Harry liked the idea of a false trail, of turning Crouch's game back on himself as much as they possibly could. For the first time, they seemed to have hit upon an idea that might actually work.
He moved forward and took the journal again, looking at the question in Crouch's entry rather than the rest of it, eyes avoiding the picture of the body. Shall I move on to the next?
No, Harry thought, no, you won't. He was half-tempted to answer right now, fingers itching for his quill, but he stopped himself.
"I like the false trail idea," he said. It would have to be more subtle than writing you want me, come find me in Mongolia! but if they put their heads together, surely they could come up with something. Maybe they could just plant the actual journal somewhere and let the bastards track it down, if they wanted? "But we should run it by Hermione first."