Hogwarts Advanced Guide

Chapter 284 Karkaroff in Dumbledore's Memory
"It's obviously wise, isn't it, Karkaroff, to prevent people like you from betraying them all." Moody muttered, and Dumbledore nodded in agreement—whether it was Hera's left or right.

"Didn't you say you knew some people's names?" said Mr. Crouch, ignoring Moody's muttering and continuing his trial.

"I—yes," Karkaroff said breathlessly, "please note, they are all very important followers. I have personally seen them act according to his orders, and the information I provide is enough to prove that I have completely broken with him, and I am remorsefully unable to—"

"And the name?" snapped Mr. Crouch.

"Ha, has Mr. Crouch been such a serious person since then?" Hera tried her best to sound panicked, which could make Dumbledore trust him more.

Dumbledore nodded, and said softly: "Crouch has always been a person who can't rub the sand in his eyes. He was the director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement at that time. Even if it was his—well, you will know after reading it."

Hera turned her head, and Karkaroff took a deep breath.

"There is Antony Dolokhov."

Karkaroff mentioned several names in a row and briefly described their culpability, but obviously this did not satisfy Crouch. His memory is very good. The names in Karkaroff's newspaper have basically been captured or killed by the Ministry of Magic.

Crouch looked very indifferent, "Very well, Karkaroff, if that's all, you will be sent back to Azkaban, and we will decide—"

"No!" Karkaroff yelled in despair, "Wait a minute, I still have more."

In the light of the torch, Hera could see that he was sweating. His pale skin was in stark contrast to his black beard and hair. In fact, Hera was also very curious about whose name Karkaroff had uttered, which made Crouch release him successfully.

"Snape!" he said loudly, "Severus Snape!"

Obviously, this is another useless name, Hera yawned, just looking at Snape's life now, it can be seen that he had absolutely not received any damage back then - the Ministry of Magic never touched him.

That's exactly what Mr. Crouch said, and he was unusually contemptuous, "Snape has been released by this committee, and Albus Dumbledore has vouched for him."

"No!" Karkaroff yelled, struggling to break free from the chains that bound him to the chair. "I assure you, Severus Snape is a Death Eater."

"Of course, of course he is, but he fell for us earlier." Dumbledore said with a smile, he didn't seem to mind letting Hera know about it. "At that time, he took great risks to spy for us. I have to say that Severus really has great courage."

Hera raised her eyebrows, and remained somewhat skeptical about this view. After all, Voldemort also had the same confidence in Snape. He was very convinced that Snape was continuing his latent mission and providing help for his comeback one day.

However, for this, Moody still upheld considerable doubts, and his two normal eyes rolled around Dumbledore's body.

"I suppose you believe Severus too?" Dumbledore blinked and leaned closer to Hera.

"Naturally." Hera said firmly, but he hesitated again about Snape's faction in his heart.

Under the premise that the current situation is not clear, he can only take one step at a time, and he has no way to confide in Snape.

Snape disguised himself so well that both Dumbledore and Voldemort thought he was on their side. Of course, the possibility of some of them telling lies was not ruled out, such as Dumbledore. It was hard for Hera to believe what Dumbledore said.

"Oh, no no no!" Karkaroff said tremblingly, and suddenly his face flushed, "I know one more."

"What?" A witch asked in front of Crouch.

"Name." Crouch said coldly, he rolled his eyes at the talkative witch, but did not lose his temper.

"I know. He was also involved in the kidnapping. He also used curse magic to torture Frank Longbottom and his wife." Karkaroff became agitated, and his words became paragraphs, as if he was out of breath.

And on the bench of the trial seat, a young man quietly stood up from his seat and walked towards the door.

"Tell me his name, tell me this despicable name!" Mr. Crouch shouted, his whole body was trembling, it was a very bad attack, Death Eaters attacked the Longbottom family and tortured the poor family.

Karkaroff struggled on the chair, his expression became ferocious, and he spat out syllables through his teeth: "Barty Crouch Jr.!"

(Should be Barly·Crouch·Junior in English)

When everyone heard Barty Crouch's name, everyone gasped. They couldn't believe that Mr. Crouch could be a Death Eater, but Karkaroff certainly wouldn't talk nonsense.

When he uttered the last "little" word, everyone couldn't help but feel relieved. It wasn't Crouch, but everyone quickly realized a problem: Mr. Crouch's son is a Death Eater?
All eyes were on the boy who wanted to escape from the room, and he was subdued immediately, and the memory ended here.

Seeing the figure being subdued by the Aurors, Hera immediately understood why Barty Jr. targeted Karkaroff so much before. It turned out that he had sold him!

"Did you see anything?" Dumbledore said calmly, everything around him stopped at this moment, and everyone stopped moving.

"Kakarov is unreliable." Hera rubbed her chin, talking nonsense.

"I still have a memory, but it's hard for me to put them together." Dumbledore frowned, rarely seeing such an expression on his face.

Dumbledore waved his arm, and the dungeon disappeared. When it reappeared, Hera and Dumbledore were still sitting in Mr. Crouch's rebellion, but the atmosphere was very different.

The room was very quiet, except for the sobbing of a weak witch next to Mr. Crouch.She held a handkerchief to her mouth with trembling hands.

Crouch's voice echoed in the silent dungeon.

"bring in"

A boy of seventeen or eighteen was brought in by the dementors and placed on four chained chairs in the center of the dungeon.He looked utterly petrified, trembling, with straw-colored hair hanging over his face and freckled skin pale as paper, and the slender witch next to Crowe began to rock back and forth, whimpering with a handkerchief over her mouth.

