v5 Chapter 189： Crazy Crouch

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After William left Professor Flitwick's office, he met Hagrid at the entrance of the auditorium.

Hagrid looked like he was constipated.

After the conversation with Professor Flitwick, William also understood, and he quickly said: "I took the protection of magical animals class next school year."

Hagrid took a breath and tried to pat William on the shoulder, but he avoided him.

This slap was shot, and if he didn't hide, he would definitely kneel on the ground.

"Not bad, you have some conscience." Hagrid said angrily. "This year, neither George nor Fred took my class.

These two bad boys, I treat them so well for nothing! If I go to the Forbidden Forest at night in the future, I will definitely deduct their points. "

William smiled helplessly.

Cedric took Hagrid's class instead.

It must be chosen. If he wants to make a wand, he must have a good understanding of those magical animals.

Hagrid brings dangerous magical creatures every time, and he's... happy!

"What about Qiu, will she take my class in sixth grade?"

Hagrid asked some embarrassing questions, and William had to vaguely say, "I don't know, she didn't tell me."

Qiu definitely didn't choose, does that need to be said? She had had enough of the fried tail snails and decided to drop the class.

She still liked this class very much before, but Hagrid played a good persuasive effect.

But it's hard to say clearly, Qiu will have to hide from Hagrid for the next semester.

Not only Autumn, Marietta... Many students decided not to choose. They were really frightened by Hagrid.

William looked at Hagrid's face, changed the subject, and whispered:

"How are you and Madame Maxime?"

"Don't mention her!" Hagrid said angrily, clenching his fists. "I don't want to see her again. Never in my life."

Good guy, William straight up good guy.

Who said before that he wanted to see Madame Maxime, the kind that he wanted to see for a lifetime?

Now it's starting to disappear again?

I hope Hagrid will be tougher and won't slap his face in the future.

"Let's go, I'll take you to see some big babies, don't tell anyone else."

Hagrid, with a sneaky look, pulled William to the outside.

They followed the lawn to the Quidditch pitch, then entered through a gap between the stands.

The Quidditch pitch is no longer flat and smooth, and it seems that someone has built countless long low walls here.

These low walls are intricate and meandering in all directions.

Hagrid clapped his hands smugly, pointed to his masterpiece, and asked, "I suppose you can guess what's going on here?"

William looked at the intricate low wall and guessed, "Is it a maze?"

"Yes, genius idea." Hagrid brought William closer.

"The third item is very simple. The Triwizard Tournament Cup is placed in the center of the maze. Whoever can find it first will get full points."

"Should it be more than a labyrinth?" William quickly memorized those paths.

If it is just a maze, the warriors will definitely be able to get the road map of the maze in advance. That would be too easy.

"There will be a lot of obstacles," Hagrid said cheerfully, in a better mood, "I'll provide a whole bunch of cuddly—very docile magical creatures.

There are still some spells that must be lifted..."

A very docile magical creature... If someone else said it, William's mind would be an animal like a unicorn.

Since it was Hagrid who said it, what appeared in his mind were fire dragons and fried tail snails...

Hagrid would definitely do everything in his power to make this labyrinth less "dangerous".

Hagrid took William and looked around the maze for a while before the two left the playground.

Hagrid went to the castle, while William sat alone by the Black Lake.

He waved his wand, conjured up a quill pen and parchment, and quickly drew the path of the labyrinth according to the memory just now.

A slight footstep sounded, William glanced out of the corner of his eye, and the corners of his mouth twitched.

Hermione came quietly and stood behind him, not speaking.

She bent over, resting her head on his shoulder, and watched him sketch.

Hermione blinked and asked softly, "The third item? It looks like a maze."

"Yeah, Hagrid just told me. To set up a maze in a Quidditch field, you need to memorize the route."

Hermione looked at it for a while, then jokingly said, "I finally found something you're not good at."

Well, it is indeed crooked, William can be called a soul painter.

He stopped writing, held Hermione in his arms, turned to look at Black Lake and said:

"Annie should be drawn, she's better at this."

"You can learn it too, so that you can paint me a portrait in the future."

Hermione raised her head, pressing her head against his chin, as a matter of course.

Makes sense!

William should really learn to draw so that he can paint a portrait of Hermione.

It's the kind that Jack drew for Shredded Meat on the Titanic!

The corners of William's mouth twitched, and he reached out to stroke Hermione's chin, smiling silently.

After a while, the girl said angrily, "Where are you touching!"

William bowed his head in surprise, and retracted his claws embarrassedly.

It turned out that I accidentally touched a small hill.

Hermione was blushing, biting her lip and panting.

At this moment, the sound of footsteps came from behind again. William turned his head away and frowned.

Krum walked slowly towards the two of them along the Black Lake.

"Miss Galangie, may I have a word with you?" Krum said in broken English.

Hermione stuck her head out of William's arms, slightly surprised.

"sure, no problem."

"Then can you go there with me?"

Krum clearly didn't want William to hear.

Hermione shook her head directly and said, "No need, just say it here."

"Oh, well..." Krum hesitated, staring gloomily at William.

William smiled and brushed Hermione's hair with his chin.

Krum was brewing emotions. He hesitated for a long time, and was about to speak when there was an abnormal movement in the reeds not far away.

William stood up, Hermione also stood up, took out her wand and looked ahead vigilantly.

A man suddenly stumbled out of the reeds.

William narrowed his eyes.

—Barty 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 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.

William and Hermione exchanged glances, both holding their wands and walking cautiously towards Crouch.

"Mr. Crouch, didn't you go to Ludo?" William asked. "How did it become like this."

Mr. Crouch didn't look at him, but kept talking to Reed next to him.

"...Wetherby, after you're done with this, send an owl to Dumbledore to confirm the number of students Durmstrang is participating in the Tournament. Karkaroff sent a letter saying that he wants to increase the number of students. …”

"And then send an owl to deliver a letter to Madame Maxime, she may also increase the number of students, since the number of Karkaroff has increased..."

"What happened to him?" Hermione asked warily. "Like talking to Percy."

During the summer vacation, Crouch has been calling Percy Wetherby, and the twins have used this title and laughed at Percy.

Mr. Crouch's eyes were bulging, like a mental patient, staring straight ahead, muttering silently.

Then, he staggered a few steps to the side, and fell to his knees.

"Isn't this the referee, what's wrong with him?" Krum also came over, and he looked down at Crouch in panic.

"Dumbledore!" said Mr. Crouch, panting.

He pounced and grabbed William's robe, but his eyes were fixed directly above William's head.

"I want... see... Dumbledore..."

"Okay." William nodded, "I'll take you to him now, what happened, did someone attack you?"

"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!"

"Tell him what?" said Hermione.

But Crouch fell into a state of madness again, and he continued to say to himself:

"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."

Crouch seemed to confuse the time, bringing up his wife and son as if he were going back decades.

"Any of you go to Professor Dumbledore, call him over, and I'm here to watch."

Krum looked trembling.

William and Hermione rolled their eyes at the same time.

It's a fool's errand to leave now and call someone.

Crouch is acting erratically and must know something.

After he leaves, maybe Crouch will be killed.

Besides, where do you need to call someone in person... is it a wizard? !

I saw William's wand waving, and a silver sea eagle drilled out from the tip of the wand.

It spread its wings and flew in a circle, heading towards the principal's office.

William picked up the safety sheet, ready to find some sedatives for Crouch to take.

A green light suddenly and insidiously shot out from the reeds.

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