[HP] Being a problem student at Hogwarts

Chapter 191 Non-Protagonist’s Perspective 3

"It's a wall!" Harry lowered his head and carefully observed the short wall closest to him, and quickly realized, "Are we going to walk through a maze?"

"Hello!" A cheerful voice shouted at this time.

That was the voice of Ludo Bagman, the co-organizer, host, and referee of the Triwizard Tournament (it's really strange, is the referee really not afraid of the bias of the players when he is the host?). He was standing in the center of the field at the moment, next to Krum and Fleur - contestants from Durmstrang School of Witchcraft and Wizardry and Beauxbatons School of Witchcraft and Wizardry respectively. Among them, Viktor Krum was also the Bulgarian national Quidditch player. The team's Seeker, whom Ron idolized - until he discovered he was pursuing Hermione.

Harry thought about this but it did not relieve his stress. He couldn't help but wonder if it was really running a maze, would it be cheating if he brought Sirius along and borrowed his dog's nose? Just like how he summoned his new broomstick with the Flying Charm in the first project, he could shout in the maze: "Sirius is coming!" Maybe Sirius can forcefully punch through a passage for him.

Harry secretly imagined that scene in his mind, smiled and stepped over the low walls with Cedric and walked towards the center of the stadium. Fleur smiled brightly at Harry as he approached - the same warm smile she had had towards him ever since Harry rescued her sister from the lake during the second project.

"What do you think?" Bagman asked happily when Harry and Cedric climbed over the last low wall. "It's going well, isn't it? In another month, Hagrid will turn them into twenty feet high. Don't worry," he said with a smile when he saw the unhappy expressions on the faces of the three Quidditch players. "As soon as the competition is over, your beloved Quidditch pitch will be restored to its original state! Well, I think You can probably guess what we’re going to do here, right?”

No one spoke for a while, and Fleur rolled her eyes unabashedly, obviously not interested in trying to guess such a simple riddle. Harry glanced at Cedric and saw that he was just smiling and saying nothing, so he swallowed the answer. In the end, Krum answered impatiently, without letting the smile on Bagman's face freeze in embarrassment——

"Maze," Krum said gruffly.

"That's right!" Bagman quickly caught the step and spoke quickly, "It's a maze. The third project is very simple and clear. The Triwizard Cup is placed in the center of the maze. Who can The first one to touch it gets full points.”

"Oh." Fleur said coldly, "We just need to go through the maze?"

"There will be many obstacles," said Bagman, cheerful again, hopping up and down on tiptoe. "Hagrid has provided a whole bunch of animals... and some spells that have to be lifted... and that sort of thing, you know. And Yes, the Warriors with the leading score enter the maze first.”

Bagman smiled at Harry and Cedric, "Then Mr. Krum goes in... and finally Miss Delacour. But you will all have to fight to succeed. It will depend on your ability to overcome obstacles. It should be fun. Yes?"

Hagrid...providing animals? Oops. Then Hagrid has a place to shine.

Harry and Cedric's smiles couldn't help but look a little weird, but they still nodded restrainedly and politely like the other warriors.

"Very good... If you don't have any questions, let's go back to the castle, okay? It's a bit cold here..." Bagman keenly noticed that the atmosphere was starting to get a little weird, and hurriedly ended the topic and suggested.

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

"Can I have a word with you?" he asked in his thickly accented English, his expression serious, as if he was proposing not an invitation to talk but a request for a duel.

"Huh? Okay, no problem." Harry said, slightly surprised.

"Come with me, okay?" Krum said cautiously.

"Okay." Harry became more and more curious about what he wanted to say.

So they left the stadium alone, but Krum did not go in the direction of the big ship Durmstrang came from, but towards the Forbidden Forest.

"Why are we taking this road?" Harry asked, as they passed Hagrid's hut and the brightly lit Beauxbatons carriage. The increasingly secluded and dark environment finally made Harry a little wary. .

"Don't want to be heard." Krum said briefly, leading Harry forward firmly without looking back. Harry hesitated for a moment, then followed.

They finally came to a quiet open space, still some distance away from the stables of Beauxbatons' horses. Krum stopped in the shade of a tree and turned to look at Harry.

"I want to know," he said solemnly, and the shadows on his face became more and more sinister. "What's going on with you and Hermione?"

Krum's English was barely communicable, but he made a serious effort to pronounce every syllable of Hermione's name.

Harry had just seen Krum's sneaky look and thought he was going to say something very serious. Now when he heard Krum ask this question, he was so shocked that he almost couldn't react.

"Nothing," he said. But Krum still stared at him eagerly. Harry suddenly felt that Krum was really tall, so he hurriedly said more clearly, "We are friends. She is not my girlfriend, never has been. It was all made up by that woman Skeeter. "

God, Harry was so embarrassed at this moment that he wanted to dig out a Hogwarts castle from the ground with his toes. He never thought about having to discuss this issue with a famous international star hiding in the corner of the Forbidden Forest in the middle of the night. He dared to say that if Rita Skeeter, who likes to make up nonsense, was hiding somewhere and took pictures, he would immediately become the image of a scumbag who caters to both men and women, has a girlfriend he has been with for many years, and goes out late at night to have sex.

He even thought of the news headline for Skeeter: "Breaking News!" The savior star had a tryst with famous football stars late at night, and they actually did such a thing——"

Pair it with an ambiguous photo of someone borrowing a seat, and it's all together.

He and Krum will just wait for the society to die!

"Hermione talks about you a lot." But Krum didn't seem to think there was any problem and was still looking at Harry suspiciously.

"Yes," Harry cleared his throat and said cautiously in a very official tone, "we are friends."

Krum seemed happier. He stared at Harry for a few seconds, then changed the topic to a friendlier subject and said, "You're doing great flying. I saw the first one."

