The sudden turn of events caught Harry off guard as well.
He looked at Vizet and asked in confusion, "Vizet, what's wrong with her? Why did she suddenly...?"
Hearing the Grey Lady's grief-stricken sobs, another question surfaced in his mind.
"Vizet..." He lowered his voice. "Um... when ghosts cry, can they shed tears?"
In fact, he had wondered about this long ago.
There were quite a few ghosts at Hogwarts, and students usually referred to them by their nicknames, like Nearly Headless Nick.
One of those ghosts was called Moaning Myrtle. She usually frequented various bathrooms, especially a Girls' Bathroom on the second floor of the castle.
Ron and he had observed Moaning Myrtle while researching magic, only to discover that when she cried, she merely went through the motions and could not actually shed tears.
Bloody Baron was much the same. He only looked drenched in blood; in reality, none of that blood ever truly dripped.
That question had followed Harry for a long time. For some reason, he suddenly felt the urge to voice it.
The moment he asked it, the corridor fell silent.
The Grey Lady stopped crying, while Vizet pressed his lips together, doing his best to keep his expression calm.
"How dare you... how dare you say such a thing!" The Grey Lady was clearly offended, her shriek trembling. "You... you rude..."
After voicing the question, Harry realized something was wrong as well, wondering why he had suddenly acted so impulsively.
With a question like that, he should at least have waited until the Grey Lady had left before asking Vizet.
Was it the Diadem's influence again?
Harry took a step back, his gaze falling on the chair leg where the Diadem hung. A look of distaste appeared on his face.
Voldemort's Amulet was far