The wheelchair-bound warrior is speedrunning Hogwarts.

In the original story, Cerberus is a magical creature that Hagrid kept to guard the Philosopher's Stone. Its only weakness is that music can put it to sleep.

Perhaps next time, I can try to subdue it again when it's drowsy.

Vera gently closed her eyes, her magic circuits flowing slowly through her body, displaying the resonance values ​​from the battle just now.

With the end of the battle, this portion of resonance value has been converted.

After conversion, the 25 resonance points increased the maximum magic power by 5 points, and the magic circuit experience also increased from 62 points to 87 points. The breakthrough to the initial stage of mastery is just around the corner.

At first, Vera thought that the experience points she gained by constantly learning and practicing spells were already fast enough, but she didn't expect that the experience points gained from battles would be ridiculously high.

If such gains can be achieved simply by defeating Malfoy, then we must make this kind of activity a regular and large-scale activity in the future, striving to quickly improve our strength and recover our legs as soon as possible.

After the initial excitement subsided, an overwhelming sense of exhaustion washed over Vera, and her breathing gradually calmed down.

She unconsciously curled up and hugged Knox even tighter.

The kitten purred contentedly in her arms, its warm body rising and falling with each breath.

……

On Saturday morning, as sunlight streamed into the dormitory through the window, Hermione was already dressed and sitting at her desk, flipping through her textbooks.

Vera pushed her wheelchair to the window and saw Harley sleeping soundly, hugging a pillow, her black hair disheveled and spread across her face.

"Should we wake her up?" Hermione turned her head and asked softly. "Hagrid's tea party is this morning, and she has to go to Quidditch training afterwards."

Clearly, Hermione has figured out Harley's upcoming schedule.

Vera gently shook her head: "Let her sleep a little longer. She used up too much energy last night, and she needs to save her energy for the Quidditch training later."

She pushed the wheelchair to Harley's bedside and gently brushed the stray hairs from the girl's face.

Harley wrinkled her nose in her sleep and rubbed against the pillow like a kitten, but didn't wake up.

Hermione seemed to sense something and looked at Vera's profile with a puzzled expression: "Vera...why do I sometimes feel like you're attracted to Harley..."

"What's wrong?" Vera withdrew her hand and turned to look at Hermione as if nothing had happened.

Hermione hesitated for a moment, seemingly choosing her words carefully: "It's just... sometimes I feel like you pay special attention to Harley."

After an unusual silence in the room, Vera's eyelashes cast faint shadows in the morning light before she finally said, "She is the 'savior,' and the entire magical world is watching her."

Hermione frowned. "What you're saying is different from what I mean, but... well... I can't quite put my finger on why."

At least she could tell that most of the people around her looked at Harley with curiosity or eagerness, while there were also guys like Malfoy who deliberately put on a disdainful and contemptuous attitude.

But Vera was different. Although Hermione, who was only eleven years old, couldn't quite put her finger on what it felt like, her girlish intuition told her that Vera was different from Harry.

This conclusion sometimes leaves Hermione, caught in the middle of the three-person friendship, feeling somewhat lost.

After all, strictly speaking, Hermione Granger didn't make many friends in elementary school, and her understanding of friendship was almost nonexistent.

But the more this happens, the more unconsciously I feel I want to pay more attention to these two hard-won friends.

Vera was silent for a moment, then suddenly asked softly, "Hermione, what kind of person do you think Harley is?"

Hermione paused for a moment, then thought for a while before answering, "She's brave and kind, and although she can be a bit impulsive at times, she's always willing to help others... What's wrong?"

“It’s nothing.” Vera pushed her wheelchair toward the window. “I was just curious about your opinion.”

Hermione wanted to ask more questions, but was interrupted by a sudden noise from the bed.

"Hmm... what time is it?" Harley opened her eyes groggily, her glasses perched crookedly on her nose, her black hair a mess like a bird's nest.

“Nine-thirty,” Hermione turned to her immediately. “You have a tea appointment with Hagrid at ten, followed by Quidditch practice.”

Harley sat bolt upright: "What? I overslept!"

She jumped out of bed in a flurry, grabbed her school robe, and threw it on: "Hermione! Why didn't you wake me up sooner!"

