curse. His eyes were glazed over and he seemed to be standing far too perfectly still. Nodding like a baby to whatever Umbridge was saying. What got my attention was two things. One my promise to find the Founder’s relics was signaling me to the locket in front of me. Second, I felt death magic rolling off of Umbridge. The same magic that the diadem has. The bitch had the locket on her and it was a Horcrux.