Chapter 88: 'Good Evening”

Chapter 88: “Good Evening”

The corridor was dim, and Matthew couldnt see his fingers.

Lumos! Matthew drew out his wand and softly shouted the incantation.

A faint light suddenly illuminated the darkness, revealing the path ahead of Matthew.

Oh, what are you doing, kid! On a large oil painting next to him, several drunken monks quickly covered their eyes and shouted, Put that light out! Youre going to blind us

For Merlins sake, get out of here. In another portrait below, a gray-haired old man waved his arms and exclaimed his dissatisfaction.

My dear little baby, dont cry anymore The oil painting depicting a mother and daughter came to life.

The child cried loudly while the mother comforted her, humming a lullaby.

Ignoring their complaints, Matthew continued down the corridor.

He didnt seem in a hurry; his pace was leisurely.

Matthew was lucky. During his night tour, he didnt encounter Mr. Pringle, the Caretaker, Mr. Donald, or any other teachers.

Soon, he emerged from the dark and damp basement, crossing another corridor until he reached the Potions classroom.

This was the exact location where two Slytherin students from the Slug Club, Adams, and Carlo, had been attacked.

Matthew didnt proceed forward or enter the potions classroom.

Instead, he abruptly stopped in front of a broken iron gate.

This was an abandoned girls bathroom with a large sign that read Out of Order.

In the original work, this bathroom held significance.

It served as the Secret Chamber entrance, the haunting grounds of the ghost Moaning Myrtle.Updated from novelbIn.(c)om

Several hundred feet below this bathroom lay the secret chamber where the Basilisk resided.

The figure seemed taken aback.

But upon realizing that the voice belonged to a twelve-year-old child, she seemed relieved.

She strode toward Matthew until their faces were visible under the faint light of the candles.

Before him stood the familiar face of Harry Evans.

However, she didnt lower her head this time or wear a panicked, inferior expression.

Though her expression now held a hint of surprise.

Wickfield? Evans voice still sounded male. What are you doing here? Its dangerous to wander around the castle at this time. The perpetrator behind the series of attacks is still at large

Perhaps its more appropriate to call you Mr. Evans, Matthew interjected thoughtfully. Of course, I know that the perpetrator behind the series of attacks is still in the castle. Im not here to find them, am I?

Evans face darkened, and she gently grasped her wand.

I suppose you must be considering harming me Matthew said calmly. But before that, Id like to request the opportunity to say a few words. I imagine you havent had a conversation with anyone in many years Look, Im alone now, and as a first-year student, I pose no threat to you.

Evans suddenly smiled.

Although she still had the face of a little boy, her smile carried a flattering expression.

Well, Wickfield, youve piqued my interest! she said with a smile. Tell me, how did you discover my true identity?

To be honest, there were too many inconsistencies. I didnt know where to start, Matthew shrugged. But fundamentally, your disguise wasnt very clever

Matthew paused and continued slowly, I suspect youve been doing your best to pass as a little boy, minimizing your interactions with others. However, some habits are hard to change in a short time

I discovered it on my own; perhaps it was just my imagination. But when several of my friends shared the same ob mmmmmservations, it wasnt our problem, but yours

a first-year boy who occasionally exhibits behaviors more commonly associated with girls. Its highly unusual!

I dont believe that Hogwarts or the Sorting Hat would make such a foolish mistake when determining a students gender. So, theres only one explanation left!

Matthew blinked slightly and concluded, Youre not the real Harry Evans; youre an impostor, arent you?i