The wheelchair-bound warrior is speedrunning Hogwarts.

Hermione sighed and drew her wand: "Let me help you—"

She waved her wand and chanted a spell, and a warm current of air enveloped Harley's hair, quickly evaporating all the moisture.

Harley touched her fluffy black hair in surprise: "This is actually quite useful, Hermione. When did you learn this?"

“It’s in the ‘Standard Spells, Beginner’ book. You can just flip through the pages.” Hermione put away her wand, her face serious. “But this isn’t the time to discuss this. Are you really planning to ambush Malfoy in the Great Hall?”

Vera calmly replied, "It's not about blocking him, but giving him a chance to fulfill his promise. After all, honor is what Slytherin values ​​most."

Hermione, on the contrary, felt this was a difficult situation: "Apologizing in front of so many people, Malfoy definitely won't give in obediently. What if he gets angry and exposes our nighttime outing—"

“If you’re not caught red-handed, you can never really explain it,” Vera said calmly, shaking her head. “Don’t forget, he’s already been arrested. Making baseless accusations now will only make people think he’s making baseless accusations.”

Harley quickly put on her school uniform and excitedly grabbed her wand: "Let's go! I can't wait to see Malfoy's sour face!"

Hermione sighed helplessly as she watched the two of them looking eager to try. "Fine, I'll go with you. At least we won't do anything reckless."

Vera nodded gently: "Don't worry, I know what I'm doing."

The three left the Gryffindor Tower and headed towards the Great Hall.

The auditorium was bustling with activity at dinner time.

They had barely sat down when Malfoy arrived late with Crabbe and Goyle, still looking rather unwell.

As soon as he entered, he noticed the Gryffindor trio's location, and a look of alertness flashed in his gray eyes.

Vera pushed her wheelchair slowly toward the Slytherin table: "Good evening, cousin Draco."

Her voice was neither too loud nor too soft, just loud enough for everyone around to hear.

Malfoy's face instantly turned ashen: "Don't call me that!"

"What, have you forgotten our agreement?" Vera tilted her head slightly and lowered her voice. "You lost the duel last night."

The surrounding Slytherin students cast curious glances and whispered among themselves.

Malfoy's fists clenched so tightly his knuckles turned white: "I don't know what you're talking about!"

“Do I need to remind you?” Harley stepped forward to remind him, “According to the agreement, if you lose, you have to apologize to me and Vera—right here, so everyone can hear.”

Hermione stood nervously to the side, her hands in her pockets, gripping her wand tightly, ready to deal with any potential conflict.

Malfoy's face turned from white to red. He subconsciously looked around and noticed that more and more students were starting to pay attention to what was happening.

Of course, the Slytherins maintained their usual detached and indifferent attitude, while the Gryffindors watched them with schadenfreude.

"I...I..." Malfoy's lips trembled, his gray eyes filled with humiliation and resentment.

Vera gently pushed her wheelchair closer, taking another step: "What? As the heir to the Malfoy family, are you going to break your promise?"

Malfoy's chest heaved violently. Finally, under everyone's watchful eyes, he abruptly raised his head and almost gritted his teeth as he squeezed out a sentence: "I...I apologize for my inappropriate words and actions!"

"What did you say? I can't hear you!" Harley pressed on sarcastically. "Did you get hoarse from washing potion bottles?"

Malfoy's face flushed red, and he raised his voice: "I apologize for my inappropriate words and actions! I will never call you that again—are you satisfied?"

In an instant, the other students who hadn't noticed the commotion couldn't help but look over at them.

Vera nodded in satisfaction, pushed her wheelchair backward to give him some space: "Very good, I think everyone will know your apology soon."

The whispers around them grew louder, and Malfoy's face turned extremely ugly. He glared fiercely at Vera, and without even greeting his henchmen, he turned and hurriedly left.

Vera slowly turned her wheelchair around, her tone relaxed: "Sit down, it's time for dinner."

Chapter 48 We Are Good Friends (Third Update)

The dinner was not very peaceful, because every time Vera started to use her knife and fork, curious Gryffindors would come up to her, wanting to ask about the whole process of how Malfoy and his friends were caught on their night out the night before.

