The wheelchair-bound warrior is speedrunning Hogwarts.

The wheelchair-bound warrior is speedrunning Hogwarts.

Author: Mingxi

Tags: Harry Potter, school, magic, harem

Summary:

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Transmigrated into the body of the Black family's posthumous daughter, she was given a debuff right from the start.

Looking at her own wheelchair, the bitter medicine stung her throat, and Vera angrily smashed the potion bottle.

You promised that your belief would be your magic! How come you can't even cure lower limb paralysis!

Good news: She knows ancient magic.

The bad news: The savior is a girl, and a very cute one at that.

No, this is fantastic news!

Vera, who originally just wanted to play it safe and develop her character, saw Miss Potter's pitiful green eyes and immediately pulled out her wand to start fighting!

The Dark Lord has invaded? Just open your own school's Skyfly and there shouldn't be any problem.

An ancient underground ruin has rioted? Luckily, she's short on experience points, and the demand is huge, so she can send as many as she wants.

Wait a minute... that's not what she meant by needing that!

Seeing the Savior and Know-It-All trapped in the corner, Vera couldn't help but cry out, "This is definitely not the kind of exciting battle I wanted!"

Volume 1, Year 1

Chapter One: The Black Family's Posthumous Daughter

As the sunlight faded into the night, Vera Black awoke with a start from a dull ache.

Cold sweat soaked the silk pillowcase. She struggled to open her eyes and only realized where she was when she saw the old and intricate decorations above her head.

Although she had been in this world for three days, she would still occasionally forget her new identity—Vera Black, who was said to be…the posthumous daughter of Regulus Black.

She struggled to sit up in bed, coughed softly a few times, and a sickly redness appeared between her delicate eyebrows and eyes.

Vera struggled to support herself on the edge of the bed. A familiar dull pain shot through her spine, as if countless fine needles were traveling along her bone marrow. Her seemingly non-existent lower limbs caused her an illusory stinging pain.

This is a consequence of the car accident, a torment that has never stopped since she transmigrated into this body.

She bit her lower lip, struggling to reach the wheelchair beside the bed, her slender fingers trembling on the leather armrests.

Vera took a deep breath and used all her strength to move herself into the wheelchair, finally gaining a moment to catch her breath.

She steadied her breathing, pushed her wheelchair to the window, reached out and pulled back a corner of the curtains, and the deep night immediately poured in, illuminating her pale face.

Outside the window was the Black family's desolate garden, and beside the overgrown fountain, a nightingale was pecking at berries.

"Miss, did you have another nightmare?" The house-elf Kreacher's voice rang out from outside the door, his hoarse, deep voice carrying a cautious respect. "It's time for you to take your medicine."

Even without Kreacher's reminder, the bitter smell of the medicine had already seeped in through the crack in the door, causing her stomach to convulse reflexively.

Vera's fingers paused, and the dark green velvet fabric slipped from her fingers, once again obscuring most of the outside world, leaving only a sliver of moonlight and a cool silver edge outlining her slender profile.

"Come in, Kreacher." Her voice, still slightly husky from just waking up, was a little hoarse.

The wooden door creaked slightly, and the elderly house-elf hunched over as he entered, carrying a silver tray on which sat a crystal bottle containing an eerie, emerald-green liquid.

"There was a letter this afternoon, but I haven't had a chance to give it to you yet."

Kreacher placed the medicine bottle on the bedside table, his voice slightly higher than usual. He lit the candle on the table, took out a letter sealed with wax, and respectfully handed it over.

It was a pale yellow letter, with the words written in emerald green ink on the envelope: No. 12 Grimmauld Place, second floor, left room, to Miss Vera Black.

Vera narrowed her eyes, her gaze shifting from the envelope to Kreacher's cloudy eyes, which were glistening with tears.

She let out a silent breath and bent down slightly to take the envelope, but as her sleeve slipped down, it revealed the dense burn marks from the magic potion on her wrist—souvenirs left from previous failed treatments.

Vera gently traced the patterns on the Hogwarts crest with her fingertips, unfolded it, and glanced at it quickly. Sure enough, it was exactly the same as the Hogwarts acceptance letter she had seen in her previous life.

