Chapter 1039

"Brother!"

When Darren stepped on the ground, he hurriedly called out.

He saw Harry.

Harry also turned back to look at Darren.

"Darren, I'm here!"

Harry hurriedly grabbed Darren.

Darren then said as if he had breathed a sigh of relief: "You scared me, brother, I thought I was going to lose you!"

Harry laughed with a guilty conscience.

When he saw the Pensieve just now, he also thought of Darren's previous memory.

He thought it was still Darren's memory here.

So he leaned over to take a look.

Who knew that just by looking at the outside, he fell in again.

Fortunately, this was not Darren's memory this time.

This was the courtroom!

Harry thought without a doubt.

This was the courtroom Darren had once been in.

However, the wizards sitting on it were not the wizards who judged Darren before.

And the atmosphere was much more serious than when judging Darren.

At least two or three hundred wizards were sitting inside.

Even Dumbledore was sitting inside.

Neither Harry nor Darren were noticed by anyone.

Harry was worried Harry didn't know.

So he hurriedly explained: "This is a memory, no one here can see us!"

Darren nodded obediently.

He said in a low voice: "Then let's go back?"

Harry shook his head.

He pulled Darren to sit on the chair in the courtroom. Because he saw someone being pressed in at this time.

It was Karkaroff.

Karkaroff was placed on the judgment chair in the middle.

There were messy chains on the chair.

As soon as he sat down.

Those chains bound him tightly.

"Karkaroff, you were brought out of Azkaban, it is said that you have important things to tell us, now, speak!"

It was Mr. Crouch.

It was also Mr. Crouch who had not yet gone crazy.

At this time, his hair was still completely black.

Harry and Darren heard the young version of Moody say to the slightly younger Dumbledore: "Crouch wants to let Karkaroff go, as long as he provides more names of those people... If you ask me, we should be shameless, ask him for the names of those people, and then lock them in!"

Moody's words made Harry deeply agree. But others obviously didn't think so.

They cast unhappy expressions at Moody.

Of course, Moody didn't care, he glared back fiercely.

Instead, he scared those people.

Harry almost laughed out loud.

He turned back to look at Karkaroff.

Karkaroff had already begun to confess those names.

"I once saw Anthony..."

"Sorry, he has already been caught by us!"

"What?"

Karkaroff was shocked and angry.

Obviously, he was furious.

The names he spat out were useless.

He could only spit out another name again.

"Rosier... Evan Rosier!"

"Sorry, he is already dead, during our arrest, he didn't want to be caught by us, so during the struggle, he died!"

Karkaroff was already visibly panicked.

"If you don't confess some important figures again, then you will return to your Azkaban!"

Moody roared.

Karkaroff was startled.

He hurriedly swallowed his saliva and said: "I know, I know... Ludo Bagman, his family... and, Snape, Severus Snape!"

Harry was stunned.

He saw Darren open his eyes wide in disbelief.

Fortunately, the young version of Dumbledore beside them stood up and said: "Snape acted as a double agent, he has been passing information to us, this is valuable, I can guarantee for him!"

Harry found that Darren then breathed a sigh of relief.

Only the memory changed here.

The scene changed.

This time it was another trial. The one being judged was Ludo Bagman.

He was accused of being a Death Eater.

But no one in the courtroom thought he was a Death Eater.

So he was acquitted.

Another trial was for four wizards.

Among them was a blond boy.

He kept shouting at Mr. Crouch: "I didn't, I didn't, Dad, I didn't participate with them, I didn't..."

But Crouch didn't listen to his defense at all. Harry thought of the scene Black had mentioned.

He said that the blond boy died a year later.

At this time, Mr. Crouch was still shouting angrily: "You performed inhumane Cruciatus torture on Frank Longbottom. He wouldn't say, so you tortured his wife, right beside their one-year-old child!"

Darren felt that at this time, Dumbledore entered the Pensieve.

He immediately showed a shocked and worried expression.

He raised his hand, seemingly wanting to interrupt Mr. Crouch's sentencing.

"You have to judge him, right?"

He said softly.

But Mr. Crouch had already had people grab the begging Barty Crouch Jr.

Barty Crouch Jr. was crying loudly.

He shouted weakly: "I didn't, I really didn't... I didn't participate with them, I am your son!"

He shouted as if he had collapsed.

But Mr. Crouch roared in a roaring voice: "You are not my son! Take him down, and stay with those Dementors!"

Darren's eyes showed a more depressed expression.

"Oh, Darren, are you pitying him?"

It was Dumbledore.

He was already standing beside Darren and Harry.