Kakarov was as straight as he could, and he was tied tightly to the chair.
“Yes, sir.” Although his voice was full of fear, Sherlock could still hear the familiar and smooth tone. “I am willing to serve the Ministry of Magic, and I am willing to help… I know that the Ministry of Magic is… hunting down the remnants of the Black Devil, and I am willing to do my best to help you…”
Dumbledore and Moody, who were watching this memory with Sherlock, looked at Kakarov sitting in the middle, with memories on his face.
“I remember this was a trial that was coming to an end. Those important figures had been confirmed and sentenced to imprisonment. The rest were small characters and uncertain people… Oh, no, I forgot that those people were also arrested on this day and faced trial.”
Moody said in a deep voice.
Dumbledore nodded, staring at Kakarov, who was trying to fight for his own freedom in the iron chair.
“There were many trials this day, but there were only two that deserved attention.”
When they were talking, the people around them who were in the memory scene were not impressed.
Sherlock and Moody, who had been whispering to Dumbledore over a decade ago.
“Karkarov, you said you know some people’s names,” Crouch said, “please tell us.”
“You have to know,” Kakarov’s eyes were looking around the platform, as if hoping to find someone who could speak for him.
But to his disappointment, there were more than 200 wizards on the platform, each of them staring at him coldly, and he could only swallow his saliva.
“That mysterious man has always acted very mysteriously… He wants us, I mean his gangsters-I deeply regret that I had been with them–“
“Stop talking nonsense.” The young Moody said sarcastically.
“—We never knew the names of all our accomplices—only he knew who we had—”
“Didn’t you say you knew the names of some people?” Crouch frowned.
“I…yes.” Kakarov said breathlessly, “they are all very important followers. I saw them do things according to his orders… I provide this information to prove that I was completely broken with him and that I could not repent—”
“Where is the name?” Crouch said snapping.
Kakarov took a deep breath.
“There is Antonin Dolokhov. I, I saw him tortured countless Muggles and, and those who did not support the Black Devil.
“We have arrested DolokHoff,” Crouch said, “just after you arrested. ”
“Is that true? “Kakarov widened his eyes, “I-I’m very happy! “
But he didn’t look happy. Sherlock saw that the news was a heavy blow to him. A name in his hand was useless.
He reported several wizard names behind him. Obviously, he cherished the “reliances” he had now controlled, which could ensure that he could come out of Azkaban.
But these people have also been arrested by the Ministry of Magic, and his rumor did not play any role.
Kakarov was really anxious now. He was afraid that he would be brought back to the dilapidated island full of dementors.