Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

"There's going to be a lot of obstacles in there," Bagman said cheerfully, hopping around on tiptoe. "Hagrid provided a whole bunch of animals, um...the creatures he's raised are scary, sure. Tricky stuff...and some spells and traps that have to be lifted...that sort of thing, you know, it's the last game, it's definitely not easy, and the Warriors who lead the points go into the maze first." Bagman He smiled at the four warriors and said, "Mr. Malfoy first, then Miss Delacour in... Finally, Harry and Krum. You all have to work hard to succeed, it depends on your ability to cross obstacles. .Should be fun, eh?"

"Very good... If you have no problem, let's go back to the castle, okay? It's a little cold here..." He shuddered, and after a few days of warmth, the weather seemed to be cold again these days , From time to time, a few yin winds blow, pouring into the cuffs, enough to make people shudder uncontrollably.

After Bagman quickly introduced the general situation, he patted a few boys on the shoulders and started walking back side by side with them.

Krum tapped Harry on the shoulder as they all stepped over the growing low wall.

"Can I have a word with you?"

"Okay, no problem," Harry said, slightly taken aback.

"Come with me, okay?"

"Okay," Harry said curiously.

At this time, Malfoy left quickly, walked to a seat in the stand, took out a piece of parchment from his cuff, and watched as the five small black ink dots with their respective names began to meet gradually, and the expression on his face Can't see anger.

Harry and Krum came to a quiet clearing at this time, some distance from the stables of Beauxbatons' horse, and Krum stopped in the shade of the tree and turned to look at Harry.

"I want to know," he said sullenly, "what's going on with you and He-mi-eun."

Harry had just seen Krum's sneaky look and thought he was going to say something very serious. He looked at Krum in astonishment.

"Nothing," he said. But Krum was still staring at him. Harry felt that Krum was really tall again, and quickly said more clearly, "We're friends. She's not my girlfriend, never has been."

"H-M-Eun talks about you a lot," Krum said, looking at Harry suspiciously.

"Yeah," said Harry, "we're friends."

He couldn't believe he was talking about this with Viktor Klum,

Krum is a well-known international Quidditch player. Eighteen-year-old Krum seemed to see him, Harry, as an equal—a real rival—

"You never...you didn't..."

"No," Harry said with certainty.

Krum looked a little happier. He stared at Harry for a few seconds, then said, "You fly great. I watched the first project."

"Thanks," said Harry, smiling lightly, feeling himself a lot taller for a moment, "I saw you at the Quidditch World Cup. Ronsky's fake, you really—"

Just when the atmosphere between the two eased up and they started chatting and laughing, suddenly, there was an abnormal movement in the trees behind Krum. Harry, who had some experience with things hidden in the forest, instinctively grabbed Krum's arm and pulled him toward him.

"what happened?"

Harry shook his head, staring at the place where there was movement just now. He reached into his robes and fumbled for his wand.

At this moment, 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 like he had been out for many days, the knees of his robes were torn and bloodied, his face was scarred, and his beard was unshaven, and his face was gray and haggard. His otherwise neat hair and beard needed to be washed and trimmed. His appearance was peculiar, but the strangest thing was his behavior. Mr. Crouch seemed to be talking to someone whom only he could see. He kept mumbling and gesturing.

"Isn't he a referee?" Krum asked, staring at Mr. Crouch. "Isn't he from your Ministry?"

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.

"Mr. Crouch?"

The man was still frantic, babbling on and on, and he didn't even notice when Harry greeted him.

"...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 exclaimed. "Are you all right?"

Crouch's eyes rolled up. Harry turned to look at Krum. Krum followed him into the bushes too, looking down at Crouch in panic.

"What's the matter with him?"

"I don't know," Harry whispered. "Look, you'd better call someone quickly—"

"Dumbledore!" said Mr. Crouch, panting. He pounced, grabbed Harry's robes and pulled him close to him, but his eyes were fixed above Harry's head. "I want... see... Dumbledore..."

"Okay," said Harry, "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!"

Mr. Crouch rolled his eyes and glared at Harry.

"Who are you...?" he whispered.

"I'm a student at the school," Harry said, turning his head to look at Krum, hoping he could come and help, but Krum huddled back, looking very nervous.

"You're not...his?" Crouch asked softly, his mouth drooping down.

"No," said Harry, who had no idea what Crouch was saying.

"Is it Dumbledore's?"

"Yes," said Harry.

Crouch pulled him closer. Harry tried to let go of Crouch's grip on his robe, but he was too tight.

"A reminder to Dumbledore..."

"If you let me go, I'll go to Dumbledore," said Harry. "Let go of me, Mr. Crouch, and I'll go to him..."

"Thank you, Wetherby, I want 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."