Professor of Gemology at Hogwarts

"How's it going?" McGonagall saw Gray, Snape, and Flitwick emerge from the pipe mouth first, and hurriedly walked to them, "Where are the others?"

"They will arrive shortly." Flitwick said in a happy mood, "There is indeed a basilisk down there. We successfully dealt with it and no one was injured! It's been a long time since I moved my muscles and bones, especially those offensive spells-"

"Okay, that's great. The school has finally solved this hidden danger." McGonagall was very envious of Flitwick.

"Are you back?" Myrtle floated over faintly and said to Gray in frustration, "Oh - you are still alive..."

"What do you mean?" Gray asked angrily.

"I've already planned a future where we share a bathroom after you die."

"Oh, that's not necessary..." Gray cleaned himself up, "I won't die for a while."

"What if?" Myrtle blinked.

"..."

I have to say that this conversation made Gray very unhappy.

She glanced around and found that there was no sign of Harry, and she expressed surprise and expectation: "Where's Harry? He's dead! Is that so?"

"No!" Harry's voice came from the pipe.

Fox flew up with Dumbledore, Sprout, and Harry.

"What a pity." Myrtle was very disappointed.

"There's no need to sound so disappointed." Harry said with a straight face.

"Okay, the basilisk issue has been solved for the time being. Next we need to find out who opened the secret room and what method he used." Dumbledore touched Fox, "As planned just now, we need to arrange theft sensors curse."

"What are you going to do?" Myrtle flew around and came back.

"Put up a burglary charm to see who is trying to break into the ladies' room," Gray said.

"Myrtle, have you seen anyone enter the bathroom before?" Mag raised his head and looked at Myrtle floating in the air.

Harry winked wildly, he didn't want anyone to know about the Polyjuice Potion.

"No!" Myrtle looked at the two of them through her half-draped bangs, "I didn't see anyone - who would come here? Unless it's someone who likes me -"

"Please be serious, Myrtle..." Mag pursed her lips.

"Don't you believe that you like me? I know there are many haters! Those who make fun of me don't want to come in! They call me Fat Myrtle behind my back!"

"It's over..." Harry whispered.

"They call me ugly Myrtle! Poor, sniveling, sullen Myrtle! Pimple-faced Myrtle!" and as she spoke she began to scream.

"Okay." Mag was a little irritated by the noise, "We need to set up the spell, I hope you won't run around."

But Myrtle ignored them, got into the toilet, and splashed water everywhere.

Everyone walked out of the bathroom, Mag waved her magic wand, and a magic spell was placed at the entrance of the women's bathroom.

"Well, thank you for your hard work tonight," Dumbledore said. "Harry, I think you should wash your face while you're here, and then change into clean clothes and have a good night's sleep."

Harry nodded and Professor McGonagall escorted him back.Sprout was going to check out her greenhouse.

Gray wanted to find Filch about tonight's matter, so he left first, but when he arrived at the administrator's office on the first floor, he found that there was no one there.

"Maybe it's time to go on patrol." Gray thought to himself.

He walked past the third greenhouse and saw a light inside.

Filch was just like Mrs. Norris when she was attacked, with tears on her face and a small broom in her hand, sweeping the ashes and leaves into a pile and putting them into a bag.

Next to him, Sprout was repairing the umbrella flowers that were blackened by smoke. Huge flower umbrellas hung from the ceiling. The greenhouse that was originally full of floral fragrance now only smells of burning.

"I have already cleaned the table while you were away, Pomona." Filch put down the broom and wiped his nose.

"Oh - oh, thank you, Filch." Sprout said, "I didn't even have time to deal with this. Thank you for your help. There are so many things that happened tonight. I didn't expect it to be so late today. I I need to finish the umbrella flowers tonight. It seems that the students will not be able to come here for class tomorrow..."

Filch walked out of it holding the bag.

"It's Professor Morris." Filch found Gray standing at the door, "It's... it's a basilisk, right? Did you just go fight the basilisk...?"

"Yes, there was a basilisk in the secret room. We killed it, but we don't know who opened the secret room. We are still investigating."

The two of them talked as they walked.

"It must be Potter!" Filch's face twisted together again.

"There is no evidence yet, but you can pay more attention to the students who go to Myrtle's bathroom. We have placed a spell at the door, and anyone who breaks in will be immediately known. We can't tell the students yet that the basilisk has been solved. Uh, remind me, recently You can't clean there, be careful of touching the induction charm." Gray looked at Filch's ferocious expression, and he seemed to be eager to feed Harry to the basilisk.