Hermione shrugged helplessly: "Vera said you should sleep a little longer..."

Harley paused for a moment, turned to look at Vera, a hint of hesitation flashing in her green eyes, but quickly returned to their usual brightness: "Then I'll go wash up now! I'll be done soon!"

She grabbed her toiletries and rushed into the bathroom, leaving Hermione and Vera laughing in unison.

“By the way,” Harley asked, popping her head out as she squeezed toothpaste, “Vera, are you really not coming with us? I can carry you!”

“Don’t be silly,” Vera said gently. “Hagrid’s cabin is so far away, and you’ll need to save your strength for training later… Go ahead, and remember to say hello to Hagrid for me.”

After Harley and Hermione left, the dormitory finally quieted down.

Vera pushed her wheelchair to the window and watched the two girls walk across the lawn toward Hagrid's cabin.

Knox leaped lightly onto the windowsill, his amber eyes fixed on his owner.

"I should get going too," Vera said softly, turning her wheelchair out of the room.

Chapter 44 Fifth Grade Transfer Students

Upon arriving at the lounge, I saw quite a few students who had finished breakfast gathered in twos and threes, discussing something.

As Vera pushed her wheelchair past, she vaguely heard words like "Malfoy," "night stroll," "solitary confinement," and "points deducted."

It seems that news of last night's events has already spread.

Vera didn't linger; she walked straight through the lounge and went to an abandoned classroom on the third floor.

With a wave of her wand, she opened the window. The sunlight outside was perfect, and a gentle breeze ruffled her long, silver-gray hair, bringing a rare sense of coolness.

“Pee-pee,” Vera said slowly, “come out, I know you’re nearby.”

A head popped out from the ceiling, and Peeves appeared upside down above the window frame, looking at her warily. "You said you wouldn't use that weird magic on me!"

Vera gently shook her head: "I'm not here to cause you trouble. I should thank you for your cooperation last night."

Peeves did a somersault in the air, grinning smugly: "Peeves keeps his word! The Malfoy brat got caught red-handed by Filch, and I heard Snape punished him by making him clean potion bottles for a month! He also lost twenty points!"

Vera smiled slightly: "Besides that, I also wanted to ask you about something..."

Her fingertips gently traced the brickwork, a golden line quietly seeping into the ancient stone. "I want to know something... about this castle."

Pee-pee's relaxed expression immediately turned wary again: "You cunning little Black, what are you planning to do?"

If there is anyone in this world who understands Hogwarts best, it is not Headmaster Dumbledore, nor the portraits that have been in the castle for decades or even centuries, but the elf before us.

Peeves, unlike other ghosts, was born with Hogwarts and is inextricably linked to the castle itself.

However, considering Peeves' chaotic nature, whatever he asked Peeves might very well be relayed to Dumbledore, who is equally afraid of him—

Given her current status and her growing relationship with Harley, Vera didn't want the most powerful wizard of the era to notice her too early.

"What are you doing?" Vera frowned slightly, glanced down at her numb legs, and couldn't help but smile bitterly. "What do you think I can do in my current state?"

Showing weakness is a trick she learned from Harley Quinn.

Sure enough, Pippi floated up to her suspiciously, looking her up and down: "Then why are you so interested in the castle?"

Vera gently stroked the armrest of her wheelchair, her voice low: "I just... want to find some way to move around freely. This castle has too many secrets, maybe one of them can help me."

Pipi Ghost tilted his head and sized her up, seemingly trying to determine whether what he said was true or false.

A moment later, he suddenly grinned: "Pipi knows a lot of secrets! But why should I tell you?"

Vera didn't answer directly, but instead raised her hand, her fingertips lightly tracing the window frame, a fleeting golden magic circuit pattern appearing and disappearing.

Pipi Ghost's smile froze instantly, a hint of wariness flashing in his dark eyes. After a long while, he said, "About a hundred years ago, I also encountered a student similar to you, except... you were much weaker than her."

Vera's fingers paused slightly, a hint of surprise flashing in her eyes: "A hundred years ago?"

Mischievous Ghost did a somersault in the air, winking slyly: "Aha! Finally, there's something even you don't know!"

