The Dream

           Itcomesdowntothis,"saidHermione,rubbingherforehead."EitherMr.CrouchattackedViktor,orsomebodyelseattackedbothofthemwhenViktorwasn’tlooking."

           "Itmust’vebeenCrouch,"saidRonatonce."That’swhyhewasgonewhenHarryandDumbledoregotthere.He’ddonearunner."

           "Idon’tthinkso,"saidHarry,shakinghishead."Heseemedreallyweak-Idon’treckonhewasuptoDisapparatingoranything."

           "Youcan’tDisapparateontheHogwartsgrounds,haven’tItoldyouenoughtimes?"saidHermione.

           "Okay...howsthisforatheory,"saidRonexcitedly."KrumattackedCrouch-no,waitforit-andthenStunnedhimself!"

           "AndMr.Crouchevaporated,didhe?"saidHermionecoldly.

           "Ohyeah..."

           Itwasdaybreak.Harry,Ron,andHermionehadcreptoutoftheirdormitoriesveryearlyandhurrieduptotheOwlerytogethertosendanotetoSirius.Nowtheywerestandinglookingoutatthemistygrounds.Allthreeofthemwerepuffy-eyedandpalebecausetheyhadbeentalkinglateintothenightaboutMr.Crouch.

           "Justgothroughitagain,Harry,"saidHermione."WhatdidMr.Crouchactuallysay?"

           "I’vetoldyou,hewasn’tmakingmuchsense,"saidHarry."HesaidhewantedtowarnDumbledoreaboutsomething.HedefinitelymentionedBerthaJorkins,andheseemedtothinkshewasdead.Hekeptsayingstuffwashisfault....Hementionedhisson."

           "Well,thatwashisfault,"saidHermionetestily.

           "Hewasoutofhismind,"saidHarry.