The Dark Lord Will Rise Again Quote Bellatrix

Harry, left alone in Dumbledore'due south office, sees some glimpses of the past in Dumbledore'southward Pensieve; Karkaroff giving evidence earlier a court of wizards, Crouch'due south son being sentenced to Azkaban. Harry tells Dumbledore about his dream, and the headmaster speculates on its pregnant.

Interesting facts and notes

The Pensieve is a brilliant plot device, assuasive JKR to testify rather than tell the reader about various events for which Harry was not a direct witness without sacrificing the use of Harry as the viewpoint character.

Note that JKR has employed an interesting means of providing exposition to the reader: Karkaroff, spilling his guts to the Ministry building of Magic in his desperation to avoid a life judgement in Azkaban. If Dementors don't provide a plausible motivation for a graphic symbol to tell everything he knows, it'southward hard to say what does.

This chapter, thanks to Karkaroff's testimony, is one of the principal sources of information near the Death Eaters and their crimes during the first war confronting Voldemort. Others include GF27 and OP9.

He had been inside Dumbledore'southward office once before...

...it was a very beautiful, circular room, lined with pictures of previous headmasters and headmistresses of Hogwarts, all of whom were fast asleep, their chests ascension and falling gently.

"Harry!" said Fudge jovially, moving forward. "How are you?"

...looking at Dumbledore, who gave him a swift, searching wait.

Fawkes, Professor Dumbledore's phoenix, was continuing on his gilt perch beside the door. The size of a swan, with magnificent reddish-and-gold plumage, he swished his long tail and blinked benignly at Harry. Harry sat down in a chair in front of Dumbledore's desk. For several minutes, he sat and watched the quondam headmasters and headmistresses snoozing in their frames...

Harry hesitated, glanced at Fawkes...

A shallow stone basin lay there, with odd carvings around the edge: runes and symbols that Harry did not recognize.

The silvery light was coming from the basin'due south contents, which were like nothing Harry had ever seen before. He could not tell whether the substance was liquid or gas. It was a brilliant, whitish argent, and it was moving ceaselessly; the surface of it became ruffled like water beneath air current, and so, like clouds, separated and swirled smoothly. It looked like light made liquid - or like wind made solid - Harry couldn't make up his mind.

He wanted to touch on information technology, to find out what it felt like, but nearly four years' experience of the magical world told him that sticking his hand into a bowl full of some unknown substance was a very stupid thing to practise. He therefore pulled his wand out of the within of his robes...

The surface of the silvery stuff inside the basin began to swirl very fast... The silverish substance had become transparent; information technology looked similar glass.

He looked down into it expecting to see the stone bottom of the bowl - and saw instead an enormous room below the surface of the mysterious substance, a room into which he seemed to be looking through a round window in the ceiling.

An empty chair stood in the very centre of the room. There was something about the chair that gave Harry an ominous feeling.

Not i of the witches and wizards in the room (and there were at least two hundred of them) was looking at him.

Once earlier, Harry had plant 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'due south retentivity . . . and unless he was very much mistaken, something of the sort had happened again...

And that, in Harry'south opinion, settled the matter. Dumbledore wouldn't ignore him like that.

And fifty-fifty more than to the bespeak, immediately after Harry's hearing in this very courtroom the following August, Dumbledore does ignore Harry completely.

Harry looked around more carefully. The room, every bit he had suspected when observing it from above, was well-nigh certainly underground - more than of a dungeon than a room, he idea.

There was a bleak and forbidding air about the place; in that location were no pictures on the walls...

The door in the corner of the dungeon opened and three people entered - or at least one man, flanked by two Dementors.

Harry looked downwards 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, simply in thin and ragged robes.

Even equally Harry watched, the chains on the arms of the chair glowed suddenly aureate and snaked their manner up Karkaroff'southward arms, binding him there.

Crouch'southward hair was dark, his face was much less lined, he looked fit and alert.

"You accept been brought from Azkaban to nowadays bear witness to the Ministry of Magic. You lot take given us to understand that you have important data for us."

He did not have his magical eye, simply ii normal ones.

[Crouch]'south done a deal with him. Took me six months to runway him downward, and Hunker is going to let him go if he's got enough new names.