Of course, they wouldn't be foolish enough to admit to participating in the nighttime outing in such a setting; they simply downplayed it, saying that Malfoy had indeed been caught red-handed.

As for the further details, we'll leave that to the curious lions to fill in the blanks themselves.

After dinner, the three returned to the Gryffindor Tower. Faced with even more lions that had suddenly become enthusiastic, Vera was overwhelmed and could only excuse herself to go to her dormitory alone, claiming she was feeling unwell.

Harley and Hermione were left to deal with them in the common room.

Vera returned to her quiet dormitory and breathed a sigh of relief.

Knox leaped lightly down from the cat tree and nuzzled against her wheelchair.

“You’re the most worry-free.” Vera chuckled as she stroked the cat’s smooth fur and pushed her wheelchair to the window.

Although Malfoy was successfully forced to apologize in public today, this does not mean the matter is over.

Given Malfoy's personality, he would never let this go so easily.

Not to mention the slight kinship between them.

From the very beginning, she was well aware that dealing with this family of relatives would be a difficult task.

Before Sirius returned, she was the only orphan in the Black family, and because she was too young, no one listened to her.

The only elf in the house, Kreacher, also had an ambiguous attitude towards Narcissa, who was also a Black.

Under such circumstances, severing ties in a practical sense is not easy.

Logically speaking, before one has fully recovered and regained full strength, it is best to avoid conflict with the Malfoy family in order to better protect oneself.

But... she cannot back down on matters of principle.

Vera's fingertips unconsciously gripped her legs, which were covered by a blanket, as she gazed at the night outside the window with deep, unfathomable eyes.

In the end, the Malfoys are all cowards who bully the weak and fear the strong. As long as she shows enough strength and a tough attitude, she can keep them from making any rash moves before Voldemort officially returns.

This will also allow me to gain more time for growth.

Now that the temporary setback is over, her primary goal remains to improve her strength as quickly as possible.

Her magic circuits are just one step away from a breakthrough. If she can successfully tame the Cerberus, Luwei, she will not only gain a powerful ally, but also directly increase the level of her magic circuits.

However, she is not entirely confident yet.

"I have to think of a way..." Vera muttered to herself for a while, her fingertips turning slightly white from gripping her knees so tightly.

Just then, the dormitory door was pushed open, and Harley and Hermione finally escaped the enthusiastic students and returned to their dormitory.

"Vera!" Harley rushed excitedly to her wheelchair as soon as she entered, her green eyes sparkling. "It's so quiet in here, aren't you going to come out and play with us?"

Vera snapped out of her thoughts and smiled slightly: "No need."

Hermione closed the door, a smile she couldn't hide on her face. But the next second, when she noticed Vera's hands tightly gripping her knees, her expression changed slightly.

She walked quickly to Vera's side and asked softly, "Vera, are you alright?"

Harley then noticed the change in atmosphere. Following Hermione's gaze, she also noticed Vera's tightly clenched hands. She immediately suppressed her smile, knelt down, and took Vera's hands in hers.

"Should we go to the infirmary? I'll go find Mrs. Pomfrey right now—"

Vera instinctively tried to pull her hand away, but it was firmly enveloped by Harley's warm palm.

She lowered her eyelashes, her silver-gray hair casting a faint shadow in the candlelight: "It's nothing, I'm just a little tired."

Hermione keenly sensed that Vera didn't want to talk about this topic anymore, so she changed the subject, saying, "Let's rest first, we have class tomorrow."

Although Harley was still a little worried, she nodded obediently: "Okay... Vera, do you need help washing up?"

“I can manage by myself.” Vera pushed her wheelchair toward the bathroom. “You guys rest first.”

After the bathroom door closed, Harley whispered to Hermione, "Have you noticed that Vera seems to always resist our help... I'm a little worried."

Hermione looked thoughtfully at the bathroom door: "You need to consider Vera's feelings."

Harley pouted, "But we're best friends..."

“Even friends need their own private space,” Hermione said softly. “Harley, don’t you think you and Vera are a little…too clingy?”

Harley's green eyes blinked, then she laughed, "Really? Vera and I are good friends, just like you and me!"

