The wheelchair-bound warrior is speedrunning Hogwarts.

The gentle smile on his lips stiffened, and his voice took on a barely perceptible chill: "I understand your unease, but great opportunities always come with risks."

Don't you want to witness firsthand the true treasures left behind by Salazar Slytherin? That would be an opportunity that could change your life.

Fake Vera lowered her head, her hands tightly clasped together, her body trembling slightly, as if she were engaged in a fierce internal struggle.

In reality, she was just waiting for Vera's instructions.

Finally, as if she had made a tremendous decision, she raised her head and said, "Okay, Tom, I believe you. But... but you have to promise that if there's any danger, you'll take me away immediately!"

Tom finally broke into a genuine, almost joyful smile, a smile that even softened the inherent gloom between his brows, making him appear exceptionally handsome and dangerous.

“Of course, my dear Miss Sail.” He nodded gracefully, his voice as soft as a viper’s whisper, “I swear in the name of Slytherin that I will never let you come to harm…”

So…when will we begin this great exploration and become the discoverers of history?

"How about the day after tomorrow?" the fake Vera said softly, her fingers still nervously curled. "How about the afternoon of the day after tomorrow? It's Halloween, and school will give us a half-day off..."

“Very good.” Tom smiled, his figure slowly fading in the mental space constructed by the anchor point. “Looking forward to seeing you the day after tomorrow, Miss Sail.”

As his presence completely vanished, Vera immediately severed her connection with the mental anchor, and her consciousness returned to her physical body.

She leaned back in her wheelchair, feeling a slight mental fatigue, but more than that, an excitement at the successful progress of her plan.

Tom Riddell did indeed reveal a lot of key information.

Although the process was fraught with difficulties, and she had to constantly play the role of a cowardly Hufflepuff, the gains were worthwhile, especially in verifying how to avoid the Basilisk's gaze.

A mirror is the simplest, but not reliable enough. She can't exactly use a mirror to observe the basilisk while she's fighting, can she?

And there is still a risk of being petrified.

As for animal sacrifice... she would not consider such an evil method.

So, only the last one remains.

The so-called spirit fixation is essentially just using a transparent object to block the basilisk's view.

Although there are many ghosts at Hogwarts, they are not tools that can be used at will.

Besides, what right does she have to fix a spirit that can wander around freely?

Therefore, she doesn't need a ghost or any other spirit; what she needs is something like a pair of glasses.

Or more precisely, a type of magical goggles that can filter, refract, or block specific magical wavelengths, such as the basilisk's deadly gaze.

This idea had already taken shape in Vera's mind, and she had made preliminary preparations. What Tom revealed today was merely to verify her conjecture.

Now that her guess was correct, she has taken advantage of the free time these past two days to put it into practice.

After leaving the Room of Requirement, she went straight to the library.

At that time, Hermione was doing her homework in the library. When she saw her coming from the doorway, she immediately put down her quill and waved to her.

Then, under the immediate gaze of Mrs. Pince, the librarian, he awkwardly lowered his hand.

"Good afternoon, Hermione." Vera pushed her wheelchair over, greeted her softly, and then turned to look around. "Where's Harley?"

Before Hermione could speak, Lavender beside her said first, "She went to training. She insisted on going even though it was raining so hard outside!"

Vera was stunned for a moment before she realized what was happening and quickly greeted her and Parvati next to her.

In the original book, Hermione was roommates with these two girls. Although they are not as close now, they can still do homework together in the library.

Especially when neither he nor Harley are around.

She pushed her wheelchair closer to Hermione, and before she could speak, Hermione asked curiously, "Why are you at the library so early today? I guess... you didn't come here specifically to see me, right?"

Vera, whose secret had been exposed, gave an awkward twitch of her lips.

Normally, she would stay in the Room of Requirement at this time, and wouldn't come out until it was almost dinner time.

Although it was still pouring rain outside, it was only a little before four in the afternoon. Hermione really knew her better than she had imagined.

“Yes,” Vera did not deny it, and explained in a low voice, “I wanted to look up some information.”

Hermione gave her a "I knew it" look, rolled up her newly finished paper, and asked seriously, "What are you looking for? Do you need my help?"

Vera hesitated for a moment. She hadn't really wanted to bother Hermione, since her own affairs were still a bit troublesome.

