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"
The
Bloody
Baron
,
yes
,
"
said
the
Gray
Lady
,
and
she
lifted
aside
the
cloak
she
wore
to
reveal
a
single
dark
wound
in
her
white
chest
.
When
he
saw
what
he
had
done
,
he
was
overcome
with
remorse
.
He
took
the
weapon
that
had
claimed
my
life
,
and
used
it
to
kill
himself
.
All
these
centuries
later
,
he
wears
his
chains
as
an
act
of
penitence
...
as
he
should
,
"
she
added
bitterly
.
"
And
--
and
the
diadem
?
"
"
It
remained
where
I
had
hidden
it
when
I
heard
the
Baron
blundering
through
the
forest
toward
me
.
Concealed
inside
a
hollow
tree
.
"
"
A
hollow
tree
?
"
repeated
Harry
.
"
What
tree
?
Where
was
this
?
"
"
A
forest
in
Albania
.
A
lonely
place
I
thought
was
far
beyond
my
mother
's
reach
.
"
"
Albania
,
"
repeated
Harry
.
Sense
was
emerging
miraculously
from
confusion
,
and
now
he
understood
why
she
was
telling
him
what
she
had
denied
Dumbledore
and
Flitwick
.
"
You
've
already
told
someone
this
story
,
have
n't
you
?
Another
student
?
"
She
closed
her
eyes
and
nodded
.
"
I
had
...
no
idea
...
He
was
flattering
.
He
seemed
to
...
understand
...
to
sympathize
...
"
Yes
,
Harry
thought
.
Tom
Riddle
would
certainly
have
understood
Helena
Ravenclaw
's
desire
to
possess
fabulous
objects
to
which
she
had
little
right
.
"
Well
,
you
were
n't
the
first
person
Riddle
wormed
things
out
of
,
"
Harry
muttered
.
"
He
could
be
charming
when
he
wanted
...
"
