouch, causing him to change his posture.

He hugged Harry's knee and dragged him to the ground again.

"Don't leave me, Harry Potter!" he whispered, his eyeballs bursting out again. "I escaped. Their guards suddenly slackened. I took the opportunity to escape. I must remind you that I must tell... I want to see Dumbledore, blame me, blame me, it’s my fault, my son... I blame me, tell Dumbledore, Harry Potter, the black devil is strong. Hurry up, Harry Potter..."

"Black Devil?!" Harry snorted. "As soon as you let me go, I will go to Dumbledore, Mr. Crouch!"

With the help of Ron and Hermione, he tried his best to break off Crouch.

"You put him here," Harry said quickly. "I am leading Dumbledore back."

"You better hurry!" Ron shouted. "We can't last long."

Ron looked at Crouch uneasily, and he went into epilepsy again.

Harry ran out of the forest and ran through the dark ground.

The sky has completely darkened and there is no one on the field.

Professor Moody, who was standing by the lake, was not there. Harry did not think about it and tried his best to run over to the castle.