“She knew something, Harry,” said Ron, speaking for the first time since they had entered the wardrobe in the staff room.” That’s why she was taken. It wasn’t some stupid thing about Percy at all., She’d found out something about the Chamber of Secrets. That must be why she was.” Ron rubbed his eyes frantically.” I mean, she was a pure- blood. There can’t be any other reason.”
Harry could see the sun sinking, blood-red, below the skyline. This was the worst he had ever felt. If only there was something they could do. Anything.
“Harry” said Ron.” D’you think there’s any chance at all she’s not. you know =”
Harry didn’t know what to say. He couldn’t see how Ginny could still be alive.
“D’you know what?” said Ron.” I think we should go and see
Lockhart. Tell him what we know. He’s going to try and get into the Chamber. We can tell him where we think it is, and tell him it’s a basilisk in there.”
Because Harry couldn’t think of anything else to do, and because he wanted to be doing something, he agreed. The Gryffindors around them were so miserable, and felt so sorry for the Weasleys, that nobody tried to stop them as they got up, crossed the room, and left through the portrait hole.
Darkness was falling as they walked down to Lockhart’s office. There seemed to be a lot of activity going on inside it. They could hear scraping, thumps, and hurried footsteps.
Harry knocked and there was a sudden silence from inside. Then the door opened the tiniest crack and they saw one of Lockhart’s eyes peering through it.
“Oh. Mr. Potter. Mr. Weasley.” he said, opening the door a bit wider.” I’m rather busy at the moment. if you would be quick.”
“Professor, we’ve got some information for you,” said Harry.” We think it’ll help you.”
“Er. well. it’s not terribly.” The side of Lockhart’s face that they could see looked very uncomfortable.” I mean. well all right.”
He opened the door and they entered.
His office had been almost completely stripped. Two large trunks stood open on the floor. Robes, jade-green, lilac, midnightblue, had been hastily folded into one of them; books were jumbled untidily into the other. The photographs that had covered the walls were now crammed into boxes on the desk.
“Are you going somewhere?” said Harry.
“Er, well, yes,” said Lockhart, ripping a life-size poster of himself from the back of the door as he spoke and starting to roll it up.” Urgent call. unavoidable. got to go.”
“What about my sister?” said Ron jerkily.
“Well, as to that. most unfortunate.” said Lockhart, avoiding their eyes as he wrenched open a drawer and started emptying the contents into a bag.” No one regrets more than I.”
“You’re the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher!” said Harry.” You can’t go now! Not with all the Dark stuff going on here!”
“Well. I must say. when I took the job.” Lockhart muttered, now piling socks on top of his robes.” nothing in the job description. didn’t expect.”
“You mean you’re running away?” said Harry disbelievingly.” After all that stuff you did in your books.”
“Books can be misleading,” said Lockhart delicately.
“You wrote them!” Harry shouted.
“My dear boy,” said Lockhart, straightening up and frowning at Harry.” Do use your common sense. My books wouldn’t have sold half as well if people didn’t think Id done all those things. No one wants to read about some ugly old Armenian warlock, even if he did save a village from werewolves. He’d look dreadful on the front cover. No dress sense at all. And the witch who banished the Bandon Banshee had a harelip. I mean, come on.”
“So you’ve just been taking credit for what a load of other people have done?” said Harry incredulously.
“Harry, Harry,” said Lockhart, shaking his head impatiently, “it’s not nearly as simple as that. There was work involved. I had to track these people down. Ask them exactly how they managed to do what they did. Then I had to put a Memory Charm on them so they wouldn’t remember doing it. If there’s one thing I pride myself on, it’s my Memory Charms. No, it’s been a lot of work, Harry. It’s not all book signings and publicity photos, you know. You want fame, you have to be prepared for a long hard slog.”