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"
Well
,
help
me
then
!
"
Her
composure
was
slipping
.
"
It
--
it
is
not
a
question
of
--
"
she
stammered
.
"
My
mother
's
diadem
--
"
"
Your
mother
's
?
"
She
looked
angry
with
herself
.
"
When
I
lived
,
"
she
said
stiffly
,
"
I
was
Helena
Ravenclaw
.
"
"
You
're
her
daughter
?
But
then
,
you
must
know
what
happed
to
it
.
"
"
While
the
diadem
bestows
wisdom
,
"
she
said
with
an
obvious
effort
to
pull
herself
together
,
"
I
doubt
that
it
would
greatly
increase
you
chances
of
defeating
the
wizard
who
calls
himself
Lord
--
"
"
Have
n't
I
told
you
,
I
'm
not
interested
in
wearing
it
!
"
Harry
said
fiercely
.
"
There
's
no
time
to
explain
--
but
if
you
care
about
Hogwarts
,
if
you
want
to
see
Voldemort
finished
,
you
've
got
to
tell
me
anything
you
know
about
the
diadem
!
"
She
remained
quite
still
,
floating
in
midair
,
staring
down
at
him
,
and
a
sense
of
hopelessness
engulfed
Harry
.
Of
course
,
if
she
had
known
anything
,
she
would
have
told
Flitwick
of
Dumbledore
,
who
had
surely
asked
her
the
same
question
.
