Hermione's note made Harry and Ron clear most of the clues. The two decided to go to Professor McGonagall and tell her what they found, and end the incidents in the school.

"We'll go to the staff lounge," Harry said, jumping up, "She'll be there in ten minutes and will be over soon."

They ran downstairs. They didn't want Professor McGonagall to find them wandering around in another corridor, so they walked directly into the empty teacher's lounge. This was a big room surrounded by wooden boards, filled with black wooden chairs. Harry and Ron were paced around, excited to sit down.

However, the bell for get out of class ended has not been ringing.

Instead, Professor McGonagall's voice echoed in the corridor, amplified many times by magic.

"All students return to their respective college dormitories immediately. All teachers return to the staff lounge. Please act immediately."

Harry turned around and stared at Ron.

"Is something wrong again? At this time?"

"What should we do?" Ron asked in horror, "Go back to the dormitory?"

"No," Harry said, his eyes searching around. There was an ugly wardrobe on his left, filled with robes that the teacher wore in class. "Hide here. Let's hear what's going on, and then tell them our discoveries."

They hid in the closet, and heard the footsteps of hundreds of people walking upstairs. Then, the door of the staff lounge was pushed open heavily. Through the layers of robes that emitted the musty smell, they looked at the teachers walking into the room one by one, some were confused and some were frightened. Then, Professor McGonagall arrived.

"What happened again," she said to the silent teachers in the room, "a student was kidnapped by a monster and brought directly into the secret room."

Professor Flivie screamed. Professor Sprout suddenly covered his mouth with his hands.

Snape was there too, his face was morbidly pale, and he grabbed the back of a chair tightly and asked, "How can you be sure?"

"Slytherin's heir," said Professor McGonagall, who looked very pale, "a line of words left behind. Just below the last paragraph, it was written: Her bones will remain in the secret room forever."

Professor Flivi couldn't help crying.

"Who is it?" Mrs. Huo Qi's knees softened and she collapsed in a chair. "Which student is it?"

"Ginny Shusley," said Professor McGonagall.

Harry felt Ron fall silently beside him on the floor of the closet.

“We have to send all the students home tomorrow,” said Professor McGonagall. “Hogwarts has ended here. Dumbledore used to say…”

The door of the teacher's lounge was once again hit hard. Harry had a sudden idea and thought that it must be Dumbledore's return. But Lohat was still smiling on his face.

"Sorry—I took a nap—what did I miss?"

He seemed to have not noticed that the other teachers were staring at him with a gaze of hatred. Snape took a step forward.

"The problem-solving person is here," he said, "this is this guy. Lockhart, a girl was taken away by a monster and brought into a secret room. The time for you to show your glory is finally here."

Lockhart's face turned pale.

"Yes, Gidro," Professor Sprout inserted, "didn't you say last night that you know exactly where the entrance to the secret room is?"

"I-this, this, I-this" Loha stuttered.

"Didn't you tell me that you are sure to know what the monster is inside?" Professor Flivi also interrupted.

"I-I said it? I don't remember..."

"Of course I remember what you said. It's a pity that you said you didn't compete with the monster before Hagrid was captured." Snape said. "Didn't you say that the whole thing was messed up and you should let you deal with it from the beginning?" Lockhart looked at the stern colleagues in a daze. "I... I really never... you probably misunderstood..."

"Then, Gidro, let's let you deal with it," said Professor McGonagall. "Tonight is the perfect opportunity for you to show off. We promise not to let anyone get in the way. You can deal with that monster alone. Now I finally let you do it."

Lockhart looked around in despair, but no one came out to help him. He was not handsome at all now. His lips were trembling, and his face no longer had the usual smile that showed bright teeth, making his chin look shrunken and he looked thin and haggard.

"Then--well," he said, "I--I go to my office and be ready." He left the room after that. "Okay," said Professor McGonagall, her nostrils squirting, "and finally got rid of his obstacles.

Never had an afternoon that was as slow as today, nor did the Gryffindor House seem as crowded and silent as it is now. When the sun was about to set, Fred and George could no longer sit still, so they went back to the dormitory to sleep.

"She must know something, Harry." Ron said, this was the first time he spoke after they hid in the closet of the staff lounge. "So she was taken away. It had nothing to do with Percy's stupid things. She must have discovered something related to the secret room. It must have been like that, so she would-" Ron rubbed his eyes desperately, "I mean, she is a pure blood species, and it wasn't her turn. There could be no other reason."

