The wheelchair-bound warrior is speedrunning Hogwarts.

She glanced at Hermione instinctively, only to find that Hermione also had a rather hesitant expression.

Vera smiled slightly, took the fabric and gently unfolded it: "This is an invisibility cloak, made from the fur of an invisible beast. Its special property is that it can make the person or object it covers invisible."

In the magical world, such items are rare and expensive, but for the old pure-blood Black family, where the whole family is in prison and only Vera remains, they are not that difficult to obtain.

So, back when school started, she had already packed the invisibility cloak into her luggage in preparation for her studies and life thereafter.

Those who have read the original books know that the Potter family also has an ancestral invisibility cloak, which is one of the famous Deathly Hallows.

However, before Voldemort attacked the Potters, Dumbledore had already noticed the wonder of the Invisibility Cloak and borrowed it from Harry's father, James Potter, to study it.

However, before he could return it, the Potters were attacked by Voldemort, and Harry, who had just turned one year old, was sent to live with her Muggle aunt and uncle.

Therefore, the Potter family's Invisibility Cloak remained in Dumbledore's hands until Harry's first Christmas at school, when Dumbledore returned it to him as a Christmas present.

The only difference between the Potter family's heirloom Deathly Hallows version of the invisibility cloak and the regular invisibility cloak is that it is "permanently effective, continuously invisible, and cannot be broken by any spell."

In other words, within the effective time frame, the invisibility effect of all invisibility cloaks is roughly the same.

At this point in time, Harley hasn't yet obtained the Potters' Invisibility Cloak, so using a regular emergency cloak is perfectly fine.

Harley and Hermione both gasped, carefully stroking the magical fabric.

“This is incredible!” Hermione exclaimed, her legs completely hidden under the Invisibility Cloak, and nothing could be seen.

Harley's eyes lit up: "With this, we can get into the prize room without anyone noticing, and Filch won't even find out!"

Vera nodded, without mentioning the pixie ghost.

After all, he could produce an invisibility cloak and explain it with his wealthy family background, but convincing the two little lions in front of him that he could play pranks on almost the entire school would definitely be met with endless questioning from them.

“Even so, we still can’t be careless,” she whispered a reminder. “When we get to the prize room and meet Malfoy, and when the duel begins, Harley, you must always wear the Invisibility Cloak in case something unexpected happens and you can’t escape.”

Harley nodded excitedly, then, as if remembering something, she couldn't help but ask worriedly, "What will you do then?"

Vera gently shook her head: "Don't worry about us. Remember, Malfoy's target is you now, Harley. As long as you're safe, Hermione and I will find a way to escape."

She unfolded her invisibility cloak and gestured for the two to come closer: "This invisibility cloak is enough to cover the three of us. As long as we are careful, we won't be discovered."

Harley and Hermione exchanged a glance and nodded simultaneously.

Midnight arrived quickly, and the three girls huddled together under the invisibility cloak, carefully making their way through the castle's corridors.

“This invisibility cloak is amazing,” Hermione exclaimed softly. “It can cover up three people.”

Vera put her index finger to her lips, signaling Hermione to be quiet.

Her movements as she pushed the wheelchair were almost silent; a powerful levitation spell kept the wheelchair suspended an inch off the ground, perfectly avoiding any sound.

“The prize display room is just around the corner,” Harley whispered, illuminating the path ahead with her oil lamp. “Do you think Malfoy will really come?”

“He must come,” Vera replied softly, “for the honor of the Malfoy family.”

In fact, pure-blood families have had their share of despicable acts in the past, but in modern society, these so-called pure-bloods have become more concerned about their family reputation.

Of course, if Draco's father, Lucius, were in the same situation, there would definitely be a different solution.

But what can you do when young Malfoy is only 11 years old? Kids this age have a strong sense of self-esteem and are easily provoked.

"Shh!" Harley suddenly stopped, signaling everyone to be quiet. A soft footstep and a meow came from ahead.

“It’s Filch and his cat!” Hermione whispered in horror.

Vera immediately reached out and covered Hermione's mouth, lowering her voice to say, "Don't make a sound."

They held their breath, watching Filch and Mrs. Lorris walk past. Only after their footsteps had completely disappeared did Harley breathe a sigh of relief: "That was close..."

Only then did Vera slightly loosen her hand from Hermione's face and whisper, "Sorry, it was an emergency."

