Chapter 88: good evening

　　 The corridor was dim, and I couldn't see my fingers.
　　 "Fluorescence flashes!" Matthew Wickfield drew out his wand and shouted softly.
　　 A faint light suddenly lit up in the darkness, illuminating the road ahead of Matthew.
"Oh, what are you doing, kid!" On a giant oil painting next to them, several drunk monks quickly covered their eyes and shouted: "Quickly kill, quickly kill! You are going to blind our eyes... "
　　 "For Merlin's sake, get out of here." On another portrait below, a gray-haired old man waved his arms and exclaimed very dissatisfied.
　　 "My dear little baby, don't cry anymore..." The oil painting of a mother and daughter seemed to have been awakened. The child was crying loudly, while the mother comforted her child while humming a little song.
　　 Matthew ignored their complaints, but moved on in the corridor.
　　 He didn't seem to be in a hurry, at least he walked unhurriedly.
　　 And Matthew's luck was pretty good. During this "night tour", I didn't meet the administrator Pringle or Mr. Tang, or other teachers.
　　 Soon, he almost left the dark and damp basement.
　　 Crossed a corridor again, and the potions classroom appeared in front of Matthew... This was also the location where Adams and Carlo, two Slytherin students from the Slug Club, were attacked.
　　 Matthew did not continue to move forward, nor did he go to the potions classroom. Instead, he suddenly stopped in front of a broken iron gate.
　　……
　　 This is a girl's bathroom that has long been abandoned, with the huge "fault" written on the doorplate.
　　 In the original work, this bathroom is also a very "famous" place.
　　Because this is actually the entrance to the "secret room", the site of the ghost "Crying Myrtle"; and a few hundred feet down from this bathroom, it is the secret room where the basilisk lives.
　　 Matthew lowered his head and looked at the rusty brass knob.
　　 He ignored the house number with the word "fault" written on it, unscrewed the handle, opened the door and walked in.
　　 "Is there anyone?" Matthew looked around the bathroom and asked loudly. He shouted three times in a row: "Is there anyone? Anyone?"
　　 did not respond.
　　 Whether it is a human response or a ghost response.
　　 So, he walked in with confidence.
　　 I have to say, this is the darkest and most dreary place Matthew has ever been.
　　 In front of him was a large, mottled, cracked mirror, and underneath was a row of stone pools with peeled surfaces.
　　 The floor was wet, and a few candle heads were burning low on the bracket, emitting a dim light, and illuminating the floor gloomily.
　　 The wooden doors of the individual toilets looked old and full of scratches; while in the air, the broken chandeliers were hanging feebly.
　　 Matthew didn't bother to search for anything in the bathroom. He found a toilet that didn't look very dirty, put the toilet lid down, and sat on it.
　　 Then he began to wait patiently, and even the faint light of the wand in his hand was cancelled by him.
　　 It's a pity that I am too young, otherwise I would smoke a cigarette while I was waiting, which would be great.
　　 Fortunately, Matthew did not wait long.
　　 About five minutes later, there was a sound of footsteps in the corridor outside.
　　 Very light footsteps, getting closer and closer...
　　 Then, there was a sound of unscrewing the brass knob...
　　 Then a small black figure broke into this dim bathroom.
　　 Finally, she turned around and closed the door gently.
　　Meanwhile, Matthew Wickfield got up from the toilet seat.
　　 "Good evening!" His voice is not loud, but it must be enough for the other party to hear clearly:
　　 "Miss Evans."
　　……
　　 The shadow seemed to be taken aback.
　　 But when she recognized that the owner of this voice was actually a twelve-year-old child, she seemed to be relieved again.
　　 She strode in the direction of Matthew Wickfield, until both sides could see each other's faces clearly under the faint light from the candle hair.
　　 The familiar face of Harry Evans appeared in front of Matthew again.
　　 Only this time, she no longer lowered her head, nor did she have a panicked, extremely inferior expression... Of course, her expression did look a little surprised now.
"Wickfield?" Evans's voice was still a male voice: "Why are you here? It's dangerous to wander around the castle at this time. The murderer who caused the series of attacks is still in the castle... "
"Perhaps I should call you Mr. Evans, it is more appropriate." Matthew thoughtfully said: "Of course I know the murderer who caused a series of attacks is still in the castle, you see, I am not here to find Is she coming?"
　　 Harry Evans's face suddenly sank, and her right hand gently grasped her wand.
"I think you must be thinking about me..." Matthew said calmly: "But before that~EbookFREE.me~ I want to beg you to allow me to say a few words... …I guess you haven’t chatted with anyone for many, many years...Look, I’m alone now, a first-year student like me will not pose any threat to you!"
　　 Evans smiled suddenly.
　　Although she is still a little boy's face, when she smiles, the look on her face is full of flattery!
　　 "I am a little bit interesting to you suddenly, Wakefield!" She said with a smile, "Tell me, how did you discover my identity?"
　　 "To be honest, there are too many loopholes, I don't know where to start." Matthew shrugged:
　　 "But the most fundamental thing is that your camouflage skills are really not smart..."
Matthew paused, and continued to say slowly: "...I am afraid that you are already pretending to be a little boy as much as possible, and you have also minimized communication with other people. But many natural habits are short. It's still impossible to change in time..."
　　 "...I found out by myself, maybe it is just my illusion; but when several of my friends have such views at the same time, it is not our problem, but yours..."
　　 "...a little boy in the first grade, but he often suddenly shows many female-oriented behaviors, this is very unreasonable!"
　　 "I think Hogwarts or the Sorting Hat will not make a foolish mistake of judging the gender of a first-year freshman. Then there is only one explanation left—"
　　 Matthew blinked slightly, and said in conclusion:
　　 "You are not the real Harry Evans at all, but a female pretender, right?"