The wheelchair-bound warrior is speedrunning Hogwarts.

On the other hand, this may be her only chance to regain mobility in the short term.

Most importantly, the fact that it was completely dimmed at the beginning already indicated that this magic was much more powerful than the other ancient magic available.

After a moment of brainstorming, Vera took a deep breath and slowly raised her hand.

Just as her fingertips were about to touch the rune, a sharp pain suddenly shot from her spine to her brain.

She groaned, her vision went black, and before she could fall off the wheelchair, she gripped the rune tightly.

In an instant, excruciating pain shot through her spine like lightning, and Vera curled up in a ball in the void.

The [Source Reshaping] rune trembled violently in her palm, bursting out with dazzling golden light. Countless unfamiliar incantations climbed up her arm and burrowed into her skin like living things.

At the same time, an unfamiliar memory flooded into her mind—

It was a vast wilderness. A wizard in a robe held a staff, panting heavily from his wounds. Before him stood a similarly wounded fire dragon, confronting him.

As the wizard raised his staff and chanted an obscure incantation, the dragon blood scattered around him began to slowly writhe, eventually condensing into a blood-red rune that adhered to the wizard's body.

The next second, the wizard's broken arm healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, the muscles swelled, and the veins bulged even more.

Just as the dragon realized the danger and was about to breathe fire at him, the wizard suddenly unleashed an extraordinary speed, dodging the dragon's flames while violently swinging his staff. A flame even more intense than the dragon's breath erupted out, instantly engulfing the dragon.

The scene abruptly ended, and Vera opened her eyes wide, finding herself still in the void, but her whole body was drenched in cold sweat.

The newly acquired magical runes flowed back to her core from her limbs and bones like a receding tide, and the intense rejection reaction made her vision go black for a while.

When her consciousness finally broke free from the constraints of the void, Vera suddenly opened her eyes and found herself slumped in her wheelchair, her robes soaked with cold sweat.

The House of Requirement spun before her eyes, her ears rang, and the old injury on her spine felt like it was being burned by a hot iron, the pain spreading rapidly along her nerves throughout her body.

Did you make it?

Before she could even focus on her physical condition, she trembled as she raised her hand. The rune had vanished, replaced by crimson lines on her arm that intertwined with the original golden magic circuits, creating a strange and beautiful sight.

[Gained Ancient Magic: Source Reshaping (Beginner)]

[Effect: Allows selection of a specific area of ​​the body for magic infusion, granting that area enhanced capabilities (duration depends on the amount of magic power used)]

[WARNING: This spell consumes a large amount of energy; please use it with caution.]

Vera forced a smile, her heart pounding in her chest as she watched the blood-red lines on her arm slowly fade.

她成功了！

Although the process was painful, she did gain the ability that allowed her to stand up temporarily!

The elation in her heart hadn't lasted long before Vera's smile suddenly froze, her fingertips digging deeply into the armrests of her wheelchair.

The belated, sharp pain in her spine came in waves, and she bit her lower lip hard, letting the metallic taste spread in her mouth.

Basic healing methods are insufficient to alleviate the current severe pain; this new ability is the only option left.

“Origin…reshape…” she uttered these syllables with difficulty.

In an instant, crimson patterns lit up beneath her skin, intertwining with golden magic circuits to form a complex web.

The magic circuits were running wildly within his body, and the newly surging power surged through his meridians like a wild horse.

"Ugh!" A cry of pain escaped uncontrollably from her throat, and Vera's body curled forward, her long, silver-gray hair cascading down like a waterfall, obscuring her face contorted with agony.

She felt as if her spine was being pierced by countless red-hot steel needles, and every breath brought excruciating pain.

But soon, guided by the new power, a warm current surged from her heart and flowed along her nerve pathways to her lower body.

The excruciating pain receded like a tide, replaced by a strange, tingling sensation.

Vera opened her eyes wide in surprise and looked down at her legs, which were twitching slightly.

She could really feel her legs!