"Um...no, it's nothing," Hermione replied softly, her face flushing red to her ears beneath the Invisibility Cloak.

However, Vera, who was only focused on getting to her destination as quickly as possible, did not notice her expression at all.

Soon, the three stopped in front of the prize display room. Vera gestured for them to wait, then pushed her wheelchair closer to the crack in the door, her magical circuits gleaming in her eyes.

A moment later, she returned to her companions.

“There’s no one inside, and there’s no ambush,” she said. “Let’s go in first.”

Hermione bit her lip nervously: "Could this be a trap? Malfoy might have already told Filch."

Vera smiled slightly: "That suits me just fine."

Harley blinked in confusion, but didn't have time to ask any more questions.

The three of them quietly slipped into the prize display room, where various trophies, shields, and medals shimmered faintly in the moonlight. Vera gestured for them to hide behind a row of tall display cases.

"What do we do now?" Harley asked, instinctively gripping Vera's armrest.

Vera gently patted Harley's hand: "Wait a minute, there are still a few minutes until midnight."

As she spoke, she turned around and looked around. Although she had come here in advance to scout out the location and made some arrangements during the day, the prize display room at night still gave her a different feeling.

Moonlight streamed through the high windows, casting dappled shadows on the ancient trophies and shields, as if each exhibit was telling the story of Hogwarts' long history.

Hermione looked around anxiously: "What if Malfoy doesn't come? We can't just wait here all night."

Vera's gaze fell on the doorway, and a slight smile appeared on her lips: "Don't rush... look at this."

Perhaps influenced by her relaxed voice, Harley followed her gaze and saw a gold trophy engraved with the name James Potter in the cabinet.

James Potter is Harley's father.

Chapter Thirty-Eight: Battle Resonance Value

Harley's eyes widened instantly. She involuntarily moved closer to the trophy, her fingers lightly touching the glass case: "This is my dad's trophy!"

"The Quidditch trophy? It says 'James Potter, Hogwarts Best Chaser, 1972' on it!" Hermione chimed in curiously. "Harley, your dad was also a member of the Gryffindor Quidditch team!"

Harley's green eyes gleamed in the moonlight as she turned to Vera, her face beaming with barely concealed excitement: "Vera, you knew this all along?"

Vera nodded slightly: "I saw it when I passed by during the day. I think you might be interested."

Harley smiled and hugged Vera tightly: "Thank you for telling me this!"

For a moment, Vera stiffened, feeling somewhat lost.

Just as she was about to say something, her ears twitched as she heard footsteps outside the door.

The three girls immediately became alert, and Hermione quickly pulled a corner of the Invisibility Cloak over them.

They quickly hid behind a tall display case, holding their breath. Harry unconsciously gripped her wand, but Vera gently took her wrist.

The door was gently pushed open, and three figures sneaked in furtively.

Under the moonlight, Malfoy's face appeared somewhat pale as he warily scanned the showroom.

"Hmph, I knew they wouldn't come." His arrogant voice echoed in the empty room, and he kicked the display case next to him impatiently.

Crabbe scratched his head awkwardly: "Maybe she's scared?"

Goyle chimed in, "Definitely! I heard Potter grew up among Muggles, he probably doesn't even know what a duel is!"

Malfoy's lips curled into a smug smile: "Hmph, tomorrow the whole school will know that the so-called savior is nothing but a coward!"

Harley's fists were clenched so tightly that Vera could almost feel her wrists trembling slightly in her palms.

"Don't rush, listen to me first..." She leaned closer to Harley, her lips brushing against Harley's earlobe as she moved slightly, causing the other to tremble slightly.

But soon, as Vera's soft voice rang in her ears, her eyes lit up slightly, and she turned to look at Vera with some disbelief.

Only after receiving Vera's approval did she nod, secretly putting the Invisibility Cloak into her pocket. She told Hermione to stay there for the time being, and then pushed Vera out with her.

“We’re here, Malfoy!” Harley shouted.

Malfoy whirled around, a flicker of panic in his grey eyes: "Where...where did you all come from?"

“Enough with the small talk,” Vera raised an eyebrow. “We’re here on time. Now, it’s time to keep your promise, cousin Draco.”

"From now on, you are forbidden from using that term of address—"

Malfoy frowned in disgust, his hand instinctively reaching for his wand inside his robes, but before he could fully pull it out, Vera beat him to it.

"Except your weapons!"

A dazzling red light flashed, and Malfoy's wand flew out of his hand, heading towards Vera.