Vera withdrew her hand without showing any emotion: "I'm just curious, who else is as interested in castles as I am?"

“A transfer student who only joined in fifth grade,” Pikachu floated to the windowsill and sat down, swinging his short legs, “just like you, always asking questions.”

A hundred years ago, a transfer student in the fifteenth grade...

Vera seemed thoughtful as she continued, "What's her name?"

"Why should Peepo tell you?" Peepo made a face at her. "You do have a way to trap me, but that's all. Your power is far from enough."

Vera frowned immediately, about to say something, when she heard a stern voice suddenly come from the corridor—

"Petty Scoundrel!" Professor McGonagall appeared in the doorway. "Are you bullying the freshmen again?"

Pee-Pee chuckled and, taking advantage of Vera's inattention, immediately slipped through the ceiling and escaped.

Professor McGonagall strode into the classroom, and her expression tightened slightly when she recognized Vera as the student inside: "Miss Black, are you alright? Did Peeves bother you?"

Vera looked away in disappointment, slowly turned her wheelchair around, and obediently shook her head: "It's alright, Professor, he... didn't have time to do anything yet."

Professor McGonagall looked her up and down, and only breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that there were no signs of bullying on her: "What are you doing here on a weekend morning?"

“I just wanted to find a place to do my homework,” Vera said, her eyes lowered in disappointment, her fingertips unconsciously gripping the fabric of her legs. “The library is too crowded…”

Professor McGonagall's gaze fell on Vera's limp legs, a hint of pity flashing in her usually sharp eyes.

She cleared her throat and softened her tone: "There are indeed many quiet places in the castle suitable for studying. However, we still need to be careful, as some areas of Hogwarts are not safe for first-year students."

Vera looked up, her silver-grey hair gleaming softly in the sunlight. "Thank you, Professor. But... I'd much rather explore this castle myself. After all, this is where I'll be living for the next seven years."

Professor McGonagall nodded approvingly: "Commendable courage. If you encounter any difficulties, you can always come to the professor for help."

“I will remember, Professor,” Vera replied obediently.

After watching Professor McGonagall leave, Vera pushed her wheelchair to the window and gazed thoughtfully at the Forbidden Forest in the distance.

The transfer student from a hundred years ago that Pee-Pee Ghost mentioned... without a doubt, should be the protagonist of the game "The Legacy of Hogwarts".

In this world, the transfer student appears to be a girl?

Of course, gender is not important; what matters is that this person's very existence confirms the authenticity of the mysterious area beneath Hogwarts that she had sensed earlier.

In the game, this mysterious area is called the Vault of Knowledge, located deep beneath Hogwarts, with its entrance hidden near the Room of Requirement.

The thing inside is an ancient magical energy sphere.

However, in the game's storyline, the protagonist can choose whether or not to absorb this energy, so Vera doesn't know whether the transfer student from back then absorbed it or not.

But... I'll make a note of it for now.

Her current strength is far from sufficient to explore the secret vault on her own. She should proceed slowly and gradually improve her abilities first.

Chapter 45 Friendship +10

So, that morning, Harley and Hermione went to Hagrid's Hut, while Vera practiced her spells in the abandoned classroom all morning.

When she ran out of magic power several times, she calmed down and started doing the rest of her homework.

By the time the magic was exhausted and all the homework was finished, it was already close to noon.

Vera's mind raced, and a status panel displaying her current condition appeared on her retina:

[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: Multicast (Beginner)]

[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]

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

[Magic Circuit Skill 3: Mana Retrace]

[Current Magic Circuit Level: Awakening - High-Tier (96/120)]

[Mana Reserves: 1/96]

[Mana Regeneration Speed: 19.5/hour]

After studying at Hogwarts for some time, Vera's overall strength is just one step away from breaking through to the initial stage of mastery.

She had even decided that taming the three-headed dog would have to be postponed until her magic circuit level reached Intermediate Control, at which point she could use the rewards to advance to the next level.

To facilitate a speedy recovery of both legs, it is essential to maximize benefits during this period.

She exhaled softly, pushed her wheelchair away from the abandoned classroom, and prepared to go to the auditorium for lunch.