My body can be digitized

Chapter 139 Methods
Harry looked at Ron in surprise, he really didn't expect Ron to compromise with Draco because of Ginny, even Draco stopped in surprise.

Draco didn't look back, he raised his hand and waved and left. Seeing Draco disappearing from the door, Ron squeezed his fist unwillingly.

Harry comforted: "Don't worry, the situation is not that serious, and the professors will find a way."

Ron knelt down in pain and hugged his head. He rubbed his hair fiercely and said, "What should I do, Harry, Ginny may be killed at any time now!"

Harry was also silent at the moment. Although the Weasley family is often noisy, their relationship is undoubtedly very close, "Let's go back to the common room first. George and Fred must be involved in this matter, and maybe Adams also It can help, don't be discouraged, as long as we work hard, I believe Ginny will be rescued." Harry gave Ron another push.

At this time, Ron didn't know what to do, so he could only go back to the Gryffindor lounge with Harry dejectedly.

It was probably the hardest day of Harry's life.He, Ron, Fred, and George sat in a corner of the Gryffindor common room, neither of them saying a word.Percy wasn't there.He sent an owl to deliver a message to Mrs. Weasley, and locked himself in the dormitory.

Never had an afternoon passed so slowly, and never had Gryffindor Tower been so crowded and silent.When the sun was about to set, Fred and George couldn't sit still anymore, so they went back to the dormitory to sleep.

"She must know something, Harry," said Ron, speaking for the first time since they hid in the wardrobe in the staff room. It doesn't matter. She must have found out about the Chamber of Secrets. It must be, so she--" Ron rubbed his eyes desperately,
"I mean, she's a pure-blood, she wasn't supposed to be there. There can't be any other reason."

Harry could see the sun, red as blood, sinking below the horizon.He has never felt so sad in his heart.Even if they can do something.whatever it is.

"Harry," said Ron, "you mean, maybe she hasn't—you know—"

Harry didn't know what to say.He couldn't figure out how it was possible that Ginny was still alive.

"What do you say?" said Ron, "I think we should go and find Lockhart. Tell him what we know. Isn't he going into the Chamber of Secrets! We can tell him where we think the Chamber of Secrets is, and tell him He's a basilisk in the Chamber of Secrets."

Harry couldn't think of any other way, and he wanted to do something, so he agreed to Ron's proposal.The Gryffindors around them were all sad, and they all felt sorry for the Weasley brothers, so when Harry and Ron got up and walked across the room and got out

No one tried to stop them as they approached the hole.

Night had fallen by the time they descended to Lockhart's office.There seems to be a lot of movement in the office.They could hear scraping, bumping, and hurried footsteps.

Harry knocked on the door, and there was a sudden silence.Then the door opened a very thin crack, and they saw one of Lockhart's eyes peering out.

"Oh...Mr Potter...Mr Weasley..." he said, opening the door a little wider, "I'm busy right now. I hope you speak quickly..."

"Professor, we have something to tell you," said Harry, "and we thought it might be of some help to you."

"Well - well - it's not really -" they could see that one side of Lockhart's face was tense, "I mean - well - well."

He opened the door and let them in.

His office was almost completely emptied.Two large suitcases lay open on the floor.Clothes of every color, emerald green, lavender, dark blue, were piled haphazardly in one of the suitcases.All kinds of books are piled up in another suitcase.Those photos that used to hang on the wall were stuffed into a cardboard box on the table.

"Where are you going?" Harry asked.

"Well, yes, yes," said Lockhart, ripping a life-size poster of himself from the back of the door and rolling it up, "an urgent call... can't dodge... ...had to go..."

"So what about my sister?" Ron asked impulsively.

"Ah, as for that—it's so unfortunate," said Lockhart, avoiding their eyes, pulling open a drawer, and stuffing the contents into a large bag. "There's no one like me. It’s even more regrettable——”

"You're the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher!" said Harry. "You can't go now! There's so much evil going on here right now!"

"Well, well, how should I put it... when I accepted the job..." Lockhart muttered indistinctly as he piled his socks on top of the clothes in the box, "the work regulations didn't include... …I did not expect……"

"You mean you're going to run away?" said Harry incredulously, "but you've written so many great things about yourself in the book?"

"Books can be deceiving," said Lockhart slyly.

"You wrote it!" Harry exclaimed.

"My dear boy," Lockhart straightened up, looking at Harry with a frown, "use your common sense. If people don't think I did all those things, the book won't sell well Lah. Readers won't want to read about an ugly old American wizard who saved a village from the werewolf scourge. Put his picture on the cover and it wouldn't be so ugly. He wears clothes No taste at all. And that witch who exorcised the Wanlun ghost, she has a hairy chin! I mean, think about it..."

"So you take everything that other people do to your own account?" Harry asked in disbelief.

"Harry, Harry," said Lockhart, shaking his head impatiently, "it's not as simple as you make it out to be. I've got a lot of work to do. I'm going to track down these people and ask them what they're doing. Do those things. And then I'll put an Oblivion Charm on them so they'll forget about it. If there's anything I'm proud of, it's my Oblivion Charm. You know Well, Harry, I've got a lot of hard work to do. You know, it's not just book signings and celebrity photos. You have to be prepared to work long and hard if you want to be famous."

He ping-pong put the lid on the trunk and locked it.

(End of this chapter)