v2 Chapter 672： Angry Hagrid

Evan hurriedly put her hand on her shoulder and let her lie down.

"What happened?" Hermione whispered. "After Harry left, I felt that I was not quite right, as if someone was hiding in the dark and peering at us. I just fired an early warning and was knocked down... "

"You did a good job, Hermione!" Ai Wen simply retelled the matter just now.

He did not say that the person who fought with himself was Little Batty Crouch, but that he did not know a person.

"Who is that man, why should he kill Mr. Crouch?" Hermione said, turning to the direction in which Mr. Crouch disappeared. "Avon, what should we do now? We must save him in the past..... ."

undefinedJust then, a footstep sounded, Dumbledore and Harry.

The two of them ran in a hurry, and a narrow beam of light moved back and forth between the dark trunks.

"What happened, Avon?" Dumbledore asked calmly. "What about Crouch?!"

"He ran, not wandering in the woods, or else..." Ai Wen said it again.

Dumbledore listened to the description of Ai Wen, staring thoughtfully at the dark woods and understanding the meaning of Ai Wen.

"Professor, do we want to go to him, or go back and ask someone to help?" Harry asked.

"Don't!" Dumbledore quickly said, "Don't move here, Harry, all four of you stay here."

He said, holding up his wand and pointing in the direction of Hagrid's cabin.

A silvery thing spewed out of his wand, like a pale bird, flashing through the trees.

Then, Dumbledore walked over and awakened Ron.

Ron woke up and covered his head with his hand.

"It hurts me!" he shouted. "He hit me, the old madman hit me. Hermione suddenly fainted, I was preparing to go over and see what happened, the old madman came to me from behind. Get started!"

"Not Mr. Crouch, other people!" Harry whispered, explaining to him.

In a short while, a thunderous footstep sounded into their ears, and Hagrid appeared breathlessly.

He followed his teeth and held his bow and arrow in his hand.

"Professor Dumbledore!" he said, his eyes narrowed. "Oh, you four, what happened here?"

He looked around uncomfortably, watching the traces left by Avon and Little Batty Crouch after the battle.

"Hag, please tell me about Professor Moody..."

"No need, Dumbledore!" a low voice snorted and said, "I am here."

Moody squatted and limped from the woods, and his wand was on.

He has changed his clothes and there is no trace of fighting with Ai Wen.

There was a stretcher floating behind him, and Krum was lying on it, unconscious.

"I should have come over earlier, if it wasn't this **** leg!" Moody said angrily, pointing at his fake leg.

"Professor, what happened to Krum?" Ron said in surprise, looking at Krumm behind Moody.

"He fainted, as if he was attacked by someone." Moody said with a rough voice, the magic eye was spinning fast.

Ai Wen remembers that he was burned by the magic fire, but now it seems that there is nothing at all, it is really...

"Krum is very hurt. I think someone wants to kill this child. Fortunately I patrolled the woods and found him!"

When he heard Moody's words, Harry, Ron, and Hermione turned their heads to look at Ai Wen.

"Well, I did attack him, but he didn't faint or hurt when I left." Ai Wen sighed and said what happened between himself and Krum, and himself. The last used obstacle spell.

He did not expect that Krum would meet Little Batty Crouch, this guy is really unfortunate!

"Professor, certainly not what Evan did, is the one who is chasing Mr. Crouch." Harry hurriedly said, "It must have been that the man met Krum in the woods and wounded him."

"Yes!" Hermione said anxiously. "I can prove Ivan..."

"Quiet, Miss Granger!" Moody shouted. "You just mentioned Crouch?!"

"Yes, he disappeared into the woods, we must find him!" said Dumbledore, checking Krum. "Hag, you have to call Professor Kakarov, this must be notified." he."

"Oh, okay, no problem, Professor!" Hagrid looked at Evan with four of them worried.

Then he turned and disappeared into the dark bushes, his teeth running and following.

Moody also knew about the passing of things from Harry and Ron. He raised his wand.

"Damn, I didn't see them just now. I went to Crouch!" he said, squatting into the forest with his legs.

The rest of the people did not speak, and Dumbledore calmly looked at Moody's back and did not stop him.

Not surprisingly, he should now deal with the body of Mr. Crouch.

"Professor, is Krum okay?" Hermione asked worriedly.

"No problem, but take a break!" said Dumbledore.

After a while, they heard the movement again, and there was no doubt that Hagrid and his teeth were back.

Kakalov hurriedly followed, wearing a light and slippery silver-white fur robes, pale and anxious.

"What happened?" He saw Krum lying on the ground and exclaimed, "What happened?!"

"Igor, he was attacked!" said Dumbledore, "is..."

He hadn't finished yet, and Kakalov slammed his body straight, clenching his fur robes wrapped around his body, his face flushed.

"Enough, scam, all scams!" he pointed at Dumbledore. "I understand it. This is a conspiracy! You and your Ministry of Magic used a false excuse to trick me here, Dumbledore." This is not a fair competition! First of all, you secretly put Weasley into the game, even though he is not old enough! Now, you want to make my warriors lose their fighting power! Throughout the incident, I sniffed out the deception! And you, Dumbledore, you talked about what to promote the connection of the international wizarding world, what to restore the good relations of the past, and what to forget the differences of the past, I now understand what kind of person you are!"

Kakalov spit to Dumbledore's feet and said that it was too late. Hagrid grabbed the front shackles of Kakalov's fur robes, lifted him up and slammed it on a tree next to him. .

"Let's apologize!" Hagrid said, and Kakalov gasped and gasped.

Hagrid's big fist was against his throat, his feet hanging in the air.

"Hag, stop!" Dumbledore shouted, his eyes flashing sharply.

Hagrid loosened the hand that nailed Kakarov to the tree, and Kakalov slid down the trunk.

He huddled around the roots of the tree, and some of the branches and leaves fell on his head in the rain, looking very embarrassed.