The hallway was dark, and I couldn't see my fingers.

"Fluorescent flickering!" Matthew Wakefield called out his wand and whispered.

A faint light suddenly lit up in the darkness, illuminating the path ahead of Matthew.

"Oh, what are you doing, kid!" on a huge oil painting next to him, several drunken monks hurriedly covered their eyes and shouted, "Extinguish, extinguish! You're going to blind us......"

"For Merlin's sake, get out of here. In the other portrait below, a gray-haired old man waved his arms and shouted dissatisfied.

"My dear little baby, don't cry anymore......" The oil painting of a mother and daughter seems to be awakened by the fact that the child is crying loudly while the mother hums a little song and whispers to comfort her child.

Matthew ignored their complaints and continued down the hallway.

He didn't seem to be in a hurry, at least he walked unhurriedly.

And Matthew's luck was not bad, during this "night tour", he didn't meet the administrator Pringer or Mr. Tang, or meet other teachers.

Soon, he was almost out of the dark, damp basement.

Passing through another hallway, the Potions classroom appeared in front of Matthew...... This is also where Adams and Carona, two Slytherin students from the Slug Club, were attacked.

Matthew didn't go any further, nor did he go to the Potions classroom, but stopped in front of a broken iron door.

......

It's a long-abandoned girls' bathroom with a huge "malfunction" sign on it.

In the original book, this bathroom is also a very "famous" place.

Because this is actually the entrance to the "secret room", the territory of the ghost "Weeping Myrtle", and a few hundred feet down from this washroom, is the secret room where the basilisk lives.

Matthew lowered his head and looked at the rusty brass ball handle.

He ignored the door sign with the word "malfunction" written on it, unscrewed the handle, pushed it open and walked inside.

"Is there anyone?" asked Matthew aloud as he looked around the bathroom, shouting three times in a row, "Is there anybody?"

There was no response.

Whether it's a human response, or a ghost response.

So, he walked in with peace of mind.

It has to be said that this is the darkest and most dreary place Matthew has ever visited.

In front of him was a large, stained, cracked mirror, and below it was a row of peeling, stone-built pools.

The floor was wet, and a few candle heads burned low on the brackets, emitting a dim light that made the floor gloomy.

The wooden doors of the single rooms of the flush toilet looked old and full of scratches, and in mid-air, the long-broken chandelier hung weakly.

Matthew didn't bother searching the bathroom, he found a toilet that didn't look very dirty, put the lid down, and sat down on it.

Then he began to wait patiently, and even the faint glow of the wand in his hand was canceled by him.

It's a pity that I'm too young, otherwise it would be excellent to smoke a cigarette while waiting.

Fortunately, Matthew didn't wait too long.

About five minutes later, there was a sound of footsteps in the hallway outside.

Very light footsteps, getting closer, closer and closer......

Then there was the sound of unscrewing the brass spherical handle......

Then a small black shadow broke into the dimly lit bathroom.

Finally, she turned and closed the door gently.

At the same time, Matthew Wakefield stood up from the toilet seat.

"Good evening!" his voice was not loud, but certainly audible:

"Miss Evans. ”

......

The dark shadow seemed taken aback.

But when she realized that the owner of the voice was actually a twelve-year-old child, she seemed to breathe a sigh of relief.

She strode in the direction of Matthew Wakefield, until they could both see each other's faces in the faint light of the candles.

Harry Evans' familiar face appeared in front of Matthew again.

Only this time, she no longer lowered her head, nor did she have a panicked and extremely inferior expression...... Of course, her expression did look a little surprised now.

"Wakefield?" Evans' voice was still male, "why are you here? It's dangerous to wander around the castle at this time, and the murderer who caused the series of attacks is still ...... in the castle."

"Perhaps it would be more appropriate for me to call you Mr. Evans. Matthew said thoughtfully, "Of course I know which murderer who caused a series of attacks is still in the castle, you see, I'm not here to find her?"

Harry Evans' face suddenly fell, and her right hand gently grasped her wand.

"I think you're thinking about how to kill me...... "But before I do that, I beg you to say a few words...... I guess you haven't talked to anyone in years...... You see, I'm alone now, and a first-year student like me won't pose any threat to you!"

Evans suddenly laughed.

Although she still has the face of a little boy, when she laughs, her face is full of charm!

"I'm suddenly getting a little bit of interest to you, Wakefield!" she said with a smile, "Tell me, how did you find out who I am?"

"Honestly, there are so many loopholes that I don't know where to start. Matthew shrugged:

"But the most fundamental thing is that your camouflage skills are really not very good......

Matthew paused and continued to speak slowly, "...... I'm afraid you've tried your best to disguise yourself as a little boy and minimize your interactions with other people. But many innate habits can't be changed in a short period of time......"

“...... I found out on my own, maybe it's just my delusion, but when several of my friends think this way at the same time, it's not our problem, it's yours......"

“...... It's very unreasonable for a first-grade boy to have a lot of feminine behavior all of a sudden!"

"I don't think Hogwarts or the Sorting Hat would have made the stupid mistake of misjudging the gender of a first-year student. Then there's only one explanation left—"

Matthew blinked lightly and said in a summary manner:

"You're not the real Harry Evans at all, you're a female pretender, are you?"