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"How d'you know?" Hermione shot back. "How d'you know where he Disapparated to?"
He wanted to touch it, 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 do. He therefore pulled his wand out of the inside of his robes, cast a nervous look around the office, looked back at the contents of the basin, and prodded them.
"All right, I'll try you. . . ." He walked once up the cave, back again, and then said, "Imagine that Voldemort's powerful now. You don't know who his supporters are, you don't know who's working for him and who isn't; you know he can control people so that they do terrible things without being able to stop themselves. You're scared for yourself, and your family, and your friends. Every week, news comes of more deaths, more disappearances, more torturing . . . the Ministry of Magic's in disarray, they don't know what to do, they're trying to keep everything hidden from the Muggles, but meanwhile, Muggles are dying too. Terror everywhere . . . panic . . . confusion . . . that's how it used to be.
"And what did you say?" said Ron, who had picked up his pestle and was grinding it on the desk, a good six inches from his bowl, because he was looking at Hermione.
Karkaroff straightened himself as best he could, tightly bound to the chair.
"D'you - d'you know why my scar's hurting me?"
CHAPTER THIRTY - THE PENSIEVE
"As to that, I have no idea."
"I - I do," said Karkaroff breathlessly. "And these were important supporters, mark you.
Harry couldn't believe his ears. Ludo Bagman, a Death Eater?
"That's right," said Harry.
"I'm your son!" he screamed up at Crouch. "I'm your son!"
He stood up. The class backed away. They all looked unnerved.
"Mind you, he did look ill, last time I saw him up close," said Harry slowly, still reading the story. "The night my name came out of the goblet. ..."