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Chapter 682

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Not long after Elwyn and Harry came in, they heard footsteps.

The door at the corner of the dungeon opened, and three people walked in.

To be more precise, at least one of them was a human, held hostage by two Soul Eaters.

The bone-chilling cold that the Soul Eaters brought was so real that people could not help but forget that it was just a memory.

Unpleasant thoughts echoed in Elwyn's mind. He saw that Harry's face was also pale, and he looked at the Soul Eaters in horror.

In fact, under the influence of the Soul Eaters, the people around them seemed a little timid.

The two Soul Eaters, two tall monsters with their faces covered by hoods, slowly walked towards the armchair in the middle of the room. Their rotten, corpse-like hands grabbed the arm of the man in the middle. The man looked like he was about to faint!

They locked him in the chair with chains, walked slowly out of the room, and closed the door.

The chain on the armchair suddenly glowed gold, and then wrapped around the man's arm like a snake, binding him there.

The man looked up in panic, and Elwyn recognized him as Kakarov.

Unlike the silver-haired Dumbledore, Kakarov looked much younger, and his hair and beard were still black.

He was not wearing a smooth fur coat, but a thin, torn robe, and he was shivering.

"Is this the scene of Kakarov's trial?!" Elwyn stared at the young Kakarov in the chair with great interest.

He was more interested in how many Death Eaters he had betrayed to gain his freedom.

"Igor Kakarov!" Mr. Crouch, who was sitting in the middle of the room, stood up.

His hair was also black, and his face was much less wrinkled than it was now. He looked very energetic.

This should have been Crouch's most glorious era. Lord Voldemort's defeat and escape, and his tough attitude towards the Dark Wizards had helped him win people's hearts in the war that had just ended. Everything was going in the right direction, and the position of Minister of the Ministry of Magic was waving at him.

Who would have thought that just a few months later, everything would change?

"Kakarov, you were brought out of Azkaban to testify to the Ministry of Magic." Crouch said seriously and waved his hand. "Tell us that you have important information to report to us."

Karkalov straightened himself as much as he could. He was tied tightly to the chair.

"Yes, sir!" Although his voice was full of fear, the familiar greasy tone could still be heard. "I'm willing to serve the Ministry of Magic. I know that the Ministry of Magic is searching for the remnants of the Black Demon. I'm willing to do my best to help you …"

Dumbledore did not respond to this statement. He remained expressionless.

Mad-Eye Moody, who was sitting next to him, narrowed his eyes in disgust.

Of course, his appearance was also different from now.

At this time, he didn't have the Devil Eye yet. He only had a pair of ordinary eyes, and there weren't many scars on his face.

"Humph, Crouch wants to let him go!" Moody said to Dumbledore in a low voice. "He made a deal with him. It took me six months to catch him. But now, as long as he can provide the names of many others, Crouch will let him go. I say, let's listen to his information first, and then throw him back to the Dementors. "

Dumbledore snorted disapprovingly from his long hooked nose.

"Ah, I forgot. You don't like Dementors, do you, Albus?" Moody asked with a sarcastic smile.

"Yes!" Dumbledore said calmly. "I don't like it. I've always thought that the Ministry of Magic is wrong to work with these monsters. We'll suffer sooner or later. Let those monsters watch over the Black Wizards. Besides, it's very inhumane, even … "

"They deserve it the most, scum like this," Moody said with disgust. "It's said that this guy's family is very powerful in Northern Europe. It seems that he's in cahoots with the local vampires. Black Wizards and pure dark creatures!"

"About those vampires, have they done anything recently?" Dumbledore asked softly.

"No, after that man disappeared, they've been completely quiet recently. When I was capturing Kakarov, I didn't encounter any hindrance! This is very strange. I don't know if you have any sources in that area, but according to my observation … "Moody suddenly lowered his voice and whispered something in Dumbledore's ear.

Elwyn moved closer to hear what he was saying.

But Moody finished quickly. Dumbledore's expression didn't change, and he just nodded.

The trial continued, and Crouch began to ask questions.

"Kakarov, you said you know some names!" he said sharply. "Please tell us."

"All right, but you must know," Kakarov said hurriedly. "That mysterious man has always been very secretive. He wants us, I mean his henchmen, and I deeply regret ever being associated with them."

"Cut the crap," Moody said sarcastically, raising his voice.

"We never know the names of all our accomplices. He's the only one who knows who we are."

"That's a wise move, isn't it, to prevent people like you from betraying them all," muttered Moody.

"You said you knew some names?" said Mr. Crouch in a cold voice.

"I, yes!" Kakarov said breathlessly. "Mind you, they're very important followers. I saw them do his bidding with my own eyes, and I give you this information to prove that I'm through with him and repent. "

"Name them!" Mr. Crouch said sharply.

Kakarov took a deep breath and made up his mind.

"There's Antonin Dolohov. I saw him torture numberless Muggle, and all those who didn't support the Dark Lord. "

"You've helped him too!" muttered Moody.

"We've arrested Dolohov!" said Crouch. "Not long after you were arrested."

"Have you?" Kakarov stared. "I — I'm glad!"

But he did not look glad. The news was a heavy blow to him.

For one of the names he had was useless, and he had less leverage.

"Anything else?" asked Crouch coldly.

"Oh, there's — there's Rosier!" said Kakarov hurriedly. "Evan Rosier."

"Rosier is dead," said Crouch. "He was caught not long after you. He didn't want to be caught without a fight, and was killed in the struggle."

"And a little of mine," whispered Moody.

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