Harry Potter 04 - Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire

Lord’s supporters. I am eager to assist in any way I can …’
    There was a murmur around the benches. Some of the wizards and witches were surveying Karkaroff with interest, others with pronounced mistrust. Then Harry heard, quite distinctly, from Dumbledore’s other side, a familiar, growling voice saying, ‘Filth.’
    Harry leant forwards so that he could see past Dumbledore. Mad-Eye Moody was sitting there – though there was a very noticeable difference in his appearance. He did not have his magical eye, but two normal ones. Both were looking down upon Karkaroff, and both were narrowed in intense dislike.
    ‘Crouch is going to let him out,’ Moody breathed quietly to Dumbledore. ‘He’s done a deal with him. Took me six months to track him down, and Crouch is going to let him go if he’s got enough new names. Let’s hear his information, I say, and throw him straight back to the Dementors.’
    Dumbledore made a small noise of dissent through his long, crooked nose.
    ‘Ah, I was forgetting … you don’t like the Dementors, do you, Albus?’ said Moody, with a sardonic smile.
    ‘No,’ said Dumbledore calmly, ‘I’m afraid I don’t. I have long felt the Ministry is wrong to ally itself with such creatures.’
    ‘But for filth like this …’ Moody said softly.
    ‘You say you have names for us, Karkaroff,’ said Mr Crouch. ‘Let us hear them, please.’
    ‘You must understand,’ said Karkaroff hurriedly, ‘that He Who Must Not Be Named operated always in the greatest secrecy … he preferred that we – I mean to say, his supporters – and I regret now, very deeply, that I ever counted myself among them –’
    ‘Get on with it,’ sneered Moody.
    ‘– we never knew the names of every one of our fellows – he alone knew exactly who we all were –’
    ‘Which was a wise move, wasn’t it, as it prevented someone like you, Karkaroff, turning all of them in,’ muttered Moody.
    ‘Yet you say you have some names for us?’ said Mr Crouch.
    ‘I – I do,’ said Karkaroff breathlessly. ‘And these were important supporters, mark you. People I saw with my own eyes doing his bidding. I give this information as a sign that I fully and totally renounce him, and am filled with a remorse so deep I can barely –’
    ‘These names are?’ said Mr Crouch sharply.
    Karkaroff drew a deep breath.
    ‘There was Antonin Dolohov,’ he said. ‘I – I saw him torture countless Muggles and – and non-supporters of the Dark Lord.’
    ‘And helped him do it,’ murmured Moody.
    ‘We have already apprehended Dolohov,’ said Crouch. ‘He was caught shortly after yourself.’
    ‘Indeed?’ said Karkaroff, his eyes widening. ‘I – I am delighted to hear it!’
    But he didn’t look it. Harry could tell that this news had come as a real blow to him. One of his names was worthless.
    ‘Any others?’ said Crouch coldly.
    ‘Why, yes … there was Rosier,’ said Karkaroff hurriedly. ‘Evan Rosier.’
    ‘Rosier is dead,’ said Crouch. ‘He was caught shortly after you were, too. He preferred to fight rather than coming quietly, and was killed in the struggle.’
    ‘Took a bit of me with him, though,’ whispered Moody to Harry’s right. Harry looked around at him once more, and saw him indicating the large chunk out of his nose to Dumbledore.
    ‘No – no more than Rosier deserved!’ said Karkaroff, a real note of panic in his voice now. Harry could see that he was starting to worry that none of his information would be any use to the Ministry. Karkaroff’s eyes darted towards the door in the corner, behind which the Dementors undoubtedly still stood, waiting.
    ‘Any more?’ said Crouch.
    ‘Yes!’ said Karkaroff. ‘There was Travers – he helped murder the McKinnons! Mulciber – he specialised in the Imperius Curse, forced countless people to do horrific things! Rookwood, who was a spy, and passed He Who Must Not Be Named useful information from inside the Ministry itself!’
    Harry could tell that, this time, Karkaroff had struck gold. The watching crowd were all murmuring together.
    ‘Rookwood?’ said Mr Crouch, nodding to a witch sitting in front of him, who began scribbling upon her piece of parchment. ‘Augustus Rookwood of the Department of Mysteries?’
    ‘The very same,’ said Karkaroff eagerly. ‘I believe he used a network of well-placed wizards, both inside the Ministry and out, to collect information –’
    ‘But Travers and Mulciber, we have,’ said Mr