The Grey Lady, or Helena Ravenclaw, was momentarily stunned by Harry's words.
"You're going to destroy it?" As she spoke, a trace of hope actually flashed through her ghostly eyes. "Really?"
"Just watch and see." Although Helena's tone had softened, Harry still gave her no friendly look. He turned to take the Horcrux off the statue's head.
But the instant his fingers touched the Diadem, it felt as though an electric current shot through his body.
Harry's body jerked violently, and his head lolled as he began to fall off the broomstick. Although the broomstick was only five or six meters above the ground, a fall from that height could still easily cause injury.
Fortunately, Qiu was also on the broomstick, and she was a young witch highly skilled at flying.
Well, it had to be said: if Hermione had been sitting behind him at that moment, they would have been screwed.
Noticing something was wrong with Harry, Qiu hurriedly wrapped one arm tightly around his waist and pulled on the broomstick with her other hand. The Firebolt already had a fall-prevention feature, so it did not simply plummet when Harry lost control of it.
The two slowly landed. Qiu laid Harry flat on the ground, then checked his condition somewhat anxiously.
After examining him carefully, Qiu let out a small breath of relief.
Harry's breathing was steady and his heartbeat normal. He had probably just lost consciousness for some reason. Qiu took out her wand and cast a recovery spell on Harry.
The spell had no effect, however. Instead, Qiu noticed that although Harry remained unconscious, his eyes were rolling rapidly beneath his eyelids.
What was going on? Qiu grew worried again.
At that moment, Harry had once again fallen into that strange state.
He was inside an enormous