Chapter 341

Just as Harry had just run to the main staircase of the castle, Solim, who was lying in his bedroom, also happened to see Crouch's name on the map of the living point, as well as Krum and Ron beside him. One of the drawbacks of the live map is that it does not show the full name of the person, except for the last name, only the Christian name, which is the first name, and the middle name is not displayed. In the case of our Headmaster, Dumbledore will only show Albus Dumbledore on the map, not his full name.

The fact that the Living Point Map was not a disadvantage caused some trouble for Solim at this time, making it impossible for him to determine which "Crouch" he saw in the first place. Because the full name is not shown, the names of the Crouch father and son are both "Barty Crouch", and now Solim must find another "Crouch" on the map if he wants to determine who the person next to him is Crum, but Solim sees a fast-moving name among the many names on the map - Harry Potter. He was clearly running now, and that situation had made Solim have a plan.

"Come on, Ash. Solim stretched out an arm, and the next second it vanished in a flash of fire.

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"This man, I remember, was the referee. Krum looked at the crazy man in front of him, "I think he seems to be from the Ministry of Magic?"

Ron glanced at Krum and ignored him.

"Mr. Crouch?" Ron tentatively called Crouch's name, but to no avail, Crouch was now hugging a tree, muttering something he didn't know what he was talking about.

"I mean, he's not going to be crazy, is he?" Krum took a step back with his arms folded.

“...... Weatherby, when you're done with this, send an owl to Dumbledore to confirm the number of Durmstrang students participating in the tournament, and Karkaroff has a message saying that there are twelve ......"

Ron leaned closer, and he heard the words muttered from Crouch's mouth.

"Withsby, isn't that Percy?"

George and Fred laughed at Percy for a holiday, saying that Crouch couldn't even remember Percy's name. Ron knew who Weatherby was talking about, but ...... The Triwizard Tournament has already begun...... It's even one last project away, what kind of nonsense is Crouch talking about?

Ron's barren knowledge of magic wasn't enough to explain the strange state of Crouch in front of him. But since Harry said he wanted to be optimistic about him, Ron decided to do Harry a favor, even though he didn't want to be with a crazy guy either.

“...... Then send an owl to Madame Maxim to deliver a letter, and she may also increase the number of students, since the number of Karkarov has increased to twelve...... That's it, Weatherby, okay, okay, okay......."

Mr. Crouch's eyes protruded. He stood there, his eyes fixed on the tree, his mouth muttering silently. Then, he staggered a few steps to the side and fell to his knees.

The sudden turn of events startled Krum and Ron, and Krum even pulled out his wand.

"Mr. Crouch?" Ron tentatively took a few steps forward, ready to help Crouch up.

"Dumbledore!" said Mr. Crouch, gasping for air. He lunged over and grabbed Ron's robes and pulled him to his side, but his eyes were fixed on the top of Ron's head. "I'm going to ...... See...... Dumbledore......"

"Damn old madman!" Ron tried to break free of Crouch, but Crouch's strength was surprisingly strong, and he didn't succeed.

"Take me with you...... Take me to Dumbledore!" Crouch's eyes wandered, but the words were a little sharper than they had been.

"Harry has gone to the Professor!Can't you just be quiet?" Ron was still trying to save his robes from Crouch's grasp.

"Don't stand there stupidly! Come and help!" Ron could only ask Krum for help.

"This guy is crazy!" Krum pointed his wand at Crouch, "he's delirious. "

"Thank you very much, I know he's crazy!" Ron tugged at his robe with both hands, "So—hurry—come—help!"

"Shhhhh

"You damn old madman!" Ron scrambled to his feet. But then he noticed that Crouch was starting to be in the wrong state again.

"Thank you, Weatherby, and I'd like to have a cup of tea after you've done that. My wife and son are coming soon, and we're going to a concert tonight with Mr. and Mrs. Fudge. Crouch hugged another tree and began to mutter.

"Where are you going!" Ron shouted when he saw that Krum was about to slip away, "Help is needed here!"

"I'm leaving, it's your Hogwarts business. Krum cringed a little at this time, he could see it now, the mental state of the man in front of him was fluctuating, and he couldn't tell when he would start to go crazy.

Ron was about to taunt Krum when he saw him fall without warning. The next second, Ron didn't even realize what was happening, and followed in Krum's footsteps.

A figure appeared where Krum had fallen, and instead of looking down at the two people who had fallen to the ground, he stared directly at Crouch, who was muttering.

He reached into his arms with one hand and took out a curved wine bottle to his mouth and poured it, and when he drank, his eyes still did not take off Crouch, who was holding the tree, and when he screwed the cap, he stuffed the wine bottle into his arms again, and the person who came licked his lips:

"Hello, father. "

Crouch paused suddenly, and horror began to take over his face, as if at this point all his sanity had returned.

"It's you!" Crouch held the tree in one hand and pointed to the figure with the other.

"Of course it's me!" the man took a step forward, the sun shining through the gaps in the leaves on the man's distorted face, and a prosthetic eye was constantly looking around, apparently observing his surroundings.

"My dear father, do you know how long I've waited for this day?" licked his lips excitedly, again and again, little Barty—there was no need to refer to him by another name now, he was little Barty now, even though he was clad in Moody's skin.

"I should have let you rot in Azkaban!" Crouch was slumped on the ground, his back against a tree, he was now extremely weak, it was a miracle that he was able to escape here, and he had no combat power at all.

"Mom won't agree. Barty Jr. looked at his father with a happy expression, "Although I would love to...... But it's a pity that time doesn't allow for ......."

The tip of Barty's wand began to glow with a green glow, getting brighter and brighter.