Harry Potter And The Deathly Hallows Part 2 -20... (99% ESSENTIAL)

“The diadem,” Harry whispered, his voice barely a thread. “Rowena Ravenclaw’s. It has to be here, in the Room of Hidden Things.”

“Professor,” Harry started, “the diadem of Ravenclaw. I need to find it. It’s a Horcrux.”

A figure emerged from the swirling smoke at the far end of the corridor. It wasn't a Death Eater. It was Professor McGonagall. Her hair had come loose from its tight bun, and a long gash bled freely down her cheek. Her wand was raised, but not in a fighting stance. She was searching. Harry Potter And The Deathly Hallows Part 2 -20...

She stopped two feet from him. The pain in her face wasn't from the gash. “You’re going after Voldemort’s soul fragments. In the middle of a siege.”

“It’s the only way to end it,” Harry said. “The diadem,” Harry whispered, his voice barely a thread

“Then we go through the walls,” Ron muttered. “Literally. We know the secret passages behind the tapestry of Barnabas the Barmy. We can get to the seventh-floor corridor from the fourth-floor balcony if we use the old servants' stairs.”

Harry hesitated, then pulled the Cloak from his head. Ron and Hermione did the same. McGonagall’s eyes widened for a fraction of a second at the second Cloak, but she didn't comment. She strode forward, her tartan dressing gown (she had been roused from her chambers) billowing behind her like a battle flag. I need to find it

“We’re not about to start now, Professor,” Ron said, gripping his wand tighter.