“I asked you,” said Moody quietly, “whether he forgave the scum who never even went to look for him. Those treacherous cowards who wouldn’t even brave Azkaban for him. The faithless, worthless bits of filth who were brave enough to cavort in masks at the Quidditch World Cup, but fled at the sight of the Dark Mark when I fired it into the sky.” “You fired . . . What are you talking about . . . ?” “I told you, Harry . . . I told you. If there’s one thing I hate more than any other, it’s a Death Eater who walked free.
