The wheelchair-bound warrior is speedrunning Hogwarts.

Just then, Hermione's matchstick successfully transformed, and she excitedly raised her hand, "Professor! I did it!"

Professor McGonagall strode over, picked up Hermione's silver needles, examined them carefully, and nodded with satisfaction: "A very standard Transfiguration, Miss Granger, Gryffindor gets two more points."

Hermione straightened her back proudly, her eyes sparkling as she looked at Vera. "I did it too."

"Yes, very impressive." Vera returned a faint smile, secretly marveling at Hermione's truly amazing learning ability.

She was able to achieve this effect by directly analyzing Professor McGonagall's magical flow and replicating it one-to-one with the help of magical circuits, while Hermione relied entirely on her own hard skills.

As she was reflecting on this, she saw Professor McGonagall's gaze sweep across the classroom before finally settling on her. Her eyes narrowed slightly, as if she were assessing something.

Vera lowered her eyes without showing any emotion, pretending to focus on the silver needles in her hands.

She turned her head away and secretly breathed a sigh of relief only after Professor McGonagall's gaze shifted away from her.

When the bell rang, only Vera and Hermione had succeeded completely. Most of the others were clueless. Harley's match finally took the shape of a needle before the end of get out of class, but it still retained the texture of wood. It was still a significant improvement.

Before leaving, Professor McGonagall assigned homework—a paper on the basic principles of transfiguration, due next Monday.

As the students left the classroom in twos and threes, Harley carefully put her half-wood, half-metal "needle" into her pocket: "Are you all packed up?"

Vera nodded and pushed her wheelchair to leave the classroom when McGonagall, standing on the podium, suddenly called out to her, "Miss Black, please stay a moment."

Harley and Hermione glanced at Vera with concern, and Vera gave them a reassuring look: "You two go ahead, I'll catch up soon."

Once only the two of them were left in the classroom, McGonagall stared at her sternly: "Miss Black, about what happened this morning..."

Vera lowered her eyes: "I'm sorry for touching your Animagus form without permission, Professor."

Professor McGonagall raised an eyebrow slightly: "You know about the Animagus?"

“I read in an extracurricular book that wizards who can completely transform into animals while retaining human intelligence are called Animagus,” Vera replied cautiously. “But I didn’t expect it to be you.”

Professor McGonagall's lips curled up almost imperceptibly, but she maintained her serious demeanor and said, "It seems that Miss Black has a wide range of reading experience and an impressive talent for Transfiguration. It is very rare for a freshman to be able to successfully cast a Transfiguration spell on the first try."

Vera shook her head slightly: "Just lucky, Professor."

“Luck?” Professor McGonagall chuckled. “There’s no such thing as luck in Transfiguration. Your control over your magic is incredibly precise, almost unlike that of a beginner.”

“It’s probably because I did some research at home beforehand,” Vera replied softly, her fingertips unconsciously stroking the armrest of her wheelchair, her expression somewhat forlorn. “After all, I have plenty of time to… research these things.”

Professor McGonagall was silent for a moment, then finally nodded: "In any case, Miss Black, your talent should not be wasted. I look forward to seeing you in my Transfiguration Club one day."

Vera was taken aback for a moment, then smiled and said, "I will try my best, Professor."

As Vera pushed her wheelchair out of the classroom, she thoughtfully recalled the Transfiguration Club that McGonagall had just mentioned.

Although it's not mentioned in the original book, it's not surprising that Professor McGonagall, who was also the headmaster and a major subject teacher, had a Transfiguration Club since Slughorn had a Slug Club in sixth grade.

So... this can be considered McGonagall extending an olive branch to her in advance?

Author's Note: py: "Terra Succubus Raising System, But a Peaceful Office Worker"

[Host, we must save the beautiful girl with love! Change the tragic ending of the original story! Find sweet romance! Let's do something big! GO!]

"I won't do it."

My name is Yu Yachen, I am 23 years old, I live in Longmen City, and I am an ordinary office worker.

Although I've been bothered by something called "Succubus Raising Simulator," I haven't actually done any of the so-called "simulations."

Because the system determined that I was very similar to a guy named Yoshikage Kira, I gained a Stand ability called "Killer Queen," which amplified my inner desires.

Fortunately, although I sometimes turn into a deranged killer because of my desires, I always manage to escape danger and dispel the police's suspicions.

[Host! What happened to the succubus training you were promised...? Fine, this system is now issuing you the ultimate mission! Complete one simulation to obtain a Platinum Star! Complete five simulations to obtain a miracle!]

[Mission issued: Save the Reunion Movement from its decline]

"The reward is quite generous, so I'll accept it."

After a series of heroic rescues in the simulation, Yu Yachen opened her door to go to work, only to find a group of beautiful girls gathered at her door.

"Wait, what brings you all here?"

