Became good friends with the Boy Who Lived

Chapter 124 1 Memory

The next day, after school, Aries dragged Harry to the DA hut.

"Eris, what are we doing here?" Harry asked in confusion. "If we want to practice magic, why don't we get Hermione, Ron, Draco, and Cedric to come along?"

Aries waved his magic wand and turned a stone into a large stone basin. This large stone basin was a replica of the "Pension Basin" made by Aries. He used magic to make the "Pension Basin" float in front of him. Aries poured a part of the flashing memory he got yesterday into the "Pension Basin".

"I got some memories from Miss Twinkle yesterday," Aeris said, "It's not good for me to spy alone, so I called you here too."

Harry looked at Edwards strangely and said, "It's up to you whether you come or not." Edwards took a deep breath and dived into the "Pensie Basin". Harry hesitated for a while and followed Edwards' example and dived into the "Pensie Basin".

Amid the smoke, an unstable picture was formed. It seemed to be an interrogation room. Winky was sitting in an inconspicuous corner, with Aris and Harry sitting on either side of Winky.

"Eris, what on earth is..." Harry was about to ask something.

"Shh..." Aris motioned Harry to be quiet and explained to him in a low voice, "We are in Miss Winky's memory. Don't talk. When the memory ends, we will naturally go back."

The trial seemed to have begun. The interrogator was Mr. Barty Crouch. There were also some familiar faces on the jury, such as Professor Dumbledore and Professor Moody...

The person being interrogated was the younger Headmaster Karkaroff. He sat in a cage full of spikes. The spikes forced him to sit upright, but the Dementors wandering outside the cage made him feel like fainting.

"Igor Karkaroff," said Mr. Crouch, "you asked to come to me from Azkaban, saying you have important information to report?"

"Yes, sir," Karkaroff's voice was tired, but he still couldn't hide the greasiness and smoothness in his tone. "I know the Ministry of Magic is now searching for the remnants of the Dark Lord. I am willing to provide assistance. I only hope that the Ministry of Magic can reduce my punishment. For example, release me early..."

"If your information is really valuable," said Mr. Crouch impatiently, "the Ministry of Magic will consider... You said you know some people's names? Tell me..."

"I hate what I did before," Karkaroff said, "I only hope to atone for my sins. These names are really precious. The You-Know-Who never really trusted us, so he couldn't let us all know each other..."

"Have you had enough of your nonsense, Karkaroff?" Mr. Crouch became even more impatient. "How about I ask the guards to take you back now?"

"Don't... don't... I beg you..." Karkaroff said hastily, "I just emphasized the preciousness of these names and apologized for what I did before. I have cut off all ties with the dark devil..."

"Name..." Mr. Crouch said loudly.

"Antoni Dolohov," Karkaroff said. "I saw him torture Muggles... and those who opposed the Dark Lord..."

"Are you wasting my time, Karkaroff?" Mr. Crouch said unhappily, "We arrested Dolohov shortly after you were imprisoned... If you can't provide any valuable information, you can go back..."

"Don't..." Karkaroff said quickly, "Rosier... Ivan Rosier..."

"He's dead," said Mr. Crouch. "I think you can go back to Azkaban. It seems you are really wasting our time..."

"And... and..." Karkaroff said hurriedly, "Travers... he killed the McKinnon family; Moore-Sable... he used the Imperius Curse to force others to do many terrible things; Rookwood... he was a spy planted by the You-Know-Who in the Ministry of Magic..."

The jurors began to whisper, and Karkaroff breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that his intelligence was effective.

"Rookwood?" Mr. Crouch asked. "August Rookwood of the Department of Mysteries? Karkaroff, this is a very serious accusation. You know, accusing an official of the Ministry of Magic will make your crime even more serious..."

"I am 100% sure," Karkaroff said quickly, "the mysterious man is using Rookwood to gather some intelligence from the Ministry of Magic..."

"We will investigate," said Mr. Crouch. "If you have no other name to reveal, you will return to Azkaban and await our ruling..."

"No...don't..." Karkaroff tried to stand up from the chair, but the spikes in the cage made him fall back down, "And...and...Severus Snape..."

"I have explained this matter clearly to the Ministry of Magic," Professor Dumbledore stood up and said calmly, "I have also vouched for Severus. Long before Voldemort's downfall, Severus had already realized what he had done. He took great risks and lurked in Voldemort's camp as an undercover agent, disregarding his own safety, and provided us with a lot of valuable intelligence..."

"Lies...Lies..." Karkaroff screamed in despair.

"Quiet..." Mr. Crouch's voice drowned out Karkaroff's voice, "If you can't provide any valuable information or names, you can go back to Azkaban now, and we will review your case..."

"Hahahaha..." Karkaroff suddenly laughed crazily. In the puzzled eyes of the jury, Karkaroff said slowly: "There is another person. Together with Bellatrix Lestrange, he tortured Frank Longbottom and his wife with the Cruciatus Curse, just to get a trace of the Dark Lord..."

"Names..." Mr. Crouch roared, seeming to be very angry. "Mr. and Mrs. Longbottom have been admitted to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries due to permanent magical injuries. Who is it that hurt two such upright and loyal people? Tell me the name, Karkaroff!"

"Barty Crouch!" Karkaroff was still laughing crazily, staring straight at Mr. Crouch. Just as the jury gasped and Mr. Crouch laughed in anger, Karkaroff continued, "The Second..."

At this time, a young man stood up from his seat and wanted to walk out with an unnatural look on his face. Professor Moody stood up and cast a spell to imprison the young man.

The young man struggled frantically and rolled down from a high place (the place he wanted to leave was at a higher place). As luck would have it, he rolled in front of Mr. Crouch. An Auror came over immediately and subdued the struggling young man.

The boy raised his head with a crazy expression, "Hello! My dear father!" the boy said in a hoarse voice.

"I don't have a son like you..." Mr. Crouch said weakly.

"Ah..." Barty Crouch Jr. was roaring at Barty Crouch Sr. like crazy, as if he wanted to bite off a piece of flesh from Barty Crouch Sr.

Winky was crying in her inconspicuous place. Aries patted Harry's shoulder and said, "We should go back, buddy..."

As soon as Aries and Harry came out of the "Pensieve", Aries's imitation "Pensieve" broke into two halves with a "crack".