HP wants to be boss at Hogwarts

"Oh, why is that, Minnow?" Harry asked, touching his head.

"I don't know, I just think a few shots will be enough." Mino replied.

The two men stood in Dumbledore's office and looked around.Minnow ran to say hello to Fox.

"Hey honey, can you pluck me one of your tails?"

Judging from the way Fox curled up his tail, he probably didn't want to.

"What's that?" Harry asked, pointing to a glowing spot behind him.

"Let's go take a look?" Mino glanced at Fox and pulled Harry over.

It was a black cabinet with a door that wasn't closed properly, and a bright silver light came from inside.

"Open it and take a look?" Minnow nudged Harry gently with his elbow.

"This..." Harry looked back at Fox.

"I don't think Fox can speak." Mino said seriously.

Harry reached over and opened the cupboard.

There is a shallow stone basin in the cabinet with strange carvings on the mouth: Mino recognizes some of the symbols, which are ancient runes.The silver light was emitted by the things in the basin. Mino had never seen anything like this.She couldn't figure out whether it was a liquid or a gas.

"It's amazing," Minnow said.

It is like a piece of bright silver, but it is constantly flowing, like water ripples in the breeze, and like clouds, it spreads out and rotates softly.It was like light that turned into liquid - or like wind that became solid - Mino thought that the snot might look a little like it if it melted a little further.

"Like snot," Harry said.

"I think so too." Mino nodded.

The two of them stared at the basin for a while.

"Shall we touch it?" Mino suggested.

"It would be foolish to reach into a basin full of unknown objects," Harry said, and pulled out his wand. "So use a wand."

Mino held Harry's hand and watched as Harry poked the contents of the basin with a magic spell.The surface of the silver object spun faster.

"What's inside?" Mino said, sticking his head into the cabinet to look.

"Be careful!" Harry also stuck his head in.

The two people looked inside hard, expecting to see the bottom of the stone basin - but under the surface of the mysterious substance was a large room, and they seemed to be looking into the room through a circular skylight.

The room was dimly lit, probably underground, as there were no windows around it, just torches stuck into wall brackets like those in Hogwarts.Harry moved his face closer so that his nose was only an inch from the glassy substance.Not to be outdone, Mino squeezed Harry's face closer.They saw rows of wizards sitting on stepped benches around them, and an empty chair in the center of the room.

"There are chains wrapped around the armrests of the chair!" Mino shouted, "It seems to be used to tie people up."

"What is this place?" Harry asked, getting closer to the silver object and bringing Mino closer to it. The two of them touched the silver substance at the same time.

Before Mino could finish the word that started with f, he and Harry fell headfirst into the pot.

But their heads didn't hit their pelvic floor.They fell into a cold and dark material, as if being sucked into a black vortex——

Suddenly, Harry and Minnow found themselves sitting on a bench at the end of the room at the bottom of the basin, which was higher than the other benches.

"Pensieve!" Mino suddenly remembered, and Harry immediately covered Mino's mouth and glanced around nervously. No wizard was looking at them (there were at least two hundred wizards in the room).

The man next to them was none other than Albus Dumbledore.

"Professor!" Harry whispered almost breathlessly, "I'm sorry - we didn't mean to - we were just looking at the stone basin in your cupboard - Minnow was very interested -"

Minnow punched Harry.

"In Professor Dumbledore's memory," Minnow pulled Harry's hand away and said, "Don't worry, they can't see us."

"Professor Dumbledore's memory?" Harry looked around curiously, "It seems like it hasn't been long since Dumbledore hasn't changed."

Mino was also looking around.This room was almost certainly underground - Minnow thought it was more like a dungeon.There was a bleak and gloomy atmosphere in the room. There were no pictures or any decorations on the walls. There were only dense rows of benches all around, arranged in steps. From all seats, the chained sword could be clearly seen. chair.

"What place do you think this is?" Harry asked.

Before Mino could answer, he heard footsteps.The door at the corner of the dungeon opened, and three people walked in - at least one of them was human, being held hostage by two dementors.

Harry nervously grabbed Minnow's hand, and Minnow squeezed back in comfort.

"It's in memory," Minnow whispered.

"I know," Harry approached Minnow, "It's still very intimidating, isn't it?"

The dementor walked slowly towards the armchair in the center of the room, his rotting, dead hands grasping the arm of the man in the middle.The man looked like he was about to faint.Everyone around seemed a little timid. The dementor put the man on a chair with a chain, walked out of the room slowly, and closed the door.

"That's Karkaroff." Mino said, looking at the person on the chair.

Unlike Dumbledore, Karkaroff looks much younger than he does now, with his hair and beard still dark.Instead of a sleek fur coat, he wore thin, torn robes.He was shaking.While Harry and Mino were watching, the chains on the armrests of the chair suddenly glowed with golden light, and then wrapped around Karkaroff's arms like a snake, tying him there.

"Igor Karkaroff," said a voice to Harry's left abruptly.Minnow turned his head and saw Mr. Crouch standing up in the middle of the bench next to him.Crouch's hair was dark and his face had far fewer wrinkles than it does now.He looked energetic: "You were taken out of Azkaban to testify to the Ministry of Magic. You told us that you had important information to report to us."

