Hermione couldn't bring herself to correct him. Ravenclaw's diadem might be in Hogwarts, but she wasn't certain. What she did know is that Hufflepuff's goblet was resting in the darkest corner in the deepest chamber of Gringotts, guarded by a dragon and all manner of dark hexes that Bellatrix Lestrange had at her disposal. Once again, she couldn't bring herself to look at her friends, who were beginning to fill with hope. She could see their bright eyes and brighter smiles as they huddled around the fire. She felt sick. But explaining how she knew where the relic was, that was a story she couldn't tell. The information was too secret, too specific for her to lie and say she had overheard somewhere. At least she held onto the hope that they would be safer inside Hogwarts than here outside it.