It was the distraction Harry needed. The arm about his chest loosened as a shocked Crouch turned to this new surprise foe, creating enough room for Harry to pull his wand free from his pocket and jab it into his captor's side, between his ribs and cry, not having the energy for wordless spells, in quick succession, "DEPULSO! BOMBARDA! STUPEFY!" The strength of the spells threw Crouch bodily from him - propelling him through the air before he landed with a sickening crack on the stairs to the castle. He did not stand again, head lolling at an awkward angle, his arm twisted under his body, and the side of his chest, that had been closest to Harry, faintly smoking.  