"Yous must empathise," said Karkaroff hurriedly, "that He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named operated e'er in the greatest secrecy...we never knew the names of every one of our fellows - He alone knew exactly who nosotros all were -"
"Which was a wise motility, wasn't it, every bit it prevented someone similar you, Karkaroff, from turning all of them in," muttered Moody.

"There was Antonin Dolohov," he said. "I - I saw him torture countless Muggles and - and non-supporters of the Dark Lord."
"And helped him practise it," murmured Moody.
"Nosotros have already apprehended Dolohov," said Hunker. "He was caught shortly after yourself."

"Evan Rosier."
"Rosier is dead," said Hunker. "He was caught soon 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 again, and saw him indicating the large chunk out of his nose to Dumbledore.

There was Travers - he helped murder the McKinnons!

Mulciber - he specialized in the Imperius Curse, forced countless people to practise horrific things!

"Rookwood, who was a spy, and passed He-Who-Must-Not-Exist-Named useful information from within the Ministry itself!"

Light thickens, and the crow
makes wing to the rooky wood.
Good things of twenty-four hour period brainstorm to droop and drowse,
whiles nighttime's blackness agents to their preys do rouse.

"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 building and out, to collect information -"

"But Travers and Mulciber nosotros have," said Mr. Crouch.

"Severus Snape was indeed a Death Eater. However, he rejoined our side before Lord Voldemort's downfall and turned spy for us, at smashing personal adventure."

Information technology's perchance worth noting that Karkaroff left Snape until last when naming names to save his own skin, and that Snape is on speaking terms with him during Harry's 4th year (even if not publicly so).

"He is now no more a Expiry Eater than I am."

Harry turned to await at Mad-Eye Moody. He was wearing a expect of deep skepticism behind Dumbledore's back.

His nose wasn't broken now; he was tall and lean and muscular.

"Ludo Bagman, yous have been brought here in forepart of the Council of Magical Police force to answer charges relating to the activities of the Decease Eaters," said Mr. Crouch. "We accept heard the bear witness against you, and are about to reach our verdict. Do you accept anything to add to your testimony earlier we pronounce judgment?"

Harry couldn't believe his ears. Ludo Bagman, a Expiry Eater?

"Only," said Bagman, smiling awkwardly, "well - I know I've been a bit of an idiot -"
1 or two wizards and witches in the surrounding seats smiled indulgently. Mr. Crouch did not appear to share their feelings. He was staring down at Ludo Bagman with an expression of the utmost severity and dislike.

On the surface, Bagman is likeable and Hunker is not, just wait at the facts. Bagman has been giving information to the Death Eaters, and is being permit off with a slap on the wrist because nobody - non even Moody - expects him to use his brain to human action similar a responsible adult. How many people were injure or killed by this irresponsible celebrity's actions?

"Ludovic Bagman, you lot were caught passing information to Lord Voldemort's supporters," said Mr. Crouch. "For this, I suggest a term of imprisonment in Azkaban lasting no less than -"

"Old Rookwood was a friend of my dad'south . . . never crossed my listen he was in with You-Know-Who!"

"I thought I was collecting information for our side!"

"And Rookwood kept talking about getting me a job in the Ministry afterward on ... once my Quidditch days are over, you know ..."

It would be instructive to know, in lite of this particular scandal, how Bagman did eventually get his task with the Ministry building, since Rookwood certainly wasn't in a position to offer a job recommendation from inside Azkaban.

"We'd just like to congratulate Mr. Bagman on his splendid performance for England in the Quidditch match against Turkey last Saturday," the witch said breathlessly.

Rookwood get him a chore indeed...The 24-hour interval Ludo Bagman joins the states will exist a sad twenty-four hour period indeed for the Ministry...

There was a thickset man who stared blankly upwards at Crouch; a thinner and more nervous-looking man, whose eyes were darting around the crowd...

...a adult female with thick, shining dark hair and heavily hooded eyes, who was sitting in the chained chair as though it were a throne...

...and a male child in his late teens, who looked nothing short of petrified. He was shivering, his harbinger-colored pilus all over his face, his freckled skin milk-white.

"We have heard the bear witness confronting you. The four of you stand up accused of capturing an Auror - Frank Longbottom - and subjecting him to the Cruciatus Curse, believing him to accept cognition of the present whereabouts of your exiled primary, He-Who-Must-Not-Exist-Named -"

"You lot are further accused," bellowed Mr. Crouch, "of using the Cruciatus Curse on Frank Longbottom's wife, when he would non give you information."

