Vol 2 Chapter 672: The Trial of Karkaroff (1)

A genius remembers the address of this site in one second: (Vertex Chinese), the fastest update! No ads! Dumbledore's office shook violently-Harry was thrown forward and fell into the pot. go with.
But his head didn't touch the bottom of the basin. He fell into something dark and cold. He was sinking all the time, as if being sucked into a black whirlpool.
Suddenly, Harry found himself sitting on the stool in that room, which was taller than the others.
He looked at the high stone ceiling and wanted to see a round window from where he had just looked down.
But there was nothing but black and hard stones. Harry panted desperately and looked around him.
No witch or wizard (at least two hundred) in the room was watching him.
None of them seemed to notice that a fourteen-year-old boy had just fallen from the ceiling and fell into the middle of them.
Harry turned to a wizard sitting next to him and suddenly exclaimed, the cry echoing in the silent room.
He was sitting beside Albus Dumbledore.
This was terrible, and Harry thought he was going to be killed by Fanlin.
"Professor!" Harry said in a low voice, "I'm sorry—I didn't really want to—I just looked at the stone basin in your cupboard—I—where am I?"
But Professor Dumbledore remained motionless and did not speak, completely ignoring Harry's presence, just staring at a door in the far corner of the room like everyone else.
Harry stared at Dumbledore at a loss, then at the crowd who was watching quietly, then at Dumbledore.
Suddenly, Harry had a flash of inspiration... Once, Harry found himself in a world where no one else could see or hear him.
That time, he fell into an enchanted diary and entered someone's memory... something similar happened again.
Yes, Fanlin said before, this is Dumbledore's memory.
So, now he should be in the pendulous basin and was pulled in by Fanlin, but Fanlin...
Harry raised his right hand, hesitated, then reached out to Dumbledore and waved hard.
Dumbledore did not blink, nor looked back at Harry, or did not move at all.
So he was sure that he was in a memory, and that this one was not Dumbledore in reality.
But it shouldn't be long ago... The hair of this Dumbledore who was sitting next to him was silvery white, just like Dumbledore in reality. But where is this? What Lin said about Weizenjiamo? What are all the wizards waiting for?
Harry looked here more carefully. As he had suspected when he observed it from above, this room was underground—not so much a room as a dungeon, he thought. There is a gloomy, cold and terrifying atmosphere here: there is no painting on the wall, and there is no decoration at all; the whole room has only rows of seats, one row higher than the other, all fixed, so they can clearly see that There are chains on the armrests of the chair.
Before Harry could conclude on the room, he heard a sound of footsteps.
The door in the corner of the dungeon opened, and three people walked in—one was held by two dementors.
Harry felt cold all over. Those dementors—the tall, helmeted creatures with only eyes exposed are sliding towards the chair in the center of the room, each holding the man’s arm.
Their hands were like dead, rotten hands, and the person caught between them seemed to pass out. Harry thought that he could not be blamed...Although he knew that the Dementors would not touch himself because it was in a memory, he was still a little scared because he still remembered how powerful they were.
When the dementor put the man on the chained chair and slid out of the room again, the crowd of onlookers flinched and the door closed after they went out.
Harry looked down at the man sitting in the chair. It turned out he was Karkaroff.
Unlike Dumbledore, Karkaroff looked much younger; his hair and goatee were black.
But the different thing is that he is wearing thin, torn clothes instead of smooth leather clothes, and he is shaking. The iron chain on the chair flashed golden light suddenly, climbed up his arm like a snake, and tied him there.
"Yigo Karkaroff." A voice suddenly appeared on Harry's left. He looked around and saw Mr. Crouch standing in the middle of the seat next to him.
Crouch's hair is still black, his face is not so wrinkled, and he looks cool and agile.
"You were brought from Azkaban to the Ministry of Magic to provide evidence. You once said that you have important news to tell us."
Karkaroff straightened his body quickly.
"I have, sir." He said, and even though his voice sounded terrified, Harry still heard the familiar slick tone.
"I hope it will be useful to the Ministry. I want to help. I—I know that the Ministry is going to round up the last remaining party of the Dark Lord. I am eager to do my best to help..."
There was a buzzing sound in the audience.
Some people became interested in Karkaroff, others were skeptical.
Suddenly, a familiar low growl came from Dumbledore's other side: "Trash!"
Harry leaned forward, looking over Dumbledore.