She caught it steadily and twirled it in her hand beautifully.

“You—” Malfoy’s face turned deathly pale instantly.

Even he didn't expect that he would fall into the same trap twice.

[Defeat opponent x1, Resonance Value +5]

[Current Battle Resonance Value: 5. During this battle, casting speed is increased by 5%, magic power by 5%, and all basic attributes by 5%. Continuing to defeat enemies will grant new bonuses. This value will be reset to zero after the battle ends.]

Seeing the information flashing on her retina, Vera slightly curled her lips and looked at the two henchmen behind him, "Are you scared?"

Crabbe and Goyle exchanged a glance, somewhat annoyed, and tried to draw their wands, but Vera once again froze them in place with a petrification charm each.

Vera pushed her wheelchair slowly closer to Malfoy, her long, silver-gray hair gleaming coldly in the moonlight: "Now, you've lost."

Malfoy's lips trembled: "This isn't fair! You attacked us from behind!"

"A sneak attack?" Harley sneered. "Who provoked her first? Who insulted Vera in the auditorium?"

Malfoy took a step back, his back against the display case: "I... I just..."

"You're not convinced, are you?" Vera looked with interest at the 15 resonance points she had gained after defeating three people in a row. She calculated in her mind the experience points and magic power she would convert into, and still feeling it wasn't enough, she tossed her wand to him. "Want to try again?"

“Vera!” Harley put her arm around her shoulder, a little worried.

"It's alright, I want to try again." Vera turned her head and whispered a reassuring remark before turning back to look at the seemingly fierce but actually cowardly young master in front of her.

Theoretically speaking, as long as the battle is not over, the resonance value can be accumulated indefinitely, and the experience points and magic power limit gained afterward will be even more considerable.

Since Malfoy has provoked her so openly, it doesn't seem like there's any problem with her treating him like an experience point and grinding him down a few more times, right?

Holding the wand that Vera had thrown at him with trepidation, a hint of hesitation and struggle flashed in Malfoy's grey eyes.

He glanced down at his wand, then looked up at Vera sitting in her wheelchair, a hint of ruthlessness appearing on her pale face.

"You think I'm afraid of you?" Malfoy gritted his teeth, raising his wand. "Faint—"

"Yugadimurleviosa!"

Vera was faster than him. She uttered a levitation spell, and Malfoy floated up into the air. Even his wand fell to the ground again due to the fear of being suspended in mid-air.

[Defeat 4 opponents, current battle resonance value: 20]

Vera looked at the prompt on her retina with satisfaction and pushed the wheelchair closer: "Shall we continue, cousin Draco?"

Malfoy, suspended in mid-air, looked extremely pale. He struggled to grab onto something, but could only flailing his arms and legs in vain: "Put me down! You damn cripple!"

Upon hearing this, not only did Vera frown, but even Harley trembled with anger. She lunged forward, pointing her wand directly at Malfoy: "Dare you say that again?!"

Malfoy struggled in the air, but still stubbornly insisted, "I said she's a cripple! So what? It's a fact!"

Harley's green eyes burned with fury, and the tip of her wand began to gleam with a dangerous light.

Vera gently raised her hand to stop her: "Don't be impulsive, Harley."

She pushed her wheelchair to stand directly beneath Malfoy, looked up at the boy trapped by the levitation spell, and said in a soft but cold voice, "Draco, it seems you still haven't learned to respect others."

Since that's the case, then we shouldn't blame her anymore.

Author's Note: This is from the article "I Transmigrated to a Broken World, Yet My Dreams Connect Me to Star Iron?"

Chapter Thirty-Nine: Mischievous Ghost's Assistance

It landed with a thud.

With a gentle wave of Vera's wand, Malfoy fell from mid-air.

However, because of the preparations she had made beforehand, Vera did not go too far.

[Defeat 5 opponents, current battle resonance value: 25]

A moment later, Malfoy grimaced as he got up from the ground, seemingly unharmed, and even had time to pick up the wand he had left behind.

He glared fiercely at Vera: "You just wait! What if my father finds out—"

"Know what? Know that you broke school rules by coming out for a duel in the middle of the night?" Vera sneered. "Know that I've disarmed you twice already, and you're almost unable to get up now?"

Malfoy's face grew even uglier, his gray eyes flashing with anger and resentment, but even more so with fear.

Even as he raised his wand with trembling hands, he hesitated to utter any more spells.