Chapter Twenty-Five: The Moving Staircase (Second Update)

As Vera was pondering, a series of hurried footsteps suddenly came from around the corner of the corridor.

Harry and Hermione peeked out from behind the pillar, their eyes filled with worry: "Vera! Did Professor McGonagall give you a hard time?"

Vera pushed her wheelchair over to them and gently shook her head: "We just talked about Transfiguration. The professor said I did quite well."

Hermione visibly relaxed, then became excited again: "Professor McGonagall's Transfiguration is amazing! I can hardly believe she can turn into a cat! And did you notice? The pattern on her glasses is exactly the same as the stripes on a cat!"

“Animagus transformations retain some human characteristics,” Vera explained softly, “such as the texture of the glasses or habitual movements.”

Hermione looked at her with admiration: "You even know this? Which book wrote it?"

With a slight chuckle at her inquisitive gaze, Vera told Hermione the book's title, and she immediately pulled out a small notebook to jot it down, muttering to herself, "Hmm, I definitely have to borrow it..."

Seeing Hermione's expression, Harley couldn't help but laugh out loud: "Hermione, do you want to become a walking encyclopedia?!"

Hermione blushed and quickly put away her notebook: "I just felt that... now that we're in the magical world, we should learn as much as possible about these things."

“It’s good to have a thirst for knowledge.” Vera nodded. “There are no classes this morning. Shall we go back to the lounge or to the library?”

Unlike in the movies, the curriculum for first-year students at Hogwarts is actually relatively relaxed, with only eleven or twelve classes a week. This is to give new students enough time to explore the castle and familiarize themselves with the roads.

Harley paused, somewhat puzzled, and asked, "The library? What are we going there for?"

Vera gently turned her wheelchair and looked towards the stairs at the end of the corridor: "Professor McGonagall just assigned this homework, aren't you going to do it?"

“This…” Harley instinctively looked troubled. As a typical Gryffindor, she would much rather explore the castle than sit in the library doing her homework.

She scratched her head and muttered, "But we still have a long way to go... Shouldn't we familiarize ourselves with the castle first? Those staircases are just too complicated..."

Vera looked at Harley's conflicted yet expectant eyes and couldn't help but soften. She turned to Hermione and asked, "What do you think?"

Hermione bit her lip, clearly torn between her thirst for knowledge and her adventurous spirit: "Hmm... I'd really like to see the rest of the castle, but if I don't finish my homework..."

Even the future Minister of Magic is still just a kid who occasionally gets caught up in his own thoughts.

Vera chuckled softly, "Then let's explore the castle first, and go to the library this afternoon."

“I have no objection!” Harley immediately raised her hand in agreement, and seeing that Hermione’s expression soften as well, she immediately pushed Vera’s wheelchair. “Let’s go! I’ve heard there are many interesting portraits and ghosts in the castle!”

The three of them walked down the corridor and began exploring the castle.

They encountered many ghosts, and most of them greeted them in a friendly manner.

Even more fortunately, they did not encounter the Prankster, who was known for playing pranks on teachers and students, throughout the entire trip. They would often hear the Prankster playing tricks on people from afar, and when they went to investigate, they would only see the students who had been pranked and no other ghostly figures.

Vera's wheelchair, thanks to the powerful levitation spell, easily navigated various staircases, much to the relief of Harley and Hermione.

"Look, there really is a moving staircase!" Hermione exclaimed in surprise, looking at a moving staircase not far away. "It's amazing!"

Harley curiously took a few steps closer to observe: "So these stairs move randomly?"

“It seems so,” Hermione shook her head. “There doesn’t seem to be a fixed timeline showing when these staircases will move or disappear.”

Vera gazed thoughtfully at the stairs not far away, secretly activating her magic circuits.

In her vision, faint golden patterns appeared on the ancient staircases—traces of ancient magic, flowing across the stone steps like living things, guiding the movement of the stairs.

However, since it is magic, there must be rules to follow.

Her gaze swept around for a moment before finally settling on an inconspicuous carving on the stair railing.

A very subtle golden light shone from a carving on the handrail, and whenever that rune lit up, the stairs would begin to move.

However, those who haven't awakened their magical circuits can't see these golden lights. Otherwise, with Hogwarts existing for so many years and so many excellent wizards, someone should have noticed the pattern long ago.

Vera looked thoughtfully at the hidden light and said gently, "It's almost noon, let's go to the auditorium to get something to eat."

No sooner had she finished speaking than Harley's stomach suddenly rumbled. She covered her stomach shyly, blinking her eyes, and said, "Then let's hurry up and go!"

Hermione wanted to continue studying the patterns in the staircase, but when she heard that they were going to the Great Hall, she had to temporarily put aside her curiosity and turn away.

Vera pushed her wheelchair, deliberately falling a few steps behind them. Her fingertips lightly touched the glowing carvings, and the entire staircase suddenly stopped moving.