Harry could see the sun as red as blood, gradually sinking below the horizon. He had never felt so sad as he was now. Even if they could do something, whatever it was. "Harry," said Ron, "you say, she might not have-you know-" Harry didn't know what to say. He couldn't think of how Ginny could be alive.

"What do you think?" Ron said, "I think we should go find Lohart and tell him what we know. Isn't he going to enter the secret room! We can tell him where we think the secret room is, and tell him that the secret room is a basilisk."

Harry felt unprecedented helplessness, but in the face of this situation, he had no choice. In fact, he didn't believe that Lockhart could solve any problem, and Ron knew this, so what could it be. At this moment, Harry couldn't help but think that if he had the power of him, he might be able to rescue Ginny.

When they walked downstairs toward Lockhart's office, night had already fallen. It seemed that the office was very moving. They could hear the sound of friction, the sound of impact, and the rushing footsteps.

Harry knocked on the door, and the inside suddenly became quiet. Then the door opened a very thin slit, and they saw one of Lockhart's eyes peering outside.

"Oh...Mr.Port...Mr.Weasley..." he said, opening the door a little wider. "I'm busy now. I hope you have something to say..."

"Professor, we have some situations to tell you," Harry said, "we think it will help you."

"Well—that's right—in fact, it's not that much—" Lockhart's face looked very nervous. "I mean—ah—well."

He opened the door and let them in.

His office was almost completely empty. Two large suitcases were placed open on the floor. Clothes of various colors, emerald green, lilac, and dark blue, were stacked randomly in one of the suitcases. All kinds of books were piled up in the other suitcases in a mess. The photos originally hung on the wall were stuffed into the cartons on the table.

"Where are you going?" Harry asked.

"Well, yes, yes," Lohart said, pulling a life-sized poster from behind the door and rolling it up, "I received an emergency notice...I can't hide...I have to go..."

"So what should I do with my sister?" Ron asked impulsively.

"Ah, as for that matter--it's so unfortunate." Lockhart said, avoiding the eyes of both of them, he pulled a drawer hard and put the contents in it into a big bag. "No one feels more regretful than me--"

"You are the teacher of the Dark Magic Defense Arts Class!" said Harry, "You can't leave now! There are so many evil things here!"

"This, this, how do you say... When I accepted this position..." Lockhart muttered vaguely, piled his socks on the clothes in the box, "The work regulations did not include... I didn't expect..."

"You mean you're running away?" Harry said in disbelief, "but you have written so many amazing books?"

"Books can be deceived," Lockhart said slyly.

"You wrote it!" Harry shouted.

"My dear child," Lockhart stood up, frowned and looked at Harry, "think with your common sense. If people don't think that I did those things, the sales of books will be far from that. Readers will not be willing to read the deeds of an ugly old American wizard, even though he has freed a village from the scourge of werewolf. Putting his photo on the cover is not difficult to see. He has no taste in his clothes. And the witch who drove out the female ghost of Wanlun, she is a slight mouth! I mean, think about it..."

"So you just keep everything others do in your own account?" Harry asked in disbelief.

"Harry, Harry," Lockhart said impatiently, "It's not as simple as you said. I have a lot of work. I want to follow these people and ask them how they can be proud of those things. Then I have to give them a forgetful spell, so that they will forget it completely. If I have anything to be proud of, it is my forgetful spell. You know, Harry, I have to work a lot, a lot of hard work. Do you know, it's not just signing books and taking pictures of celebrities. If you want to become famous, you have to prepare for a long time."

He covered the suitcase with a lid and locked it.

"Let me think about it," he said, "the east and the west are all sorts of things. Oh, by the way, I forgot one thing."

He pulled out his wand and turned to Harry and Ron.

"Sorry, children, I have to cast a forgetting spell on you. You can't let me spread my secrets everywhere. Otherwise, I won't be able to sell my books..."

"Give away your weapons!" Harry shouted, and before Lohart could lift his wand, he was knocked out and fell on his suitcase. His wand flew high into the air, caught by Ron, and threw it outside the open window.

"This is what my brother taught me." Harry said angrily, kicking Lockhart's box aside, "He's right, you're just an idiot."

Luo Shit looked up at him, looking thinner and more haggard. Harry still pointed at him with his wand.
Chapter completed!