“Potter,” she said, not loudly, but with a clarity that cut through the chaos. “I know you’re here. I saw your Patronus—a stag—leading the house-elves to the kitchens ten minutes ago. Don’t insult my intelligence by denying it.”
McGonagall was silent for a long moment. Then she did something unexpected. She lowered her wand and smiled—a thin, fierce, terrible smile. “You have your mother’s eyes, but you have James’s nerve. Foolhardy, reckless nerve.” She looked past him at Ron and Hermione. “And you two. You never left him.” Harry Potter And The Deathly Hallows Part 2 -20...
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. “Potter,” she said, not loudly, but with a
Hermione’s hand found his arm in the darkness. “Harry, the Room of Requirement is a trap. Draco Malfoy already tried to bring Greyback in through there. It might be swarming with Snatchers.” Don’t insult my intelligence by denying it
“The diadem,” Harry whispered, his voice barely a thread. “Rowena Ravenclaw’s. It has to be here, in the Room of Hidden Things.”
