4.harry potter and the goblet of fire-第89部分

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alls　of　Hogwarts。　Lowering　his　face　so　that　his　nose　was　a　mere　inch　away　from　the　glassy　substance；　Harry　saw　that　rows　and　rows　of　witches　and　wizards　were　seated　around　every　wall　on　what　seemed　to　be　benches　rising　in　levels。　An　empty　chair　stood　in　the　very　center　of　the　room。　There　was　something　about　the　chair　that　gave　Harry　an　ominous　feeling。　Chains　encircled　the　arms　of　it；　as　though　its　occupants　were　usually　tied　to　it。
　　Where　was　this　place？　It　surely　wasn't　Hogwarts；　he　had　never　seen　a　room　like　that　here　in　the　castle。　Moreover；　the　crowd　in　the　mysterious　room　at　the　bottom　of　the　basin　was　prised　of　adults；　and　Harry　knew　there　were　not　nearly　that　many　teachers　at　Hogwarts。
　　They　seemed；　he　thought；　to　be　waiting　for　something；　even　though　he　could　only　see　the　tops　of　their　hats；　all　of　their　faces　seemed　to　be　pointing　in　one　direction；　and　none　of　them　were　talking　to　one　another。
　　The　basin　being　circular；　and　the　room　he　was　observing　square；　Harry　could　not　make　out　what　was　going　on　in　the　corners　of　it。　He　leaned　even　closer；　tilting　his　head；　trying　to　see。。。
　　The　tip　of　his　nose　touched　the　strange　substance　into　which　he　was　staring。
　　Dumbledore's　office　gave　an　almighty　lurch　…　Harry　was　thrown　forward　and　pitched　headfirst　into　the　substance　inside　the　basin　…But　his　head　did　not　hit　the　stone　bottom。　He　was　falling　through　something　icy…cold　and　black；　it　was　like　being　sucked　into　a　dark　whirlpool　…And　suddenly；　Harry　found　himself　sitting　on　a　bench　at　the　end　of　the　room　inside　the　basin；　a　bench　raised　high　above　the　others。　He　looked　up　at　the　high　stone　ceiling；　expecting　to　see　the　circular　window　through　which　he　had　just　been　staring；　but　there　was　nothing　there　but　dark；　solid　stone。
　　Breathing　hard　and　fast。　Harry　looked　around　him。　Not　one　of　the　witches　and　wizards　in　the　room　（and　there　were　at　least　two　hundred　of　them）　was　looking　at　him。　Not　one　of　them　seemed　to　have　noticed　that　a　fourteen…year…old　boy　had　just　dropped　from　the　ceiling　into　their　midst。　Harry　turned　to　the　wizard　next　to　him　on　the　bench　and　uttered　a　loud　cry　of　surprise　that　reverberated　around　the　silent　room。
　　He　was　sitting　right　next　to　Albus　Dumbledore。
　　〃Professor！〃　Harry　said　in　a　kind　of　strangled　whisper。　〃I'm　sorry　…　I　didn't　mean　to　…I　was　just　looking　at　that　basin　in　your　cabinet　…　I　…　where　are　we？〃
　　But　Dumbledore　didn't　move　or　speak。　He　ignored　Harry　pletely。　Like　every　other
　　wizard　on　the　benches；　he　was　staring　into　the　far　corner　of　the　room；　where　there　was　a　door。
　　Harry　gazed；　nonplussed；　at　Dumbledore；　then　around　at　the　silently　watchful　crowd；　then　back　at　Dumbledore。　And　then　it　dawned　on　him。　。　。　。
　　Once　before。　Harry　had　found　himself　somewhere　that　nobody　could　see　or　hear　him。　That　time；　he　had　fallen　through　a　page　in　an　enchanted　diary；　right　into　somebody　else's　memory　。　。　。　and　unless　he　was　very　much　mistaken；　something　of　the　sort　had　happened　again。。。
　　Harry　raised　his　right　hand；　hesitated；　and　then　waved　it　energetically　in　from　of　Dumbledore's　face。　Dumbledore　did　not　blink；　look　around　at　Harry；　or　indeed　move　at　all。　And　that；　in　Harry's　opinion；　settled　the　matter。　Dumbledore　wouldn't　ignore　him　like　that。　He　was　inside　a　memory；　and　this　was　not　the　present…day　Dumbledore。　Yet　it　couldn't　be　that　long　ago　。　。　。　the　Dumbledore　sitting　next　to　him　now　was　silver…haired；　just　like　the　present…day　Dumbledore。　But　what　was　this　place？　What　were　all　these　wizards　waiting　for？
