Chapter 192 Memory
Chapter 192 Memory
Hearing Dumbledore's words, Eli was not surprised at all. The Ministry of Magic has never done any intelligent personnel, but Eli was curious about what happened to Dumbledore just now.
"Did you meet the Ministry of Magic just now?" Eli asked.
Dumbledore looked at Eli, and then leaned on the back of the chair with some helplessness. All the headmasters on the wall behind him looked this way.
"Fudge specifically asked me not to tell the world about the squid incident. When the time comes to confront Voldemort, the Ministry of Magic led by him may not take strong measures in time."
Dumbledore seldom organized the Ministry of Magic in front of Eli. This time, perhaps he was extremely disappointed with the Ministry of Magic and Fudge.
A magical creature comparable to a fire dragon suddenly appeared on the competition field, and even attacked the contestants, but Fudge came all the way, caring not about the lives of the students, but whether the news had leaked out.
The Ministry of Magic, which regards human life as nothing, has no way to stand on the opposite side of Voldemort when he comes and resist him well.
"It's been expected, they even wanted to convict me at the beginning, maybe when Voldemort comes, we all have to become wanted criminals." Eli saw clearly the virtues of the Ministry of Magic.
I knew from watching movies in my previous life that the Ministry of Magic led by Fudge, even if the Death Eaters attacked the Quidditch World Cup, and Harry Potter, one of the Triwizard Warriors, was even beaten up by Voldemort, they were unwilling to believe that Voldemort was real. 's back.
Dumbledore was amused by Eli's words, and then he waved to one side, the locker over there was suddenly separated, and then a dresser-like object floated out, with a basin in the middle.
It's just that the water basin didn't have the slightest ripple, and there was some liquid in it. The silver light flowed, and the water surface seemed to be covered with a film.
Eli quickly recognized this object as Dumbledore's personal VR device, the Pensieve.
Dumbledore took out a vial, which seemed to contain some fluorescent liquid.
When the Pensieve floated onto the table between them, Dumbledore poured out the contents of the bottle.
As soon as the liquid entered the Pensieve, it seemed to become ink.
"Put your face in there," said Dumbledore.
This thing won't drown me, Eli glanced at the Pensieve, and buried his face in it.
The familiar feeling of entering the water did not come from the imagination, and my consciousness was suddenly stretched, and some scenes appeared in front of me, and I was looking down on everything from the perspective of God.
Soon there were very noisy human voices, the sound of paper being turned and kneaded, the sound of a pen tapping on the table, the sound of tables and chairs colliding, all kinds of sounds were heard endlessly.
There was a bright yellow light in front of him. The layout of the room was circular, and there were many people dressed in black sitting around, and paper materials were piled everywhere.
In the center of the room, an iron cage with a height of one and a half people is very eye-catching. There are countless sharp steel needles inserted in it, all of which point to the inside of the cage.
Inside was a man in ragged clothes, with messy chicken coop-like hair sticking to his face, and a beard that made his face hard to see.
"Igor Karkaroff, we took you out of Azkaban at your request. If you can provide valid information, then this committee will most likely order you to be released directly."
An exceptionally loud and majestic voice made all other voices in the venue quieter.
Eli saw that it was Barty Crouch, wearing a solemn black robe and sitting on a high seat.
Eli looked at the cage, and his vision immediately turned to the front, and he couldn't help but marvel at the wonder of magic.
The unkempt guy, Eli was trying so hard to finally see some Karkaroff skins.
I haven't seen you for a while, why are you so drawn?
Eli realized that this was Dumbledore's memory of Karkaroff's trial.
"At present, you are still being detained by us as a Death Eater. I hope you will cherish this opportunity. What information do you want to provide?"
"Name! Name", Karkaroff shouted impatiently, pulling the cage with both hands, and the steel needles were pressed against his face.
"Rozier, Evan Rozier", he said the name without the slightest hesitation, and his fellow Death Eaters were just a bargaining chip for him to get rid of the crime.
Next to Barty Crouch sat a slightly obese wizard. He kept rummaging through the stack of papers in front of him, and then hurriedly handed them to Barty Crouch.
Crouch glanced above, "Evan Rozier is dead"
"Dead?" A trace of disappointment flashed across Karkaroff's haggard face, which was certainly not pity for Rozier's life.
"Only these? If this is the case, then we can only..." Barty Crouch's words did not carry a trace of warmth.
"No, no, no..." Karkaroff quickly waved his hands, "Also, and... Rookwood, he's a spy!"
Karkaroff threw out another name in a hurry, and he leaned on the cage like a cartilaginous animal.
"August Rookwood? The one from the Department of Mysteries?" Barty Crouch finally had some interest on his face when he heard the name.
The wizard next to him rummaged through the information again.
"Yeah that's right... he passed information about the Ministry of Magic to You-Know-Who"
"Okay, the committee will weigh it," Barty Crouch's face returned to normal again.
"If you can only provide these, then Azkaban must be taken into custody..." Barty Crouch made a gesture of packing up his things and preparing to leave work.
"No, don't!" Karkaroff turned pale with fright, "Snape, and Severus Snape!"
An impatience flashed across Crouch's face, and he was very dissatisfied with the news, because he had already discussed Snape's matter before.
A familiar figure stood up, and Eli saw that it was Dumbledore.
"I think the committee must be clear about this, and I've verified it before. Snape was indeed a Death Eater before, but he became our informant before Voldemort's downfall, and he took a lot of risks and provided a lot of information. Valid information..."
Karkaroff was already being pushed away, he yelled, "No, this is fake! He is still loyal to You-Know-Who!"
"He's no longer a Death Eater," Dumbledore sat down and continued watching Karkaroff's performance.
"Quiet!" Barty Crouch knocked hard on the table, and the venue became quiet, and Karkaroff's voice became much quieter.
"If that's all you can offer, then this court will be adjourned"
"No, no, no... and, and..." Karkaroff seemed to suddenly think of something, his voice became low, and his eyes became playful.
"I also know a man who took part in the roundup and tortured Auror Frank Longbottom and his wife with the Cruciatus Curse!"
Karkaroff, like a fanatical speaker, became excited.
At this moment, Eli noticed a well-dressed young man standing up from the side, as if he wanted to leave.
"Name, say the name!"
"Barty Crouch!"
When the name was uttered, it was as if a nuclear bomb had been dropped, and everyone's eyes widened in horror. Their mouths had probably never been opened so wide in their entire lives.
"Second..." Karkaroff smiled maliciously.
Everyone instantly looked at the young man who stood up. He was Barty Crouch Jr., and he suddenly spread his legs and wanted to run.
Moody on the side suddenly swung his wand, and he was knocked to the ground, and the crowd rushed forward.
He struggled hard, his grim face was in stark contrast to the well-dressed attire, and he roared like a beast, "Wow... woof... woof..."
Excuse the loud noise, that's exactly what Eli heard...
"Hello, dad," he was escorted to Crouch, grinning grinningly, spitting out his tongue from time to time like a snake spit out a letter.
"You are not my son," Barty Crouch said blankly, as if he had aged decades.
People were about to take Barty Crouch Jr. away, and he uttered a terrible roar, "Gah!..."
That's exactly what Eli heard... (see the movie for details)
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