But... faced with Hermione's expectant gaze, the words of refusal that were on the tip of his tongue were swallowed back down.

Okay, it should be fine if Hermione helps out a little within reasonable limits.

"Then... let me go in and take a look first." She looked at the bookshelf area not far away.

Hermione raised an eyebrow, glanced subtly at the two female classmates beside her, and nodded knowingly.

She turned and greeted them, then pushed Vera's wheelchair, gliding familiarly into the deeper, more secluded sections of the library.

"What is it about?" Hermione asked in a low voice, her gaze sweeping over the towering bookshelves on either side. "Ancient runes? Or magic circles? I've noticed you've been reading a lot of books on these lately."

“Some…protective magical applications,” Vera answered vaguely, her gaze quickly sweeping over the title on the spine of the book, “regarding…special protection related to vision.”

"Visual protection?" Hermione frowned slightly, looking even more confused. "What does it protect against? Bright light? Illusions? Or... some kind of specific magical damage?"

Her mind was extremely sharp, and she immediately connected many possibilities.

Vera hesitated for a moment, then decided to reveal some information: "It leans more towards... countering a kind of negative magical effect transmitted through sight."

Hermione nodded as if she understood, and although she was still curious, she didn't press Vera for details, and instead began to help her look for relevant books.

"Visual magic protection... I remember some basic theories were mentioned in Chapter Seven of 'Tracing the Origins of Protective Magic'..."

Hermione muttered to herself as she precisely pulled a thick tome from the middle shelf. "And there's something in 'A Study of Medieval Magical Instruments' that mentions the working principle of goggles that can ward off evil curses..."

Her familiarity with the library's collection was astonishing; she quickly piled up several related books on Vera's wheelchair armrest.

Vera was speechless with astonishment.

Although she already knew where the book she was looking for was, it was only after she had been sneaking into the library every day for some time and with the help of the Castle's Will that she finally found the book she wanted.

Hermione, on the other hand, relies entirely on her memory.

Vera had no doubt that the books Hermione had drawn were ones she had already read.

“But those might not be deep enough…” Hermione’s fingertips traced the spine of another row of books, her brow furrowing slightly. “If you’re referring to older, more obscure protective spells, I remember a book called ‘Hidden Magic Protection’.”

It mentions that wizards can use the principle of gemstones refracting and absorbing specific magical wavelengths to…

Vera's heart skipped a beat.

Hermione's unintentional pointing direction happened to coincide with her initial idea!

By using specially treated crystal or gemstone lenses, the deadly magical elements in the basilisk's gaze can be filtered out, making it safe to look into its eyes.

Moreover, that book was indeed the one I had been looking for from the very beginning.

“The Obscure Magic Guardian Spell?” Vera repeated, trying to make her tone sound like she was only interested rather than eager. “It sounds very obscure. Can I take a look?”

Hermione stood on tiptoe and carefully searched the top shelf, which was covered in a little dust. Her finger finally stopped on a thick book with a dark blue cover and some peeling gold lettering on the spine.

“This is it.” She carefully pulled the book out, blew the dust off the cover, and handed it to Vera. “The content is very profound; I’ve only skimmed through it before.”

Vera took the heavy tome, her fingertips tracing the intricate and mysterious patterns on the cover, her heart pounding slightly with anticipation.

She whispered, "Thank you, Hermione, this should be helpful."

"I'm glad I could help you." Hermione smiled, her eyes shining with pure joy for her friend.

“However,” she looked at Vera, “what special protection are you taking? Have you encountered some trouble?”

Vera looked up and met her friend's concerned gaze.

The rain pattered outside the window, and the library was dimly lit, with only the lamp on Mrs. Pince's table in the distance emitting a warm glow.

She pursed her lips and said after a while, "It's just some theoretical deductions. I want to make a fun little gadget. Once it's successful, I'll let you be the first person to see it."

This promise clearly pleased Hermione, whose eyes lit up as she temporarily suppressed her curiosity: "So mysterious... but you'd better remember what you said!"

“Hmm.” Vera curled her lips. After all, Tom Riddle and the Basilisk weren’t human.

Hermione smiled, glanced at the pile of books on Vera's wheelchair, and hesitated before asking, "Should I return these... first?"

“No need,” Vera shook her head, patting the books Hermione had found for her on her lap. “I’m quite interested in these too, thank you for finding them for me.”