Hermione didn't answer, but gave her a meaningful look.

In the bathroom, Vera sat in her wheelchair, looking at herself in the mirror.

Her long, silver-gray hair was slightly disheveled from a day's travels, and the shadows under her dark eyes showed her fatigue.

She was still thinking about her plans to improve her strength and tame the three-headed dog.

After defeating Malfoy, her desire for power became even more irrepressible.

A gentle knock interrupted her thoughts.

“Vera? May I come in?” It was Harley’s voice.

Vera snapped out of her thoughts, pushed her wheelchair open the door, and asked, "Is there something you need?"

Harley stood in the doorway, holding a cup of hot milk: "Here you go. Hermione said hot milk helps with sleep."

Vera took the cup, feeling the warmth on her fingertips: "Thank you."

She tilted her head back and took a sip. As the sweet taste of milk filled her mouth, she unconsciously relaxed her tense shoulders.

Harley hesitated for a moment, then suddenly knelt down to look Vera, who was in a wheelchair, in the eye: "Vera, if... if there's anything I can do to help, please tell me, okay?"

Her green eyes shone brightly in the dim bathroom light, brimming with sincerity and concern.

Vera paused slightly, then subconsciously looked away: "I can take care of myself."

“I know you can,” Harley’s voice was soft yet firm. “But we’re friends, and it’s normal for friends to help each other… We’re friends, right?”

Vera paused slightly, looked into Harley's earnest eyes, and then said softly, "Of course."

Harley grinned, her eyes crinkling into crescents: "That's good! Goodnight, Vera!"

Goodnight, Harry.

Watching Harley skip away, Vera let out a soft breath and finished the rest of her milk in one gulp.

When I came out of the bathroom, Harry and Hermione were already in bed.

Vera pushed her wheelchair to her bedside and skillfully used a levitation spell to transfer herself onto the bed.

In the stillness of the night, moonlight streamed through the gaps in the curtains, casting dappled shadows on the floor.

Vera lay in bed, listening to Harley's even breathing, holding Knox in her arms, her thoughts gradually calming down.

This year is still long, and she needs to plan for the future slowly.

Chapter 49 Always Granting Requests (Fourth Update)

The next morning, Vera woke up earlier than usual.

She got up quietly, without disturbing Harry and Hermione who were still fast asleep. After a quick wash, she fed Knox the cat and then pushed her wheelchair to the window by herself.

She still needs five more experience points to break through, and she doesn't know if leveling up will cause too much of a commotion, so she needs to find a place where no one will disturb her in advance to prepare.

She glanced at the two still fast asleep, then turned her wheelchair and left the dormitory.

At this time of day on the weekend, when most students were still asleep, she made her way unimpeded to a secluded spot on the eighth floor of the castle.

The wheelchair stopped silently. Vera looked up at a tapestry on the wall depicting a giant beating Barnabas with a stick, and opposite her was a blank stone wall.

"I need a place... where I can practice magic and where wheelchair users can train their physical abilities." She pushed her wheelchair back and forth in front of the tapestry three times, silently repeating this to herself.

Soon, on her third walk, a smooth door quietly appeared on the stone wall.

Vera smiled slightly and reached out to push open the door.

Behind the door was a spacious circular room, with the walls filled with various magic books and practice tools.

Thick, soft cushions were laid out in the center of the room for physical training, and several mannequins for practicing moving targets were piled up in the corner.

Vera glanced around the room for a moment, then narrowed her eyes and slowly pushed her wheelchair into the room.

The door closed silently behind her, as if it had never existed.

As Vera observed the room more deeply, the strange feeling in her heart grew stronger.

As is well known, once you make a request to the Room of Requirement, it will automatically generate a room that meets your requirements.

However, once a room is created, it will remain fixed.

Even many years later, if someone else makes the same request, the same room will appear, and a new one will not be generated.

The most obvious example is in the original book, when Harry got the Half-Blood Prince's textbook, injured Malfoy with a hook, and went to the Room of Requirement to hide the textbook, asking for a room where he could hide things.

The room that the House of Requirement created at that time was already a room filled with all sorts of things.

In other words, before Harry, many people had made the same request, which is why they entered the same room at different times.