The sudden turn of events caught Harry off guard as well.
He looked at Wizet and asked in confusion, "Wizet, what's wrong with her? Why did she suddenly..."
Hearing the Grey Lady's sorrowful sobs, a question surfaced in his mind.
"Wizet..." He lowered his voice considerably. "Um... can ghosts shed tears when they cry?"
In fact, he had wondered about this long ago.
There were quite a few ghosts at Hogwarts, and students usually referred to them by nicknames, such as "Nearly Headless Nick."
One of those ghosts was nicknamed "Moaning Myrtle." She usually haunted various washrooms, especially a girls' bathroom on the castle's second floor.
Ron and he had observed Moaning Myrtle while studying magic, only to discover that when she cried, she merely went through the motions and could not actually shed tears.
The Bloody Baron was similar. He only looked drenched in blood; in reality, none of that blood would actually drip.
That question had followed him for a long time. For some reason, at this moment, he felt an impulse to voice it.
The moment he asked it, the corridor suddenly fell silent.
The Grey Lady stopped crying, while Wizet pressed his lips together and did his best to keep his expression calm.
"How... how dare you say that!" The Grey Lady was clearly offended, her shriek trembling. "You... you insolent..."
Once Harry had voiced the question, he realized something was wrong and wondered why he had suddenly been so impulsive.
With a question like that, he should at least have waited until the Grey Lady had left before asking Wizet.
Was it the Diadem's influence again?
Harry took a step back, his gaze falling on the chair leg where the Diadem hung. A hint of disgust appeared on his face.
Voldemort's amulet was far too