It was, thanks to Viktor, at least better than the berries and nuts they'd lived on for weeks when Ron had been there, right? Hermione leaned back with the soup, taking a few bites slowly until it had cooled off a bit.
"I think it might," Hermione said, and she bit her lip, because she'd had time to think about it while Harry was gone and there were still a lot of holes. She felt like she was right, but she didn't like to go on feelings.
"I've almost finished my translation of that book that Dumbledore gave me. You remember? The children's stories... He left his own notes in the margins, notes that rewrote parts of the text, but the runes on those were even more obscure that some in the text itself. I think, though..." and it felt foolish even saying it, but she took a breath and said, "The locket belonged to Slytherin. We'd guessed at that. But the other things ... I think we're looking for a cup that belonged to Helga Hufflepuff. And a diadem - it's a tiara sort of thing - that belonged to Ravenclaw."