Hogwarts Outsider Chapter 88: Good evening

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

"Luminescence!" Matthew Wakefield pulled 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 huge oil painting next to it, several drunken monks quickly covered their eyes and shouted: "Quickly destroy, quickly destroy! You want to blind our eyes It's..."

"For Merlin's sake, get out of here." On the other portrait below, a white-haired old man waved his arms and shouted in dissatisfaction.

"My dear baby, don't cry anymore..." The oil painting of a mother and daughter seems to have been awakened, the child is crying loudly, while the mother is humming a ditty while comforting her child in a low voice.

Matthew ignored their complaints and continued walking in the corridor.

He doesn't look in a hurry, at least he walks slowly.

And Matthew's luck is not bad. During this "night tour", he didn't meet the administrator Pringle or Mr. Tang, or met other teachers.

Soon, he left the dark and damp basement.

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

Matthew didn't continue to move forward, nor did he go to the Potions classroom, but stopped suddenly in front of a broken iron gate.

……

This is a long-abandoned girls' bathroom, with a huge "fault" written on the door plate.

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

Because this is actually the entrance to the "Chamber of Secrets", the site of the ghost "Weeping Myrtle"; and a few hundred feet down from this bathroom is the Chamber of Secrets, where the basilisk lives.

Matthew looked down at the rusted brass knob.

He ignored the door plate with the word "Malfunction" written on it, unscrewed the handle, opened the door and walked in.

"Is anyone there?" Matthew looked around the bathroom and asked loudly. He yelled three times in a row: "Is anyone there? Is anyone there?"

No response.

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

So, he walked in with confidence.

I have to say that this is the darkest and most dreary place Matthew has ever been to.

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

The floor was wet, and a few candle stubs were burning low on the brackets, emitting a dim light, illuminating the gloomy floor.

The wooden doors of the single rooms of the toilets look old and full of scratches; and in the air, the broken chandeliers hang feebly.

Matthew didn't bother to search for anything in the bathroom. He found a flush toilet that didn't look too dirty, put down the toilet lid, and sat down on it.

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

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

Fortunately, Matthew did not wait too long.

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

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

Then, there was the sound of unscrewing the brass knob...

Then a small black figure broke into the dim bathroom.

Finally, she turned and closed the door softly.

At the same moment Matthew Wakefield stood 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."

……

Sombra seemed taken aback.

However, when she recognized that the owner of the voice was actually a twelve-year-old child, she seemed relieved again.

She strode towards Matthew Wakefield until both sides could see each other's faces clearly in the faint light from those candle hairs.

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

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

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

"Perhaps I should call you Mr. Evans, which is more appropriate." Matthew said thoughtfully: "Of course I know that the murderer who caused a series of attacks is still in the castle. Look, I Aren't you coming to find her?"

Harry Evans' complexion suddenly darkened, and her right hand lightly grasped her wand.

"I think, you must be thinking about **** me..." Matthew said calmly: "But before that ~IndoMTL.com~ I want to ask you to allow me to say a few words ... I guess, you probably haven't chatted with anyone for many, many years... You see, I am alone now, and a first-year student like me will not pose any threat to you!"

Evans laughed suddenly.

Although she still has the face of a little boy, when she smiles, the look on her face is full of coquettishness!

"I'm suddenly interested in you, Wakefield!" She said with a smile, "Tell me, how did you find out who I am?"

"To be honest, there are too many loopholes, I don't know where to start." Matthew shrugged:

"However, 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 have tried your best to pretend to be a little boy, and you have also minimized the communication with other people. But many natural Habits cannot be changed in a short period of time..."

"...I discovered it by myself, maybe it's just my illusion; but when several of my friends have this opinion at the same time, it's not our problem, but your problem..."

"...a little boy in the first grade often suddenly exhibits a lot of female-oriented behaviors, which is very unreasonable!"

"I don't think Hogwarts or the Sorting Hat will make such a stupid mistake of misjudging the gender of a first-year freshman. Then there is only one explanation left——"

Matthew blinked lightly, and said in conclusion:

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