Just a Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor

Karkaroff stood as straight as he could, strapped tightly to the chair.

"Yes, sir." Although his voice was full of fear, Sherlock could still hear the familiar glib tone, "I am willing to serve the Ministry of Magic, I am willing to help... I know the Ministry of Magic We are... searching for the remnants of the Dark Lord, and I am willing to do my best to assist you..."

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

"I remember that this was a trial that was coming to an end. All the important figures had been convicted and sentenced to prison, and the rest were all small characters and unknown 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 on the iron chair who was trying to fight for his own chance of freedom, and said.

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

While they were talking, the people around them who existed in the memory images were not impressed.

Sherlock and Moody saw him whispering something to Dumbledore more than ten years ago.

"Karkaroff, you said you knew some people's names," Crouch said. "Please tell us."

"You have to know," Karkaroff's eyes were looking around the high platform, as if hoping to find someone who could speak for him.

But to his disappointment, there were more than two hundred wizards on the high platform, each of them looking at him coldly, and he could only swallow his saliva and say.

"That mysterious man has always acted in a very secretive way... He wanted us, I mean his followers - I deeply regret that I ever associated with them -"

"Stop talking nonsense," young Moody said mockingly.

"—we never knew the names of all our accomplices—only he knew who we were—"

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

"I...yes." Karkaroff said breathlessly, "They are all very important followers. I saw with my own eyes that they acted according to his orders...I provide these Information to prove that I have completely broken off with him and repented beyond measure—"

"Where's the name?" Crouch snapped.

Karkaroff took a deep breath.

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

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

"Really?" Karkaroff's eyes widened, "I-I'm very happy!"

But he didn't look happy, and Sherlock could see that the news was a heavy blow to him. The name in his hand was no longer useful.

He then reported the names of several more wizards. It was obvious that he cherished the "powers" he had now to ensure that he could get out of Azkaban.

But these people had also been arrested by the Ministry of Magic, and his whistleblowing had no effect at all.

Karkaroff was really anxious now. He was afraid that he would be brought back to that dilapidated island full of dementors.

"Travers! He helped murder the MacKinnons! And Mulciber! He specializes in the Imperius Curse and forces many people to do terrible things! Rookwood, he is a spy, from inside the Ministry of Magic Provide useful information to the mysterious person!"

He obviously said something valuable, which caused a commotion throughout the stands.

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

"If this is all, it does not completely absolve you of your crime, 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 illusion.

"Snape has been pardoned, and Dumbledore personally vouched for him."

In Karkaroff's despair, he was pulled out by the dementors again.

His report seemed fruitless. Looking at Karkaroff being taken out, Moody, standing next to Sherlock, sneered.

"He is very lucky. According to the negotiations of the Ministry of Magic, he was not prepared to commute his sentence. After all, except for the undercover Rookwood in the Ministry of Magic, the other names he mentioned were already discovered by the Aurors themselves. "

"However, later Barty considered giving him enough rewards so that he could set an example for the Death Eaters who were caught later and let them report their accomplices together, so he reduced his sentence to half a year."

As he was speaking, the surrounding scene changed. They were still in this courtroom, but the wizards around them had obviously changed, and the atmosphere was much more relaxed than the previous one in Karkaroff.

It doesn't look like a serious court trial is taking place here, but more like a star chasing scene.

Dumbledore pulled out his wand, seemingly because the next few trials would not be of much help to them, so he wanted to press the fast forward button.

It was only after Sherlock accidentally glanced at the interrogator who was arranged to sit on the iron chair that he suddenly stopped Dumbledore's movements.

"Wait a minute." He looked at the famous Quidditch player who was much younger than he would have been a dozen years later without blinking. "Why does he also have to go to trial? Is it because he helped Voldemort?"

Seeing that Sherlock was becoming interested in the following trial, Dumbledore also stopped planning to fast forward.

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

"You will know after listening to it. "

"Ludo Bagman, you are brought before the Magical Law Council to answer charges of your Death Eater activities."

said Crouch, who looked much more exhausted than Karkaroff's trial.

"We have listened to your testimony and are now going to make a verdict. Do you have anything else to say before the verdict is pronounced?"

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

One or two wizards on the surrounding seats smiled tolerantly, but Crouch remained unmoved. He looked at Ludo Bagman condescendingly, with a look of seriousness and disgust on his face.

"Ludo Bagman, you were captured while passing information to Voldemort's henchmen." Crouch said. "For this reason, I recommend 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 prevent Crouch from pronouncing the sentence.