Hermione's smile deepened, and a slight blush crept onto her face: "You're welcome!"

"But," Vera couldn't contain her curiosity, "did you read all of these books?"

“Of course not!” Hermione paused, then poked her shoulder with a hint of annoyance. “I only read part of it! Besides… you’ve been reading similar books before, so I paid more attention.”

Vera's heart skipped a beat, and she lowered her head and chuckled softly.

Well, she should have known this would happen.

The two exchanged a few more quiet words about their homework before Hermione returned to her original spot to continue studying with Lavender and Parvati.

Vera pushed her wheelchair to a quiet corner and eagerly opened the book "Hidden Magic Guardian".

The pages were yellowed, exuding the stale scent of ink and the distinctive aroma of parchment.

The text inside was difficult and obscure, filled with ancient terms and complex magic circles, but Vera read it with extreme concentration.

As she absorbed knowledge, her thinking became clearer and clearer.

The basilisk's gaze is essentially a powerful magical attack transmitted through its gaze. Therefore, theoretically, if a material that can effectively block or neutralize this specific magical frequency could be found and made into a lens...

Time flew by as she focused on her reading, until the library windows were completely dark, and Mrs. Pince began impatiently tidying her desk and signaling that the library was closing. Only then did Vera look up from her sea of ​​books.

She carefully borrowed a few of her most important books, placed them under her wheelchair, and then returned to the Gryffindor Tower.

Chapter Eleven: Halloween Eve (Bounty 5k)

The next day, the rain fell even harder, with dense raindrops pounding against the windows of Hogwarts, making a continuous pattering sound.

The hall was noisier than usual, as the young wizards discussed tomorrow's Halloween feast.

Harley returned a little late; her team uniform was soaked through with rain, and her hair was wet and stuck to her forehead, but her green eyes sparkled with the excitement of post-training.

Worried that she would catch a cold, Vera took out her wand and cast a drying spell on her.

As a warm breeze swept precisely across Harley, a cloud of white steam rose up, quickly drying her soaked uniform and hair.

"Thanks!" Harley squinted comfortably, like a cat whose fur had been stroked. She plopped down between Vera and Hermione, picked up a pumpkin pie, and took a big bite.

“Wood’s gone mad!” she complained again. “He said he wants to try a new double-team tactic in this afternoon’s practice…”

She talked enthusiastically about the training, while Vera and Hermione listened quietly, occasionally interjecting a few words.

Before lunch was even over, Harley was called out by Wood again.

This time, however, Vera cast a waterproof and moisture-proof spell on her before she left.

By the afternoon, the rain showed no signs of letting up.

Vera maneuvered her wheelchair alone and entered the Room of Requirement once again.

But this time, as she passed the door, she thought about needing a room where she could hide things.

So, as expected, after pushing open the door, she saw a room filled with all sorts of strange and unusual items.

Faded tapestries, broken furniture, stacks of boxes teetering on the brink of collapse, and countless dusty bottles, jars, and strange instruments almost filled the space, leaving only narrow passageways.

The air was filled with the scents of dust, old parchment, and some faint, indescribable magical material.

Vera stood up abruptly, her breasts gleaming faintly.

She carefully avoided a bronze monster statue on the ground that was yawning, her eyes searching through the mountain of contraband.

The mechanism of the Room of Requirement is very clear: different people make the same request at different times, and the same room will be generated.

What's piled up here are things that students and even teachers have wanted to hide since the school opened a thousand years ago.

They had the same request at different times—to have a room to hide things in, and then they went in and threw their things into a pile of contraband.

But Vera wasn't there to throw things away this time; she was there to find something, following the castle's instructions.

Struggling through a narrow alleyway amidst the treasure trove, she felt like a junk collector, desperately trying to scavenge parts with a budget of two hundred to assemble a computer capable of playing AAA games.

She even sensed the direction of Ravenclaw's crown through the sensing of her magical circuits.

That was also one of Voldemort's Horcruxes.

However, she hasn't dealt with the diary yet, and she's unsure if taking the crown rashly will cause some strange reaction with the diary.

For example, there are strange situations like combining two small Horcrux fragments into a single Soul Fragment, or placing three Horcruxes together to create a three-in-one match...

Now that we're in the magical world, anything is possible, so who knows what might happen?