No one spoke for a while, and then...

"Maze." Krum said in a rough voice.

"By the way!" Bagman said, "It's a maze. The third event is very simple and clear. The Triumph Cup is placed in the center of the maze. Whoever can do it will get a full score if he touches it."

At this time, Sherlock also arrived, and he watched Bagman excitedly explain the dangers of the last project to others.

The Maze is a very ancient competitive project. It not only examines the observation, memory, physical strength, but also timely judgment of the passers-by, but also has a very interesting project.

"There will be many obstacles," Bagman said happily, jumping around on tiptoe, his behavior aroused the strong disgust of the three warriors, and he did not seem to take their safety seriously.

"Hagrid offers a lot of animals...and some spells have to be lifted...and things like that, you know, and, the Warriors who scored the lead first entered the maze."

"First it was Harry Potter, then it was Crum, and finally it was Fleur. So, there was no problem, right? Then go back to the castle."

Furong pouted, but she had no choice but to be the last score. Anyway, as long as she could find the trophy in the maze, she could still become the winner.

After saying goodbye to Bagman, Bagman put a map for Sherlock before leaving.

"This is the map in the third project maze. The maze built at that time will be exactly the same as the one on this map. As the referee, you must have this thing... Master Sherlock is your responsibility at the beginning of the third project!"

Sherlock nodded. After all, to ensure the safety of the three warriors running around in the maze, he really needs to work harder.

When she returned, Sherlock, Harry and Crum turned back to the castle together.

"I am quite good at the maze project. Harry, you have to be careful about this competition." A trace of passion appeared on Krum's old-fashioned face.

Harry responded to this blunt declaration of war as expected, "I believe this project will be wonderful. As long as you do your best, no matter whether you win or lose, you will not leave any regrets."

At this time, a man suddenly stumbled out from behind a tall oak tree. Sherlock and others looked over in confusion, as if they had some impression of this person. After a few closer glances, it was Crouch. However, his current appearance was too far from usual.

He seemed to have been wandering outside for many days, his robe's knees were torn, blood-stained, his face covered with scars, his beard was unshaven, his face gray and haggard. His originally neat hair and beard needed to be cleaned and trimmed.

Although his appearance is strange, the strangest thing is his behavior.

Mr. Crouch seemed to be talking to someone, and he kept muttering and gestured.

"This should be an official of your Ministry of Magic, right?" Krum's face was filled with a look of surprise. "I remember he seemed to be our referee before."

Sherlock looked quite serious, he nodded and walked slowly to Crouch.

Crouch obviously had no reaction to the surroundings, and kept muttering, "...Weatherby, after you finish this matter, you will send an owl to send a letter to Dumbledore to confirm the number of students who participated in the championship. Kakarov sent a message saying there were twelve..."

"...and then send an owl to send a letter to Mrs. Maxim. She may also need to increase the number of students. Since Kakarov's number has increased to twelve... Just do it like this, Weatherby, is it OK? Is it OK..."

"What's wrong with him? It depends on the situation is not very good. Should we call the school medical staff here?" Krum said directly.

"In this state." Sherlock frowned slightly. "It seems like he was too much of the aftermath of the Soul-Snatching Curse. The problem is a bit serious. I'm watching him here, he needs to go to school alone to find someone."

"Soul Curse?" Krum was obviously unable to believe "I am not very familiar with the interior of Hogwarts."

"Then I'll go, Mr. Sherlock." Harry stood up and said.

Just as Harry was about to leave, Crouch suddenly rushed over and grabbed Sherlock's silver robe "Dumbledore! I must meet Dumbledore."

Sherlock tried his best to ease his tone, "Now I'll go find Dumbledore, you can wait here."

"I did...a stupid thing..." Crouch said gasping.

He looked completely crazy, his eyes protruding outwards and rolling, saliva dripping down his chin.

"Must... tell... Dumbledore!"

Clum shook his head gently, "It's so strange that he is in this state. Harry should go find someone as soon as possible."

Mr. Crouch's eyes turned and glared at Sherlock.

"Who are you?" he whispered.

Sherlock did not answer, and Crouch now looks like a lunatic with a mental problem.

"Give Dumbledore a reminder..."

"Thank you, Weatherby, after you finish that, I want a cup of tea, my wife and son are coming soon, we're going to go to the concert with the Fudges tonight."

Crouch suddenly started talking about a tree again, as if he had forgotten all the three people in front of him.

"Wait until others are too slow! I'll do it myself." Sherlock said.

Krum widened his eyes. He didn't expect to see the famous spell casting of the spell at such a close distance. Is this problem that seems very difficult at first glance easy for Sherlock?

Sherlock pulled out his wand, and a subtle white line connected into Crouch's hair. The misty lines carried a flowing light mist, and a quiet force gradually played a role.

"A while ago, my mother suffered from insomnia. I usually use this spell to help her fall asleep, but in fact this is a spell I invented a long time ago, called Xiling Jingxin!"

Crum was speechless. Such a spell that seemed to be powerful in spiritual soothing and healing was actually used by Sherlock to treat insomnia.

Harry was familiar with this spell because when Hermione was serious about studying, she would use this spell to refresh herself or feel exhausted when she was exhausted.

This spell has been used by Hermione as a stimulant for learning.

Moreover, the reason why Hermione was able to learn this spell was when she first met Sherlock in the library and lent her notes to Hermione and then gave her guidance to her to learn.

Even in the midnight duel with Malfoy in the first grade, Harry was hit by the other party's evil curse, fear of shadows and terror. This curse was also invented by Sherlock, but Hermione used Xiling to expel Harry's fear at that time.