Although it felt like countless ants crawling under the skin, you could definitely feel a faint force flowing between the muscles.

Breathing in disbelief, she braced herself on the armrests of her wheelchair and tried to put her feet on the ground, carefully attempting to stand.

The moment my feet touched the ground, a jolt of electricity shot up my spine from the soles of my feet.

Vera took a deep breath; no words could describe her ecstasy, and her eyes welled up with tears.

However, her joy lasted less than a second before her legs suddenly gave way, and she once again fell forward uncontrollably!

She panicked immediately and instinctively tried to grab something, but all she could find was emptiness.

The moment Vera felt her long-lost legs return, she lost them once again and could only fall heavily to the ground, powerless.

Chapter 52 What's wrong with good friends having a little disagreement?

Just before she was about to fall, Vera instinctively reached out to brace herself on the ground, her knees slamming heavily against the stone bricks.

"Ugh!" The pain brought her back to her senses instantly, and the joy she had just felt quickly faded away.

[WARNING: Source Reshaping at the current level cannot reach the user's lower body; magic circuits need further enhancement.]

The retinal reading sent a chill down Vera's spine.

She struggled to get back into her wheelchair, panting as she felt the emptiness of the magic being rapidly drained from her body.

So it still doesn't work?

She looked down at her still slightly trembling legs and a bitter smile appeared on her lips.

No one knows what else happened to her legs besides the car accident, that even magic couldn't heal them.

She had previously tried asking Snape about this in a feedback letter about the potion, but he didn't give her a direct answer and instead sent her a potion that had been improved several times.

Whether she didn't know the answer or refused to tell her, she would never get an answer from Snape.

Although Vera had her doubts, she was unable to find the answer on her own due to her limited abilities.

But she will always remember it and keep trying new methods.

Clearly, the current source reshaping method cannot help her repair her legs, but this hint has given her great hope.

As long as she continues to upgrade her magic circuits, increase her magic power limit, and upgrade her source reshaping, one day she will be able to truly stand up.

If she keeps trying... yes, she can do it.

Vera took a deep breath, suppressing the bitterness that welled up after her failure, and pushed her wheelchair to the cushions. While waiting for her magic to return, she browsed through the magic books on the bookshelf.

As far as she knew, wizards in this world didn't seem to worry much about the depletion of their mana bars; it seemed that as long as they reached a certain age, they would possess magic power commensurate with it.

From this perspective, mana reserves, blue bars, etc., can be considered equivalent to stamina bars most of the time.

As for herself... because of her broken body, her physical strength was far inferior to that of other wizards of the same age.

The most obvious example is that even simply cutting potion ingredients requires a lot of effort, and using too much force for too long can cause problems such as hand tremors.

Since this situation cannot be changed in a short period of time, she can only force herself to adapt.

Fortunately, with the development of magic circuits, she has surpassed her peers in many other aspects, which is some consolation.

Vera picked up a book titled "Advanced Techniques of Magic Control" at random, flipped through a few pages, and found it covered with annotations.

She carefully read through the annotations and found that much of it was related to the use of magic circuits.

"Magic is not static; it can be strengthened through training, just like muscles..."

"The flow path of magic can affect the efficiency and power of spellcasting..."

"The fundamental difference between ancient and modern magic lies in the understanding of the origin of magical power..."

Vera was struck by the insights in these annotations, many of which coincided with her own understanding.

Standing on the shoulders of giants makes it easier for her to understand her own situation.

However, we still need to be vigilant.

Vera forced herself to cast several detection spells on the books until she was sure they were harmless before she could continue reading with peace of mind.

Time flew by as Vera focused on her studies, and by the time she looked up from her book, it was almost noon.

She closed the book, feeling the magic power within her body had mostly recovered.

After thinking for a while, I decided to try the source stream reshaping again.

This time she was more cautious, however, and she concentrated her magic only in her right hand—the consumption of a single arm was much less than that of both legs.

Moreover, she wanted to see if she could solve the minor problem of unsteady hands that she had noticed during Potions class using this method.

