That was where Harry was stuck, where he'd been hoping Ron might have an answer. Everything he'd done to subvert Crouch's plans had been criticized by his friends, and he'd been forced to take them all back. Well, he could have gone against their wishes, but they had made fair points.
Reasoning only went so far, though. Someone had died and he had done nothing to stop it.
"I don't know, ask him what it is he even wants?" he said, shoving his hands in his pockets once the journal was out of his hands. "He didn't tell me to hand myself over, or anything - there's a small chance it's not something that would get me killed, isn't there? And if it is, at least we'd know what the stakes were."
It was driving him a little bit crazy, not knowing. Much as he resented Crouch's mention of the 'bond' they'd formed when he'd been masquerading as Mad-Eye, the lying bastard probably had gotten to know Harry better than he wanted to admit.