Sure enough, Moody's Eye was sitting there-although his appearance was significantly different from now.
He has no magic eyes yet, only two ordinary eyes. He was squinting at Karkaroff, with extreme disgust.
"Crouch is going to let him out," Moody whispered to Dumbledore. "He has already made a deal with him. It took me six months to hunt him down. If he can provide enough new lists, Crouch let him go. Let us listen to his information first, I said, and then just throw him directly to the Dementor."
Dumbledore's long hooked nose hummed disapprovingly.
"Oh, I forgot... You don't like dementors, do you, Albus?" Moody's face wore a mocking smile.
"Yes," Dumbledore said flatly, "I don't like them. I always thought it was a mistake for the Ministry of Magic to ally with this creature."
"But to this rubbish..." Moody said softly.
"You said you could provide us with a name, Karkaroff," said Mr. Crouch, "then please speak out and listen."
"You should understand." Karkaroff said hurriedly, a'that man' always manipulates everything in the most secret way...he likes that, and we—I mean, his people—now I regret , I regret very much, I used to be one of them—"
"Go on!" Moody sneered.
"--We never know the names of our accomplices--he alone knows who all of us are--"
"What a clever idea. It protects people like you, Karkaroff, and sells everyone else." Moody murmured.
"But you said you could give us a name?" said Mr. Crouch.
"I, I can." Karkarov said out of breath. "They are very important party members. I am not afraid to tell you that I saw him and he is waiting for the opportunity. I provide this information to show that I am completely with him. Break, and express deep pity and sympathy to him, I hardly..."
"What are their names?" Mr. Crouch said harshly. Karkaroff took a deep breath. "It's Anthony. Dora Bonfer." He said, "I—I saw him torturing and torturing Muggles and...no, the Dark Lord's people countless times."
"Help him torturing them together." Moody murmured. "We have arrested Dora Bonfer," Klaus said. "He was caught shortly after you."
"Really?" said Karkrov, his eyes widening. "I--I am very happy--to hear the news!"
But he didn't look at all.
Harry thought it was a blow to him, one of the names he could provide was useless.
"Anything else?" Crouch said coldly.
"Why, of course... and Rosell," Karkaroff said hastily, "Evan Rosell."
"Rosell is dead, and he was caught shortly after you. He seemed to prefer to resist rather than come obediently, so he was beaten to death in stubborn resistance."
"Then tell me the credit." Moody whispered to the man on Harry's right. Harry looked at him again and saw that he was pointing the big wooden block in his nose to Dumbledore. .
"No—not too much, he deserved it!" Karkaroff said, with a trace of panic in his voice, and it could be seen that he was beginning to fear that none of his intelligence was useful.
Kakrov's eyes were fixed on the door in the corner, and there was no doubt that the dementor was guarding behind the door.
"Anything else?" Klaus said.
"Yes!" Karkaroff ~EbookFREE.me~ and Trevis-he murdered McKindes! Marciber-he is good at Impales spells, driving countless people to do terrible things! Rockwood, he is a spy, who specializes in passing information to ‘that man’ from the Ministry of Magic! "
It can be said that this time Karkaroff's words worked, and the audience began to whisper.
"Rockwood?" said Mr. Crouch, and he nodded to a witch sitting in front of him, who immediately wrote on the parchment, "Rockwood from the Mystery Division ?"
"Yes," Karkaroff said hurriedly, "I think he manipulates a network of connections, and those people are responsible for collecting information from inside and outside the Ministry of Magic—"
"But we already know about Trevis and Marchieber," Mr. Crouch said. "Very good, Karkaroff, if that's the case, you can go back to Azkeban and wait for us to decide--"
"It's not over yet!" Karkaroff called, looking desperate. "Wait a minute, I have more!" Under the faint light of the torch, Harry saw him in cold sweat, his face was scary white, in contrast to his black hair and beard.
"Snape!" he cried, "Severus Snape!"
"Snape has been excluded from Parliament," Crouch said coldly. "Mr. Albus Dumbledore pledged him."
"Impossible!" Karkaroff roared, the chains on his body tight. "I assure you! Severus Snape is a Death Eater!"
Dumbledore stood up. "I have provided proof for this." He said calmly, "Severus Snape is indeed a Death Eater. But before Lord Voldemort fell, he had turned to us and acted as an undercover agent for us. Provide information. He personally risked his life. He is no longer a Death Eater."