She put down the letter and noticed that Kreacher's ears twitched, and his tennis ball-sized eyes flickered with a complex emotion she couldn't decipher.

“It was also a summer like this,” Kreacher’s low, hoarse voice choked, his bony fingers twisting the worn-out tea towel on his body, “when Master Regulus received the letter, it was also this season…”

He muttered to himself, then suddenly realized something, "It was Kreacher who spoke out of turn..."

"It's alright." Vera interrupted him softly, placed the unfolded letter on the table, picked up the medicine bottle, looked at the strange green liquid inside, and drank it down.

The moment the medicine slid down her throat, Vera's back stiffened abruptly, as if hundreds of fire ants were crawling up her esophagus and into her entire body, building nests between her bones.

Her fingernails dug deeply into the armrests, causing the leather of the wheelchair to creak under the strain.

"Miss!" Kreacher exclaimed, watching her beautiful, pale face gradually contort, and instinctively wanted to step forward.

"Get out!" Vera practically spat out the order through clenched teeth, cold sweat trickling down her forehead and soaking the stray hairs at her temples.

No one could help her; she could only grip the wheelchair armrests tightly, relying solely on her willpower to resist the burning pain.

The house-elf hesitated for a second, then disappeared with a snap.

The burning sensation from the drug gradually transformed into a strange numbness, and Vera felt her consciousness begin to float, as if it were being detached from her body.

She saw her own distorted and unrecognizable face in the mirror.

She saw the rainy night that had haunted her dreams: blinding car headlights, her Muggle foster mother screaming as she was shoved out of the car, and then... a bloody mess...

Those were the memories left to her by the original Vera, and also the nightmares she experienced every night after she transmigrated.

Vera bit her lip tightly, refusing to relax even though she could taste the rust.

She must take complete control of this body and live well in this world... She cannot faint, absolutely not.

Just as consciousness was about to be swallowed by the excruciating pain, the burning sensation of the potion suddenly disappeared.

Vera suddenly opened her eyes and found herself floating in a pitch-black void.

The wheelchair, the room, even the pain had disappeared, and beneath his feet was a giant magic circle woven from silver light.

At the core of the magic circle, a rhombus-shaped crystal slowly rose, and a line of text appeared on it:

[In the name of ancient magic, heir to the bloodline, you have passed the trial and are qualified to inherit the legacy.]

Ancient magic?

Vera frowned, and before she could react, the words instantly transformed into streams of light and entered her body.

In that instant, she seemed to see ancient wizards casting spells under the starry sky, to see the giant stone symbolizing the covenant being buried in the foundation of Hogwarts, and to see countless magical forces scattering like stardust, settling everywhere beneath her feet…

Then, the excruciating pain struck again, but this time it was a different kind of pain—

It felt as if someone poured molten metal into her veins, only to flush her bone marrow with ice water the next second.

In a daze, Vera seemed to see spiderweb-like golden patterns emerging under her skin, spreading from the scar on her wrist and gradually covering her entire body.

Before she could see clearly, her consciousness plummeted, as if she had been forcibly pulled back to reality by an invisible force.

She leaned against the armrest of her wheelchair, her chest heaving, and the crystal medicine bottle rolled onto the carpet with a dull thud.

With trembling hands, Vera half-closed her eyes and, by the candlelight, saw the potion burns on her wrist healing at a visible speed.

The gruesome burn marks had vanished without a trace, replaced by a layer of pale golden lines—they flowed slowly beneath her veins like living things, then gradually disappeared.

"...Ancient magic?"

She murmured to herself, somewhat lost in thought, and fell into deep contemplation.

Author's Note: New author, new book, thank you for your attention!

Chapter Two: Ancient Magic

Ancient magic, a term not mentioned in the Harry Potter universe but appearing in the game, was something Vera knew a little about before she transmigrated.

Unlike conventional magic, ancient magic is an extremely rare power, far more chaotic and powerful than the magic wielded by modern wizards.

Take the protagonist of Hogwarts Legacy, for example. In the later stages, he kills people as easily as eating and drinking. As long as his mana bar is full, he can easily take down dozens of people on his way to school.

