Harry Potter 04 - Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire

so much he didn’t notice that Crouch had released him. ‘Yes, my son has recently gained twelve O.W.Ls, most satisfactory, yes, thank you, yes, very proud indeed. Now, if you could bring me that memo from the Andorran Minister for Magic, I think I will have time to draft a response …’
    ‘You stay here with him!’ Harry said to Krum. ‘I’ll get Dumbledore, I’ll be quicker, I know where his office is –’
    ‘He is mad,’ said Krum doubtfully, staring down at Crouch, who was still gabbling to the tree, apparently convinced it was Percy.
    ‘Just stay with him,’ said Harry, starting to get up, but his movement seemed to trigger another abrupt change in Mr Crouch, who seized him hard around the knees and pulled Harry back to the ground.
    ‘Don’t … leave … me!’ he whispered, his eyes bulging again. ‘I … escaped … must warn … must tell … see Dumbledore … my fault … all my fault … Bertha … dead … all my fault … my son … my fault … tell Dumbledore … Harry Potter … the Dark Lord … stronger … Harry Potter …’
    ‘I’ll get Dumbledore if you let me go, Mr Crouch!’ said Harry. He looked furiously around at Krum. ‘Help me, will you?’
    Looking extremely apprehensive, Krum moved forward and squatted down next to Mr Crouch.
    ‘Just keep him here,’ said Harry, pulling himself free of Mr Crouch. ‘I’ll be back with Dumbledore.’
    ‘Hurry, von’t you?’ Krum called after him, as Harry sprinted away from the Forest, and up through the dark grounds. They were deserted; Bagman, Cedric and Fleur had disappeared. Harry tore up the stone steps, through the oak front doors and off up the marble staircase, towards the second floor.
    Five minutes later he was hurtling towards a stone gargoyle standing halfway along an empty corridor.
    ‘Sher-sherbet lemon!’ he panted at it.
    This was the password to the hidden staircase to Dumbledore’s office – or, at least, it had been two years ago. The password had evidently changed, however, for the stone gargoyle did not spring to life and jump aside, but stood frozen, glaring at Harry malevolently.
    ‘Move!’ Harry shouted at it. ‘C’mon!’
    But nothing at Hogwarts had ever moved just because he shouted at it; he knew it was no good. He looked up and down the dark corridor. Perhaps Dumbledore was in the staff room? He started running as fast as he could towards the staircase –
    ‘POTTER!’
    Harry skidded to a halt and looked around.
    Snape had just emerged from the hidden staircase behind the stone gargoyle. The wall was sliding shut behind him even as he beckoned Harry back towards him. ‘What are you doing here, Potter?’
    ‘I need to see Professor Dumbledore!’ said Harry, running back up the corridor and skidding to a standstill in front of Snape instead. ‘It’s Mr Crouch … he’s just turned up … he’s in the Forest … he’s asking –’
    ‘What is this rubbish?’ said Snape, his black eyes glittering. ‘What are you talking about?’
    ‘Mr Crouch!’ Harry shouted. ‘From the Ministry! He’s ill or something – he’s in the Forest, he wants to see Dumbledore! Just give me the password up to –’
    ‘The Headmaster is busy, Potter,’ said Snape, his thin mouth curling into an unpleasant smile.
    ‘I’ve got to tell Dumbledore!’ Harry yelled.
    ‘Didn’t you hear me, Potter?’
    Harry could tell Snape was thoroughly enjoying himself, denying Harry the thing he wanted when he was so panicky.
    ‘Look,’ said Harry angrily, ‘Crouch isn’t right – he’s – he’s out of his mind – he says he wants to warn –’
    The stone wall behind Snape slid open. Dumbledore was standing there, wearing long green robes, and a mildly curious expression.
    ‘Is there a problem?’ he said, looking between Harry and Snape.
    ‘Professor!’ Harry said, side-stepping Snape before Snape could speak. ‘Mr Crouch is here – he’s down in the Forest, he wants to speak to you!’
    Harry expected Dumbledore to ask questions but, to his relief, Dumbledore did nothing of the sort. ‘Lead the way,’ he said promptly, and he swept off along the corridor behind Harry, leaving Snape standing next to the gargoyle and looking twice as ugly.
    ‘What did Mr Crouch say, Harry?’ said Dumbledore, as they walked swiftly down the marble staircase.
    ‘Said he wants to warn you … said he’s done something terrible … he mentioned his son … and Bertha Jorkins … and – and Voldemort …