"Reshape the source." She murmured, and the crimson patterns reappeared.

Blood-red lines appeared on her right arm, and she could clearly feel the power surging between her muscles. Vera carefully moved her wrist, feeling the muscles contract and relax.

Vera tried to pick up the wand, and with a slight flick of her wrist, the movement was smoother and more stable than usual.

She waved her wand and whispered, "Yugadim Leviosa!"

With a wave of the wand, the levitation spell's magical threads became more solid and precise than ever before, easily lifting the mannequin in the corner of the room and tracing complex trajectories in the air.

"It really works." Vera smiled slightly and continued to try a few more spells that required precise operation, and the results were much better than usual.

When her magic power was more than half depleted, she decisively stopped the spell, and the crimson patterns slowly faded away.

Although the sense of strength in the arms also diminished, the precise control over magic remained.

"Not only can it temporarily strengthen body parts and improve spell casting accuracy, it can also help in better understanding magic control." Vera thoughtfully noted down this discovery.

In this way, she can also use Source Reshaping to help stabilize her wrists when processing materials in Potions class.

At least I won't fall too far behind my peers.

She pushed her wheelchair to the door, took one last look around the magical room, and then pushed the door open to leave.

The door to the Room of Requirement disappeared silently behind her, and the sound of students walking in the corridor could already be heard.

Vera checked the time; it was almost lunchtime. She pushed her wheelchair and prepared to head towards the auditorium.

Just as she turned a corner, she suddenly heard a familiar voice coming from ahead.

"Did you find it?" It was Harley's voice, sounding hurried and panting.

Hermione's voice followed immediately: "We've searched the entire floor, but we still can't find her."

"How is this possible? How can a perfectly healthy person just suddenly disappear?" Harley's voice suddenly rose. "I'll go look for her on the lawn outside the castle right now!"

"Wait a minute, Harley! We can't just blindly search for people like this!"

"What else can we do? She already has difficulty moving around; what if something happens to her—"

Harley's excited voice stopped abruptly, her gaze falling on Vera who had just turned the corner, her green eyes instantly lighting up.

"Vera!" She practically rushed over and grabbed the wheelchair armrest. "Where have you been? We've been looking for you all morning!"

Hermione quickly caught up, her brown eyes filled with worry: "We woke up and found you missing. We thought something had happened to you..."

Seeing their anxious stares at her, Vera subconsciously clenched the fabric on her legs and explained in a low voice, feeling somewhat uncomfortable, "I couldn't sleep this morning and wanted to find a place to be alone."

She paused for a moment before continuing, "You don't need to worry about me."

At least, apart from having to rely on a wheelchair, she can take care of herself in other aspects.

"How could we not be worried!" Harley raised her voice, standing up excitedly. "Do you know how anxious we are? The castle is so big, what if you get into danger?"

Vera was slightly taken aback, not expecting Harley to react so strongly. She instinctively gripped the armrest of her wheelchair, her long, silver-gray hair falling over her shoulders and obscuring her slightly pale profile.

“I just need some time alone,” she murmured.

"At least leave a note; you already have difficulty moving around—"

"Harley!" Hermione quickly interrupted her.

Only then did Harley realize she had said the wrong thing, and her face turned deathly pale: "I'm sorry, Vera, I didn't mean it that way..."

Vera didn't speak or look at her, and pushed her wheelchair past her.

Chapter 53 Three Cobblers

Vera and Harley, who have been best friends since the start of the school year, seem to have had a falling out—a fact the Gryffindor lions realized in the Great Hall at noon today.

At first, everything was fine. When Vera was the first to enter the Great Hall, she even responded to the Weasley twins' greetings.

No one noticed anything amiss.

But soon, Harley and Hermione quickly followed behind her and sat down together.

Ron saw them arrive one after another and was about to strike up a conversation, but he quickly sensed the strange atmosphere between the three of them—

Vera ate her lunch quietly, remaining silent throughout. Her long, silver-gray hair fell down, obscuring most of her face, and she did not speak to anyone.