Chapter 330 2 Memories

Karkaroff stood up as straight as possible, he was tied tightly to the chair.

"Yes, sir." Although his voice was full of fear, Sherlock could still hear the familiar slick tone, "I am willing to serve the Ministry of Magic, I am willing to provide help... I know that the Ministry of Magic is... hunting down the remnants of the Dark Lord, I am willing to do my best to assist you..."

Dumbledore and Moody, who were watching this memory with Sherlock, looked at Karkaroff sitting in the middle, their faces full of memories.

"I remember that this was a trial that was nearing the end of the year. Those important people had been determined guilty and sentenced to imprisonment. The rest were some minor characters and uncertain people... Oh, no, I forgot, those people were also arrested and faced trial on this day."

Moody said in a deep voice.

Dumbledore nodded, he stared at Karkaroff who was trying to fight for his freedom on the iron chair, and said.

"There are many trials on this day, but only two are worth our attention."

When they talked, the people around them who existed in the memory picture were not impressed.

Sherlock saw Moody from more than a decade ago whispering something to Dumbledore.

"Karkaroff, you said you know some people's names," Crouch said, "please tell us."

"You have to know," Karkaroff's eyes looked around the podium, as if he was hoping to find someone who could speak for him.

But to his disappointment, there were more than 200 wizards on the podium, each of them was staring at him coldly, and he could only swallow his saliva and say.

"That mysterious man has always been very secretive... He hopes that we, I mean his followers - I deeply regret that I have ever been with them -"

"Stop talking nonsense." The young Moody said sarcastically.

"- We never know the names of all our accomplices - only he knows who we are -"

"Didn't you say you know some people's names?" Crouch frowned.

"I... yes," Karkaroff said breathlessly. "They are all important followers, and I saw them doing his bidding with my own eyes... I provide this information to prove that I have completely severed my relationship with him and repent beyond all possibility-"

"What's the name?" Crouch said sharply.

Karkaroff took a deep breath.

"There's Antonin Dolohov. I, I saw him torture countless Muggles and people who didn't support the Dark Lord.

"We have arrested Dolohov," Crouch said, "shortly after arresting you."

"Really?" Karkaroff's eyes widened. "I-I'm glad! "

But he didn't look happy. Sherlock saw that this news was a heavy blow to him. The name in his hand was no longer useful.

He later reported the names of several wizards. Obviously, he cherished the "relyings" that he now controlled to ensure that he could walk out of Azkaban.

But these people have also been arrested by the Ministry of Magic, and his informing did not play any role.

Now Karkaroff was really anxious. He was afraid that he would be brought back to the dilapidated island full of Dementors.

"Travers! He assisted in the murder of the McKinnon family! And Mulciber! He specializes in the Imperius Curse and forces many people to do terrible things! Rookwood, he is a spy who provides useful information to the mysterious man from inside the Ministry of Magic! "

He obviously said something very valuable, which caused a commotion in the entire stands.

However, Crouch's appetite was obviously not small. He stared at Karkaroff, as if he wanted to squeeze out the last bit of value from him.

"If that's all, it won't completely absolve you of your guilt, Karkaroff. You will be sent back to Azkaban until we make a decision..."

"And Snape!" Karkaroff shouted, "Severus Snape! I guarantee he's a Death Eater too!"

Crouch's cold voice broke his last bit of fantasy.

"Snape has been pardoned, and Dumbledore himself is here to serve as his bail. "

Amid Karkaroff's desperate cry, he was pulled out by the Dementors again.

It seemed that his denunciation this time was fruitless. Looking at Karkaroff being taken out, Moody, who was standing next to Sherlock, sneered.

"He was very lucky. According to the Ministry's discussion, he was not going to be given a reduced sentence. After all, except for the undercover Rookwood in the Ministry of Magic, the other names he mentioned were already found out by the Aurors alone."

"But later Barty considered that giving him enough rewards could serve as a role model for the Death Eaters who were caught later, so that they would report their accomplices together, so his sentence was reduced to half a year."

While he was talking, the scene around him changed. They were still in this courtroom, but the wizards around them were obviously replaced, and the atmosphere was much more relaxed than the previous one with Karkaroff.

It didn't seem like a serious trial was going on here, but some kind of star-chasing scene.

Dumbledore drew out his wand. It seemed that he was going to press the fast-forward button because the next few trials could not provide them with much help.

It was only when Sherlock accidentally glanced at the defendant who was arranged to sit on the iron chair that he suddenly stopped Dumbledore's action.

"Wait." He stared at the famous Quidditch player who was much younger than he would be a dozen years later without blinking, "Why is he also on trial? Is it also because of helping Voldemort?"

Seeing that Sherlock was interested in the trial below, Dumbledore also stopped his move to fast forward.

He also looked at the man on the iron chair and said softly.

"You will know when you listen."

"Ludo Bagman, you are brought before the Magical Law Committee to answer the charges against you for your Death Eater activities."

Crouch, who looked much more tired than the trial of Karkaroff, said.

"We have heard the testimony against you and will now make a verdict. Do you have anything else to say before the verdict is announced?"

"Only one sentence." Ludo Bagman, who was a star Crouch player more than a decade ago, smiled unnaturally, "Well, I know I am a fool..."

One or two wizards in the surrounding seats smiled tolerantly, but Crouch was unmoved. He looked down at Ludo Bagman with a serious and disgusted face.

"Ludo Bagman, you were caught while passing information to Voldemort's followers." Crouch said, "For this reason, I suggest that you be sentenced to imprisonment in Azkaban for at least-"

But there were angry shouts in the four seats, and several wizards stood up and shook their heads at Crouch, and even waved their fists. They were obviously trying to stop Crouch from making a verdict.