“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 come 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 information—”
“But Travers and Mulciber we have,” said Mr. Crouch. “Very well, Karkaroff, if that is all, you will be returned to Azkaban while we decide—”
“Not yet!” cried Karkaroff, looking quite desperate. “Wait, I have more!”