She smiled excitedly, her fingers slowly moving away, and the stairs silently resumed their movement.

It is indeed possible to influence the facilities inside Hogwarts using magical circuits…

Vera immediately withdrew her hand, glanced at the stairs behind her, and pushed her wheelchair up after them.

It was lunchtime, and the auditorium was bustling with activity, with four long tables laden with all sorts of delicious food.

As soon as Harley sat down, she started piling food onto her plate, while Hermione ate while flipping through the textbook for the afternoon's Herbology class, reminding them to do their homework after class.

Vera quietly enjoyed her lunch, her gaze inadvertently sweeping over the teachers' table—Professor Quirrell was looking down, absentmindedly stirring the food on his plate, while Snape occasionally cast sharp glances toward the Gryffindor table.

“Vera,” Harley suddenly leaned closer and whispered, “why does that professor over there keep staring at us?”

Vera subtly withdrew her gaze: "That's Professor Snape, our Potions teacher. He... he might be observing the new students' performance."

Harley pouted, clearly not believing the explanation: "His eyes are so strange... Do you think Potions class will be difficult?"

"As long as you follow the steps, there won't be any problems," Vera said softly, then suddenly remembered something, "By the way, do you remember the potion knowledge I mentioned last night?"

Harley blinked: "The kind of sleeping pills made from narcissus root powder and mugwort?"

"Mm." Vera nodded, raising her lips slightly. "They're all just knowledge points; just remember them."

Although she didn't know why Vera suddenly smiled, Harley stared at the smile on her lips for a while before nodding seriously.

Chapter Twenty-Six: Daily Study Activities (Third Update)

The afternoon herbal medicine class wasn't too difficult; students only needed to learn how to identify and care for Dictamnus dasycarpus.

For Vera, the only gain besides the knowledge taught in textbooks was that she could judge the growth stage of herbs by the color of the herbs in her magic circuit.

Other more specific operations still had to be done by her personally.

The evening history of magic class was even more boring. During class, Professor Binns the Ghost would talk incessantly in a monotonous and tedious voice, while the students would scribble down names and dates in a careless manner.

Even Vera couldn't help but droop her eyelids several times in this drowsy atmosphere. When she turned her head, she found that almost everyone was in a similar state, except for Hermione, who was still writing furiously.

Top students are terrifying...

Vera gasped, turned to look at Harley, who was using a history of magic textbook as a pillow, and sighed softly.

She reached out and gently patted Harley's shoulder: "Wake up, get out of class is almost over."

Harley groggily lifted her head, her glasses askew, and there were still traces of books on her forehead: "Hmm... I fell asleep?"

"It seems Professor Binns' voice really does have a hypnotic effect," Vera teased softly, adjusting her glasses.

Harley rubbed her eyes and muttered, "I think I might have missed the whole class..."

“It’s alright,” Vera reassured, a knowing smile spreading across her face. “We can copy Hermione’s notes together.”

Harley's eyes lit up, and she and Hermione looked at each other simultaneously.

Feeling their sudden gazes, Hermione unusually showed a puzzled expression.

Soon, the first day of classes came to an uneventful end.

After dinner, the three girls dragged their tired bodies back to the Gryffindor Tower, where the portrait of the Fat Lady made way for them.

The common room was already filled with students chatting or doing their homework, the fireplace crackling warmly and comfortably.

“Tomorrow morning is Charms class,” Hermione said, flipping through the schedule, “and then Defense Against the Dark Arts… Oh dear, we need to start studying ahead!”

Harley slumped in her armchair, waving her hand weakly: "I feel like my brain has been emptied out... How does Professor Binns manage to tell the history of magic in a way that's more effective than sleeping pills?"

Hermione sat down, clutching her thick textbook, and gave her a disapproving look: "That's over a thousand years of magical history! How interesting!"

“Yeah, it was so funny I almost drooled over it in my textbook.” Harley made a little face at her.

Vera watched the two bickering, and the corners of her mouth unconsciously turned up.

She pushed her wheelchair to the desk by the fireplace and took out textbooks and parchment from the wheelchair's extended space.

"Shouldn't we start working on the herbalism homework we were assigned this afternoon?" she whispered a reminder.

Hermione exclaimed in surprise, "Right! I almost forgot!"

As she spoke, she hurriedly got up and ran towards the dormitory, saying, "Wait a minute, I'm going to get my notes!"

Harley sighed and slowly moved closer to Vera. "Do I really have to write now? My mind is still adrift in the ocean of magical history..."

Vera handed her a piece of parchment: "It's better to write now than to rush to write tomorrow. If you're lacking inspiration, I can help you organize your thoughts."

Gratefully accepting the parchment, Harley's green eyes sparkled in the firelight: "I knew it, Vera is the best!"

Caught off guard, Vera met those beautiful green eyes and paused for a moment before instinctively looking away: "It was just a small favor."