After receiving the influence and comfort of Xiling's quiet forehead, Crouch's eyes gradually calmed down a lot. He suddenly gasped, "I... escaped... I must remind... I must tell... I want to see Dumbledore... or Sherlock... all blame me... all blame me... all blame me... all blame me... all blame me... all blame me... all blame me... all blame me... tell Dumbledore and Sherlock, tell them the two... the Dark Demon... become strong... and go to alert Mephisto... the Dark Demon King has a chance... it is targeting Mephisto!"

Then Crouch fell into a coma.

Sherlock fell into silence, as if he had been targeted by the Dark King...or the Mephisto family was targeted by the Dark King...

Seeing Sherlock in silence, Harry said to Crum, "With Mr. Sherlock here, there should be no problem now. You guys wait here for a moment and I'll come back as soon as possible."

Turning around, Harry's figure gradually disappeared into the night.

Three minutes later, he appeared at the door of Dumbledore's office.

Harry read out the secret order from the principal's office.

The stone statue moves horizontally, and an adult-sized entrance appears.

As soon as Harry entered, he was angry and said, "Offair, Professor, Mr. Crouch is on the edge of the Forbidden Forest, and he wants to see you."

A hint of surprise flashed in Dumbledore's dark blue eyes, and he stood up without asking more, "Take me there!"

Harry walked ahead, Dumbledore followed, both of them walking very quickly, walking directly to the Forbidden Forest along the edge of the castle.

"What did Mr. Crouch say, who else is there now?" Dumbledore asked as he walked.

"He is in a very poor state now, probably because he has been hit by the Soul-Snatching Curse many times." Harry pondered a little. "In the end, when Mr. Sherlock cast a spell to make the other party awake, he mentioned his son... and Bertha Joggins, and Voldemort, as if he said Voldemort had become stronger... and... he also mentioned Voldemort's plan that seemed to be intentional against Mephisto!"

"The situation seems to be more serious than imagined. The demon actually targeted the demon! How wonderful this world is. Only magic can fight against magic, and only demons can fight against demons?" Dumbledore accelerated his pace with a serious expression.

"Ah? Professor, what did you say?" Harry asked in surprise.

"Nothing, I was thinking that if he was in this state, there wouldn't be any problem with Sherlock by his side." Dumbledore said in a slowed down.

"Where are they?" Dumbledore asked, when Busbaton's carriage was vaguely visible in the darkness.

In the darkness, Dumbledore and Harry saw the handsome boy. Clum was tall and burly to help Crouch up, but the other party was still in a coma. Dumbledore came over eagerly and spread Crouch's eyelids.

"Disap," he said softly, looking at the surrounding trees, half-moon lenses flashing in the glimmer of light, as if trying to tell which direction Crouch came from.

The sky of the forbidden forest is vast and dark. Above the dark curtains, there are dim stars, like light sapphires decorated on ornate silk.

Crouch was taken back to the castle in Hogwarts. This incident alarmed all the professors of the three magic schools. Three principals gathered together and four deans were there. Crouch was lying in the bed in the infirmary and was unconscious.

The Minister of the Ministry of Magic is also rushing towards this side.

"His spirit is already on the verge of survival. Being able to live is already a miracle. I just soothe my mind. It will take at least half a year to return to normal." Sherlock said calmly.

Mrs. Pang Lei, who is a nursing caregiver in the infirmary, also thinks so.

"Things really got into trouble? Mr. Crouch seemed to know something, but he didn't say it clearly. He mentioned that man and his dead wife and children. I didn't understand whether this was a longing for them or something... but he also mentioned some plans of that man."

Dumbledore raised his tone and looked at the people around him.

Kakarov stared at Crouch lying on the bed with a depressed look.

"This is the sequelae of being hit by the Soul-Snatching Curse. Crouch may have been controlled a while ago, but we have not found out whether we want to end the Triumph Championship... After all, the outside world has begun to spread the word."

Mrs. Magsim hesitated.

"This game cannot be terminated. Once the Triumph Championship starts, only one of the Warriors will personally win the Goblet of Fire in the last event, it will be considered the real end. There is no need for us to be afraid of the mysterious man's rumors until the end of this grand game! But what I care more about is what the Dark King plan Crouch said?"

Kakarov's tone was quite tough, as if the Goblet of Fire would definitely be taken away by the Warriors of Demstrong. He also diverted everyone's attention and made them all start to pay attention to the Dark Lord plan Dumbledore mentioned.

After all, that was what Crouch said when he was awake. Now it seems that Crouch's appearance may really be related to the Dark Lord or the Death Eater.

"Okay... Mr. Fumond, you're here too... Actually..." Dumbledore sighed and said "he seemed to be planning to do something to Mephisto. In fact, Sherlock was there at the time, and he heard it."

Dumbledore went on to say, "I don't know what his plan is, but Mephisto has certainly become one of his goals...or the main goal."

"Damn!" Fu Mengd cursed angrily. He did not doubt the authenticity of this matter. According to Mephisto's current power, he was already the largest pure blood family in the magic world, and his interests were widely involved. He was also in-laws with the largest pure blood family in the magic world in the Soviet Union.

Fumond is now in a high position and power. If Voldemort really intends to do something to Mephisto, it is possible.

"I'm going to go back to the manor tonight." Sherlock, who was silent, suddenly said at this time.

"I'm not relieved when my mother is alone at home."

"You are worried that now... the family courtyard is full of restrictions!" Fu Mond said, but then he sighed when he thought of Voldemort's reputation and strength more than ten years ago.

"This situation is so similar to that of that time. At that time, my father had a close relationship with the Dark King! Perhaps at that time, my father was the only person who opposed the Dark King's approach and the Dark King did not kill!"
Chapter completed!