"You planned to restore He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named to power, and to resume the lives of violence you presumably led while he was strong. I now ask the jury -"

"I at present ask the jury," shouted Mr. Crouch, "to raise their hands if they believe, equally I do, that these crimes deserve a life sentence in Azkaban!"
In unison, the witches and wizards along the right-paw side of the dungeon raised their hands. The oversupply around the walls began to clap as it had for Bagman, their faces total of vicious triumph. The boy began to scream.

The boys' three companions rose quietly from their seats; the adult female with the heavy-lidded eyes looked up at Hunker and called, "The Night Lord volition rise again, Crouch! Throw us into Azkaban; we will wait! He volition rise again and will come up for us, he will advantage us across whatever of his other supporters! We lonely were faithful! We lonely tried to find him!"

"I sometimes find, and I am certain you know the feeling, that I simply have as well many thoughts and memories crammed into my mind...At these times," said Dumbledore, indicating the stone bowl, "I utilize the Pensieve. Ane but siphons the excess thoughts from ane's listen, pours them into the basin, and examines them at one's leisure. It becomes easier to spot patterns and links, y'all understand, when they are in this course."

"D'y'all - d'you know why my scar's pain me?"
Dumbledore looked very intently at Harry for a moment, and then said, "I take a theory, no more than than that. ... Information technology is my belief that your scar hurts both when Lord Voldemort is almost you, and when he is feeling a particularly stiff surge of hatred."

"But. . . why?"
"Because you and he are continued by the curse that failed," said Dumbledore. "That is no ordinary scar."
"And so you call back . . . that dream . . . did information technology actually happen?"
"It is possible," said Dumbledore. "I would say - likely."

"Harry - did y'all see Voldemort?"
"No," said Harry. "Just the dorsum of his chair. Simply - in that location wouldn't take been anything to see, would there? I mean, he hasn't got a body, has he? But. . . only and then how could he have held the wand?" Harry said slowly.

"Professor," Harry said at last, "practice you lot call up he's getting stronger?"
"Voldemort?" said Dumbledore, looking at Harry over the Pensieve. Information technology was the characteristic, piercing look Dumbledore had given him on other occasions, and always made Harry feel as though Dumbledore were seeing right through him in a way that even Moody's magical eye could not.

"And there was a 3rd disappearance, ane which the Ministry building, I regret to say, exercise not consider of any importance, for it concerns a Muggle. His proper noun was Frank Bryce, he lived in the village where Voldemort'south father grew up, and he has non been seen since last Baronial. You run into, I read the Muggle newspapers, unlike about of my Ministry friends."

"No," said Dumbledore, his voice full of a bitterness Harry had never heard there before. "They are insane. They are both in St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries. I believe Neville visits them, with his grandmother, during the holidays. They do non recognize him."

Dumbledore was standing over the Pensieve, his face lit from beneath by its argent spots of light, looking older than always. He stared at Harry for a moment, and then said, "Practiced luck with the tertiary task."

Exceptional character moments

Bellatrix Lestrange, property firm to her loyalty to Voldemort in the presence of Dementors, knowing that she was about to exist condemned to a life sentence in Azkaban.

The elderberry Bartemius Crouch, showing merely rage and rejection, without sorrow, when condemning his only child to Azkaban.

The younger Bartemius Hunker, crying out to his female parent to save him from Azkaban, denying all connections with the Death Eaters in a desperate attempt to escape the Dementors.

Neville Longbottom, who has spent virtually of his life raised in the shadow of what happened to his parents at the Lestranges' hands.

Memorable lines

Dumbledore added this fresh thought to the basin, and Harry, astonished, saw his own face swimming around the surface of the bowl. Dumbledore placed his long hands on either side of the Pensieve and swirled information technology, rather equally a golden prospector would pan for fragments of gold.... and Harry saw his own face change smoothly into Snape'southward, who opened his oral fissure and spoke to the ceiling, his voice echoing slightly.

"Curiosity is not a sin," he said. "But nosotros should exercise caution with our marvel..."

"So, Harry," said Dumbledore quietly. "Before you got lost in my thoughts, you lot wanted to tell me something."

Characters Introduced

• Bellatrix Lestrange
• Evan Rosier

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Source: https://www.hp-lexicon.org/source/the-harry-potter-novels/gf/gf30/

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