Karkaroff stood as straight as possible, strapped tightly to the chair like a pig ready for slaughter.

"Yes, sir," his voice was full of fear, but still had the familiar smooth tone, "I am willing to serve the Ministry of Magic. I am willing to help-I know that the Ministry of Magic is-hunting for the Dark Lord. The rest of the party. I am willing to do my best to assist you..."

There was a murmur in the room.Some wizards looked at Karkaroff with interest, others with obvious distrust.A familiar voice on Dumbledore's other side said gruffly: "Scum."

"It's Professor Moody," Mino narrowed his eyes, "He doesn't have the magic eye yet."

"Crouch is going to let him go," Moody whispered to Dumbledore. "He made a deal with him. It took me six months to catch him, but now as long as he can reveal many more Name the man, and Crouch will let him go. Let's get his intel first, I say, and then throw him back to the Dementors."

Dumbledore made a disapproving sound from his long, crooked nose.

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

"Yes," said Dumbledore calmly, "I don't like it. I've always felt that the Ministry of Magic was wrong to associate with these monsters."

"But scum like this..." Moody said softly.

"Karkaroff, you said you knew some people's names," Crouch said. "Please tell us."

"You have to know," Karkaroff said hastily, "that mysterious man has always been very secretive... He wanted us - I mean his followers - and I deeply regret that I ever associated with them -"

"Stop talking nonsense," Moody said sarcastically.

"I think I need some popcorn," Minnow said to Harry with interest, crossing his legs.

"—We never knew the names of all our accomplices—only he knew who we were—"

"This is a wise move, isn't it, Karkaroff? It can prevent people like you from betraying them all." Moody muttered.

"Didn't you say you knew some of the names?" said Mr. Crouch.

"I - yes," Karkaroff said breathlessly, "please note, they are all very important followers. I saw them with my own eyes doing his bidding. I provide this information to prove that I thoroughly Make a clean break with him and repent beyond measure—"

"Where's the name?" snapped Mr. Crouch.

Karkaroff took a deep breath.

"There was Antonin Dolohov. I - I saw him torture countless Muggles and - and those who did not support the Dark Lord."

"You helped him do it too," Moody muttered.

"We arrested Dolohov," Crouch said, "shortly after arresting you."

Mino frowned. There was a person named Dolohov in Slytherin. Fortunately, Slytherin now has a gambling master per capita. Torturing Muggles is not as interesting as making money.

"Really?" Karkaroff's eyes widened, "I-I'm very happy!

But he didn't look happy. The news was a heavy blow to him. One of the names in his hand was no longer useful.

"Any more?" Crouch asked coldly.

"Ah, there is...and Rozier," Karkaroff said hurriedly, "Evan Rozier."

"Rozier is dead," Crouch said. "He was captured shortly after you. He refused to surrender and was killed in the struggle."

"And took a little of my stuff," Moody whispered from Harry's right.Harry and Minnow turned to look at him again, and he was pointing to the missing piece on his nose to show Dumbledore.

"This - Rozier deserves it!" Karkaroff's tone was really starting to panic.He glanced at the door in the corner, behind which no doubt two Dementors were still waiting.

"Any more?" Crouch asked.

"Yes!" Karkaroff said, "Travers - he helped murder the MacKinnons! And Mulciber - he specializes in the Imperius Curse and forces many people to do some terrible things! Rookwood, he's a spy, providing useful information from within the Ministry of Magic to He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named!"

Harry could tell that Karkaroff had struck gold this time.There were whispers all around.

"Rookwood!" Mr. Crouch nodded to a witch sitting in front of him, and she began to write on the parchment, "August Rookwood of the Department of Mysteries?"

"That's him," Karkaroff said eagerly. "I believe he used a group of wizards placed inside and outside the Ministry of Magic to collect information for him -"

"But Travers and Mulciber are what we already know." Crouch said, "Very well, Karkaroff, if that's all, you will be sent back to Azkaban until we decide - —”

"No!" Karkaroff shouted desperately, "Wait a minute, I still have it!"

"He's sweating," Minnow gloated. "I wish I had Colin's camera."

"Snape!" he shouted. "Severus Snape!"

Mino suddenly became serious.

"Snape has been acquitted by this committee," Crouch said scornfully. "Albus Dumbledore vouched for him."

"No!" Karkaroff shouted, struggling to free himself from the chains that tied him to the chair. "I guarantee you! Severus Snape is a Death Eater!"

"He's talking nonsense!" Mino glared at Karkaroff.

Dumbledore stood up.

"I have already testified on this matter," he said calmly, "Severus Snape was indeed a Death Eater. But he switched to our side before Voldemort's fall, at great risk. Danger spies for us. He's no more a Death Eater than I am now."

"Very well, Karkaroff," Crouch said coldly, "You have assisted our work. I will re-examine your case, and you go back to Azkaban first..."

Crouch's voice faded away.The dungeon is dissipating like smoke, everything is fading away, and only your body can be seen - everything else has become a swirling darkness...