It's so good that even Grindelwald would cry, and Voldemort would be devastated by it.

The hallucination she had just witnessed and the word that suddenly intruded into her mind…

No, that's definitely not an illusion.

Vera stared blankly at her wrist, now completely healed. Her fingertips gently touched the skin that had once been covered in scars; it felt smooth and cool, as if it had never been burned by the potion.

The pale gold patterns had completely disappeared, but that strange sense of power still flowed deep within his veins.

She slowly clenched her fist, and could clearly feel an unprecedented power surging within her body.

She slowly raised her head, her gaze falling on the dressing mirror in the corner of the room—the girl in the mirror was pale and thin, her silver-gray slightly curly hair sticking messily to her sweaty forehead.

And those black eyes that originally belonged to the Black family now shimmered with a faint golden halo, as if some ancient magic was burning deep within her pupils.

Vera stared at her distorted pupils in the mirror, her fingertips unconsciously touching the corner of her eye. The golden halo was fleeting like an illusion, but it left a burning afterimage on her retina.

The room was silent when suddenly a sharp pain shot through her wrist.

Vera frowned sharply as the golden lines on her wrist, which had just disappeared, reappeared. This time, they were no longer just simple veins, but gradually coalesced into a line of text—

[Magic circuit activated]

The words flickered for a moment, then vanished into tiny specks of light in the air.

Vera's breathing paused slightly as she suddenly realized that the flow of magic within her body had become clearer than ever before.

She can "see" them now.

The magic stored within her body, which was originally as elusive as mist, was now slowly flowing along her blood vessels, bones, and nerves, like ignited galaxies, eventually converging near her heart to form a miniature magic circuit.

At the center of this circuit, right where her heart was, a small crystal was already floating—the very one she had seen in the magic circle earlier.

A string of characters she couldn't understand flowed out like water. She silently pursed her lips, and after a while, she spoke in a low, hoarse voice: "Isn't it about passing on the tradition? Then explain all of this clearly in a way that I can understand."

The crystal seemed to understand her words; ripples spread across its surface, and the obscure characters gradually reformed, transforming into English that she could comprehend:

[Inheritor, welcome to the world of ancient magic.]

[You have passed the trial and are qualified to inherit the legacy.]

[Current Magic Circuit Level: Awakening - Beginner]

[Mana Reserves: 17/30]

[Mana Regeneration Speed: 6.5/hour]

The crystal resonated faintly within her body, and a new line of text appeared on her retina.

Vera's fingers tightened unconsciously, and the armrests of her wheelchair creaked slightly.

This is almost like... some kind of game interface. She squinted and tried to call out in her mind, "Show full status."

The crystal vibrated slightly, and more text appeared:

[Name: Vera Black]

[Age: 11 years old]

[属性：力（3）敏（1）魔（3）智（7）魅（8）幸（2）]

[Physical condition: Lower limb paralysis (recoverable)]

[Ancient Magic Learning Status: Not Yet Learned]

[Talents: Shadow Affinity (Black Bloodline Talent), Ancient Magic Affinity]

[Magic Circuit Bonus: Basic spell power increased by 20%, mana regeneration speed increased by 30%, spell learning speed increased by 50%]

[Magic Circuit Skill 1: Circuit Vision (Can see through residual magic on the surface of magical objects, such as Apparition traces, and identify enchanted items)]

[Magic Circuit Skill 2: Basic Healing (Passive)]

Vera's fingertips trembled slightly as her gaze remained fixed on the line displaying her physical condition.

Her throat tightened, and she almost forced the words out through clenched teeth: "My leg... can it be repaired? How can it be repaired?"

Ripples spread across the crystal's surface: [Ancient Magic - Life Reshaping (Requires Magic Circuit Level to "Mastery - High" and Magic Reserves to be 500 or higher)]

A series of footsteps came from outside the door, and Vera came to her senses, only then realizing that her fingernails were deeply embedded in her palm.

She slowly released her hand, staring at the crescent-shaped bloodstain on her palm—the wound was healing at a visible speed, and a faint golden light flashed beneath the skin.