"Is that guy Crouch's son?" Hera pointed at the boy in the middle. He still couldn't believe his eyes. Even though he knew that Barty Jr. was a Death Eater, he had just graduated from Hogwarts at that time. Would he really be involved in the incident against the Longbottoms?
Dumbledore didn't answer, his eyes were slightly open, and he seemed a little silent.

"It's still hard to believe." Hera murmured, what is it about Voldemort that deserves to be so crazy.Even if he made up his mind to follow Voldemort, he never thought of doing this.

He would never do these things with his own hands, even if Voldemort was his father.

At this moment, Mr. Crouch stood up and looked down at the boy with extreme hatred on his face.

"You have been brought before the Council of Magical Laws to stand trial," he enunciated, "so heinous have you committed crimes—"

"Father, Father, please"

"——this is rare in the cases heard by this court." Mr. Crouch raised his voice, overshadowing his son's voice, "We heard your accusation, and you followed the rest of the others to kidnap an Auror—Frank Longbottom, and cast the Cruciatus Curse on him, trying to find out from him the whereabouts of your master, the mysterious man—"

What happened next was not beyond Hera's expectations. It was basically a scene of "a loving father and a filial son". Crouch personally tried his son and imprisoned him in Azkaban, which satisfied everyone—except for the witch next to Crouch.

"I think it's enough for us to see here," Dumbledore whispered in Hera's ear, and he stood up.

Hera bit her finger and said in an uncertain tone, "Professor Dumbledore, do you think Karkaroff sneaked into Hogwarts to escape the Dark Lord's punishment."

"Let's talk about it when we go back." Dumbledore said, he sighed slightly when he saw the little Barty being dragged away by the dementor.

"Okay." Hera followed Dumbledore out of the Pensieve. He only felt that he was slowly rising into the air, and the dungeon was dissipating. In a blink of an eye, there was only darkness left, like a slow-motion somersault, and his feet suddenly fell to the ground. The surrounding light was dazzling. He was already standing in Dumbledore's sunny office.

The Pensieve was shining brightly.

"Hera, what do you think?" Dumbledore took the Pensieve and walked to the cabinet, put it in the cabinet, then sat down on the chair behind the table, beckoning Hera to sit opposite him.

Hera sat down, frowning as he watched Dumbledore take back the Pensieve, which he had clearly promised to put in his place!
Did Dumbledore just want to take back the Pensieve?

"Are you suspicious of Karkaroff? He seems to have been running towards Professor Snape recently, I thought you knew about it." Hera thought for a while and said.

"I have never doubted Severus' loyalty," said Dumbledore, "just as I have never doubted your position, and please don't say anything about doubting Severus. And he has always told me about Karkaroff's actions."

Hera was a little surprised, but quickly sorted it out. "Then I don't think I can give you any useful clues."

Dumbledore stood up and paced back and forth behind the desk, his long fingers running through his silver hair, looking distressed.

"Professor?" Hera called softly after 2 minutes.

Dumbledore stopped pacing and looked at Hera.

"I'm sorry." He said softly, and sat down at the desk again.

"Have you ever thought about that idea that Professor Moody mentioned earlier?"

Dumbledore looked at Hera carefully for a moment, then said, "Of course I'll think about it, he's right, and I bet the man who did it probably did. Alastor's ideas have always been—very crazy, but his general instincts are right."

"But...who the hell would do that? Hogwarts or—"

"Hush!" Dumbledore interrupted Hera, and he sighed heavily, "Will you keep an eye on Madame Maxime for me?"

"Are you suspicious of her?" Hera asked in surprise.

"We need to be vigilant against everyone during this period, don't we?" Dumbledore blinked.

Neither of them spoke for a while, and Dumbledore stared ahead, poking his temple with the tip of his wand from time to time.

"Professor," said Hera at last, "what do you think their purpose is?"

"Voldemort?" Dumbledore asked, looking at Hera across the table, with that penetrating gaze again. Hera always felt that Dumbledore could see through him completely, which was completely different from the feeling in front of Voldemort. "I can't guess at all now, what is their purpose for letting Harry participate in the Triwizard Tournament? Could it be that Harry died in the game?"

"It's absolutely impossible, isn't it?" Hera chuckled lightly. "I think the Ministry of Magic must have made very good preparations before deciding to restart the Triwizard Tournament. If there was a tragedy of the death of a warrior in the first year, it is unlikely that it will be held again."

"That's right," said Dumbledore. "The Triwizard Tournament events are all held in Hogwarts. I can't think of any accidents."

"After all, with you at Hogwarts, their plan will fail in the end." Hera complimented.

Dumbledore sighed again, looking even older and weary.

"There have been several disappearances in the last few years of Voldemort's power," he said. "Bertha Jorkins disappeared without a trace from Voldemort's last hiding place, and there is another disappearance, which the Ministry of Magic, unfortunately, considers insignificant because it was a Muggle. His name is Frank Bryce, and he lives in the village where Voldemort's father was born. He has been missing since August. You know, I read the Muggle papers, which I and most of the Ministry of Magic do not agree with." Same."

Dumbledore looked at Hera very seriously.

"You obviously think that these disappearances are connected, but the Ministry doesn't think so." Hera held his chin, frantically looking for a reasonable explanation that could connect all these and hide Voldemort's rise.

"I think."

(End of this chapter)