"Thank you," Harry said, feeling more relaxed and taking a few steps back, pretending to be casual, to get further away from Krum. "I saw you at the Quidditch World Cup. You were also very good at Wronsky's fake moves -" Before he could finish his sentence, he heard a rustling sound coming from behind, and he immediately became alert. He shook his wrist, turned the wand bracelet, threw the wand into his hand, and held it.

"Mr. Crouch?" Krum asked hesitantly.

Harry let go and looked back.

Sure enough, Mr. Crouch came stumbling through the bushes.

He looked like he had been wandering outside for many days. The knees of his robe were torn and stained with blood. His face was also covered with scars, his beard was unkempt, and his face was gray and haggard. His neat hair and beard needed washing and trimming. His appearance is certainly strange, but the strangest thing is his behavior. Mr. Crouch seemed to be talking to someone whom only he could see. He kept mumbling and gesticulating. In short, like a madman.

"Isn't he a referee?" But Klum became wary. He took a few steps back, slowly put his hand into his robe and began to fumble for his wand. He stared at Mr. Crouch for a moment and asked, "Isn't he from your Ministry of Magic?"

Harry nodded. Although he also felt that Crouch's behavior was weird, after all, they were both British and he felt that he might have an obligation... At least compared to Krum, he seemed to have more responsibilities and obligations to come forward. So he hesitated for a moment, and then slowly walked towards Mr. Crouch.

"Mr. Crouch?" Harry called him cautiously.

Mr. Crouch did not look at him, but kept talking to a nearby tree.

"...Wetherby, after you've done this, send an owl to Dumbledore to confirm the number of students Durmstrang participated in the competition. Karkaroff sent a letter that there were twelve indivual……"

Something is very wrong...

"Mr. Crouch!" Harry raised his voice and touched his wand again.

"...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 shouted, "Are you okay?"

Crouch's eyes rolled up, looking like a dead fish. Harry racked his brains to think of possible spells, but he couldn't think of any. After all, Hogwarts did not have specialized medical courses. He had no choice but to turn and look at Krum for help.

But Krum looked even more confused than he was: "What's wrong with him?"

"I don't know," Harry whispered, making up his mind. "Listen, I'm here to watch. You'd better go get someone—"

"Dumbledore!" Mr. Crouch gasped, not knowing which keyword touched him. He rushed forward, grabbed Harry's robes in a very embarrassed posture, and wanted to pull him to his side, but Harry reacted faster. He grabbed the wand and pressed it against Crouch's chin, preventing him from letting go. So close to myself. Both Lupine and Sirius have repeatedly emphasized to him the issue of not being approached easily - and at the same time, they must also thank the big black dog's habit of jumping on people for training his reflexes.

"Mr. Crouch!" Harry called his name warningly, "What's wrong with you?"

Crouch's eyes were staring directly above Harry's head. "I want to... see... Dumbledore..."

"Okay," Harry coaxed in a soothing tone, "as soon as you get up, Mr. Crouch, we'll go find -"

"I did...a...stupid thing..." Crouch gasped. He looked completely crazy, his eyes were bulging outwards, rolling around, drool dripping down his chin, forcing Harry to move his wand away, "Must... tell... Dumbledore!"

"He looks crazy," Krum said hesitantly, looking down at Crouch.

"You should accompany him instead. I know Principal Dumbledore's office. It's faster this way -" Harry finished and was about to stand up and leave, but his actions seemed to stimulate Mr. Crouch, causing him to suddenly change his posture. , hugged Harry's knees.

"Don't... leave... me!" He whispered, his eyes popped out again, "I... escaped... I must remind... I must tell... I want to see Dumbledore... it's all my fault... it's all my fault... Blame me..."

"As long as you let me go, I will go find Dumbledore, Mr. Crouch!" Harry said. He turned to look at Krum angrily, "Can you help me?"

Krum frowned and stepped forward reluctantly.

"Can I control him with a stun spell?" he asked.

"It's up to you," Harry finally broke away from the crazy Crouch, "as long as you remember that he is the Director of the International Cooperation Department of the British Ministry of Magic."

Krum sighed.

"Keep him here," Harry said, lowering his voice to steady Krum, who didn't want to wade into the muddy waters. "I'll bring Dumbledore back soon, I promise."

"Who's looking for Dumbledore?" a deep voice asked.

"Professor Moody!" What a joy it is to see a familiar adult now! Harry called to him happily, shouting: "Mr. Crouch is here! He says he wants to see Dumbledore!"

Moody limped closer on crutches, beads of sweat still on his scarred face.

"As soon as I saw that... I rushed over." He was vague in the middle, but he and Harry looked at each other tacitly - he was talking about Harry's Marauder's Map, which Harry had seen before. After Lee was accidentally discovered by Professor Moody that night when he went to the prefect's bathroom to listen to the clues about the golden egg, he agreed to lend it to Professor Moody.

Moody came closer, shone his lit wand in the face of the mad Mr. Crouch, and said, "It's him... You're very lucky, Harry."

"You watch him here, I'll go find Principal Dumbledore!" Harry said eagerly.

"Ah, don't worry." Moody said kindly, "I will talk to Principal Dumbledore. Don't worry."

"Here," he groped in his arms and took out a piece of iron, "Good boy, take this." He put the piece of iron into Harry's hand, "Take it."

"What?" Harry pinched the piece of iron in confusion.

Moody smiled at him and lit his wand on the iron piece: "Mentos!"

Harry reacted the moment he felt as if there was a hook behind his belly button and jerked forward with irresistible momentum: Portkey!

Before the blurry teleportation color block came into view, the last image he saw was that Krum quickly and simply gave himself a forgetting spell, rolled his eyes and passed out on the ground.

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