　　Harry　looked　around　more　carefully。　The　room；　as　he　had　suspected　when　observing　it　from　above；　was　almost　certainly　underground　…　more　of　a　dungeon　than　a　room；　he　thought。
　　There　was　a　bleak　and　forbidding　air　about　the　place；　there　were　no　pictures　on　the　walls；　no　decorations　at　all；　just　these　serried　rows　of　benches；　rising　in　levels　all　around　the　room；　all　positioned　so　that　they　had　a　clear　view　of　that　chair　with　the　chains　on　its　arms。
　　Before　Harry　could　reach　any　conclusions　about　the　place　in　which　they　were；　he　heard　footsteps。　The　door　in　the　corner　of　the　dungeon　opened　and　three　people　entered　…　or　at　least　one　man；　flanked　by　two　dementors。
　　Harry's　insides　went　cold。　The　dementors　…　tall；　hooded　creatures　whose　faces　were　concealed　…　were　gliding　slowly　toward　the　chair　in　the　center　of　the　room；　each　grasping　one　of　the　man's　arms　with　their　dead　and　rotten…looking　hands。　The　man　between　them　looked　as　though　he　was　about　to　faint；　and　Harry　couldn't　blame　him　。。。　he　knew　the　dementors　could　not　touch　him　inside　a　memory；　but　he　remembered　their　power　only　too　well。　The　watching　crowd　recoiled　slightly　as　the　dementors　placed　the　man　in　the　chained　chair　and　glided　back　out　of　the　room。　The　door　swung　shut　behind　them。
　　Harry　looked　down　at　the　man　now　sitting　in　the　chair　and　saw　that　it　was　Karkaroff。
　　Unlike　Dumbledore；　Karkaroff　looked　much　younger；　his　hair　and　goatee　were　black。　He　was　not　dressed　in　sleek　furs；　but　in　thin　and　ragged　robes。　He　was　shaking。　Even　as　Harry　watched；　the　chains　on　the　arms　of　the　chair　glowed　suddenly　gold　and　snaked　their　way　up　Karkaroff's　arms；　binding　him　there。
　　〃Igor　Karkaroff；〃　said　a　curt　voice　to　Harry's　left。　Harry　looked　around　and　saw　Mr。
　　Crouch　standing　up　in　the　middle　of　the　bench　beside　him。　Crouch's　hair　was　dark；　his　face　was　much　less　lined；　he　looked　fit　and　alert。　〃You　have　been　brought　from　Azkaban　to　present　evidence　to　the　Ministry　of　Magic。　You　have　given　us　to　understand　that　you　have　important　information　for　us。〃
　　Karkaroff　straightened　himself　as　best　he　could；　tightly　bound　to　the　chair。
　　〃I　have；　sir；〃　he　said；　and　although　his　voice　was　very　scared；　Harry　could　still　hear　the　familiar　unctuous　note　in　it。　〃I　wish　to　be　of　use　to　the　Ministry。　I　wish　to　help。
　　I　…　I　know　that　the　Ministry　is　trying　to　…　to　round　up　the　last　of　the　Dark　Lords　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　Dumbledores　other　side；　a　familiar；　growling　voice　saying；　〃Filth。〃
　　Harry　leaned　forward　so　that　he　could　see　past　Dumbledore。　Mad…Eye　Moody　was　sitting　there　…　except　that　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；　from　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　e　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　e　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　of　any　use　to　the　Ministry。　Karkaroff's　eyes　darted　toward　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　specialized　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　was　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　informatio