"I wish I could, Myrtle always makes the floor wet!"

Filch was still angry, so he squeezed the bag hard, and the ashes in the bag popped out, covering his face with ashes.

"You want to help with the greenhouse, right? I just cleaned it up while you guys were dealing with the basilisk. Look -" Filch raised the bag in his hand, "The other plants are fine, why is Mander the only one?" Pull grass..."

"Don't worry, Mr. Filch, the Mandrake matter will definitely be solved." Gray stopped, "By the way, did you meet any suspicious people tonight? Before and after the fire, I found Someone came into my office."

Filch's eyes widened and he turned around twice. He was recalling what happened before: "No, I didn't see anyone. Did some troublesome students enter your office? I will focus on the fourth floor next time! I definitely won't Let those disobedient students run away!"

"..." Gray nodded.

Only then did Gray realize that the two of them had reached the castle gate.

"I want to dump these ashes..." Filch walked to the wall at the entrance of the castle and dumped the bag full of ashes on the wall at the entrance of the castle while muttering, "I hope Dumbledore can find Mander." Damn it...Mrs. Norris..."

There are no clues now, and Filch has not seen anyone suspicious. It seems that his office also needs to install a theft induction charm, just like Umbridge did before.

Gray walked to the fourth floor. There were very few portraits on this corridor.There is no other way but to wait until tomorrow to ask. They are all sleeping now.

"You dodged me! Boy!" A voice suddenly came.

Gray held up the wand that emitted light and looked at the sound.

"Ouch! Put it out!"

It was a portrait, hanging at the corner of the corridor, and the person inside was covering his eyes.

"Tsk! Turn it off! Can't you hear it?!"

Gray extinguished his wand.

"Huh...really..." The portrait put down the hand covering his eyes, revealing his pale face, without a beard, and his medieval European medium-length curly hair hanging unkemptly on his shoulders.

"Excuse me."

The portrait gave him a disgusted look: "Okay, now I can't sleep. I had insomnia. I finally fell asleep but you disturbed me! You must not know who I am, otherwise you will definitely regret it!"

"What's your name?" Gray wanted to see more clearly, but the dark environment forced him to move his face closer.

"Emory Switch!" Switch raised his chin and looked at Gray arrogantly.

"Hello, Switch."

Switch seemed even more angry: "Why aren't you surprised?"

"Surprised? Why..." Gray was confused.

"Emory Switch! Emery Switch! Emery Switch! Author of The Beginner's Guide to Transfiguration!"

Switch yelled loudly, which forced Gray, who had been approaching him, to take a step back and keep his distance. Gray seemed to understand why he was hung here, and it was estimated that not many portraits were willing to chat with him.

It seems that the person in the portrait is a bit arrogant. If I want to ask him if he has seen a suspicious person, I have to follow his wishes first.

"Ah - I know! The famous Mr. Emery Switch! I thought it was the same name just now. After all, I can't believe that I can meet Mr. Emery Switch here! You must know that you are a great person. An expert in transfiguration and the most outstanding writer! Now that I think about it, this is really a ridiculous idea. How could anyone dare to have the same name as you!"

After hearing these words, Emery Switch was obviously in a much better mood. The corners of his mouth could not restrained from rising up, and he finally chuckled.

Why not ask him now while he is in a good mood.

"Mr. Switch, I want to ask you something."

"Full name, Mr. Emery Switch, but considering it's our first meeting, I don't blame you. Tell me! What's the matter?" Emery Switch smiled.

"Did you see anyone suspicious coming or passing by tonight?"

"You're up late at night and waving a wand around. I think you're suspicious." Emery Switch said angrily.

Gray remembered that he had just asked to be called by his full name.

"Mr. Emery Switch, did you see anyone here?"

"Oh - of course, of course." His attitude immediately became much better than the previous sentence, "Well... Let me think about it, there are many students passing by here, but there are not many people tonight... I have seen you!"

What a strange person... His attitude changed too quickly. Is it possible that his temper when writing books is so weird?

"Mr. Emery Switch, who else but me? After I passed by here at night."

"Don't worry! No matter how good a person is, he still needs time to think!" Switch touched his chin, "I thought of it! A red-haired girl is a student!"

"Red-haired girl?"