The wheelchair-bound warrior is speedrunning Hogwarts.

Harley touched her hair in surprise, then turned to Vera with a grateful smile.

“Focus your attention, Miss Potter,” Professor McGonagall’s voice came from ahead.

Harley quickly turned back, picked up her wand, and began her practice for the day.

However, after receiving the new broom, Harley was in a state of excitement for almost the entire day. She had almost succeeded in turning a match into a needle before, but now she was still unable to do so.

Vera looked at her, still absent-mindedly holding her wand, and couldn't help but facepalm. She reached out and stopped her hand from waving it, saying, "Harley, focus."

Harley then snapped out of her daze and looked at the unchanging matches on the table with annoyance.

"Vera..." She looked at Vera awkwardly, "Was I daydreaming just now?"

Vera sighed helplessly, gently grasped Harley's wrist, and guided her to make the correct swinging motion: "Focus your attention and imagine the shape of the needle—I'll only do this with you this once."

Harry took a deep breath, her green eyes fixed on the match, trying hard to imagine the texture and shape of the metal.

With a wave of the wand, the match slowly transformed into a silver needle. Although the tip was slightly bent, it was a success nonetheless.

Professor McGonagall watched them work and nodded in satisfaction: "Very good, Miss Potter. Please maintain this level of focus next time."

Harley scratched her head sheepishly. "Thank you, Professor."

After class, Harry excitedly grabbed Vera and Hermione: "Did you see that? I did it! Although it was with Vera's help..."

Hermione, clutching her textbook, shook her head helplessly: "If you can stay focused, you won't need any help. Professor McGonagall said that Transfiguration is the magic that requires the most concentration."

"I know I was wrong..." Harley stuck out her tongue, "It's just that the new broom is so exciting!"

Vera gently patted her shoulder: "It's okay to get excited after training tonight. Now, we should go to our Charms class."

During the Charms class, Professor Flitwick announced that today they would be learning the Unlocking Charm.

Since Vera had already mastered the technique, she took the initiative to help Harley correct her cane-swinging motion.

“You should move your wrist like this,” she demonstrated the standard movement, “Imagine the lock cylinder is a flower, and you should use magic to gently part the petals.”

Harley intently mimicked her movements, then suddenly whispered, "Vera, did you use this spell to open that door that night?"

Vera responded softly.

"That's amazing," Harley exclaimed sincerely. "You always manage to learn so many spells ahead of time."

Vera gently shook her head: "Focus on your practice, Professor Flitwick is watching you."

Harley quickly turned back to continue practicing the unlocking spell, a subtle smile playing on her lips.

Author's Note: py: "Miss Devil's Operator Training Diary"

Having traveled to the world of Steampunk, where extraordinary power and mechanical craftsmanship coexist, Vesper unexpectedly obtains a second-generation gacha system that allows her to draw operators, train operators, and dispatch operators to challenge dungeons.

Secret knowledge, extraordinary materials, potion recipes, ritual procedures—use these dungeon drops to improve yourself, feed your operators, and win their hearts.

From then on, a mysterious organization quietly rose to prominence—

A noble saint favored by the blazing sun, a veiled servant shrouded in the shadows of the night, a vampire detective at 221 Bell Street, a Rose Princess burdened with the guilt of a fallen kingdom, a tranquil witch from the Silver Sky Island…

As powerful figures from different factions gradually revealed the great beings they truly followed, the mysterious organization began to step out from behind the scenes and into the limelight, leaving the world trembling under the magnificent shadow they had woven together.

……

Steam roars, royal power collapses, the kingdom on the diamond stars teeters on the brink of ruin, and black eagles and dragons circle high above the ashes.

The annihilating crimson moon permeates all six planes, and seven fallen angels wage endless war. Ancient, hidden beings gradually awaken, their corrupting tendrils reaching from the distant reaches of the galaxy, while the nine Enneads look down upon all living beings from their lofty heights.

Weisper remained silent, only continuing to draw cards.

"Hello, what's your DPS?"

Chapter Fifty-Seven: Peeping, Right?

After finally getting through dinner, Harley pushed Vera and kept urging Hermione to go back to their room together.

Ron also wanted to see what Nimbus 2000 looked like, but since he couldn't get into the girls' dormitory, he and Neville could only look at each other in the lounge.

Back in the dorm, Harley eagerly unpacked the package, revealing a brand-new Nimbus 2000—

With graceful lines and a lustrous sheen, the broom handle is made of mahogany, and its long tail is made of neat, straight branches. The words "Guanglun 2000" are printed in gold on the top of the broom handle.

"It's so beautiful!" Harley carefully stroked the broom handle, her green eyes sparkling with excitement.

Hermione couldn't help but lean closer to take a look: "The workmanship is indeed much better than the school's Sweep series."

Vera pushed her wheelchair closer, her fingers gently tracing the texture of the broom handle: "How does it feel?"

Harley immediately grabbed the broom, mimicking a riding motion, and radiated a different kind of glow: "Absolutely perfect! It feels like an extension of my arm!"

“Then you’d better do your best,” Vera said with a smile, “and don’t let Professor McGonagall down.”

Harley nodded vigorously, then looked at Vera as if she had suddenly remembered something: "Oh right, I promised to take you flying... how about we try it after training tonight? Wood shouldn't mind!"

Vera was slightly taken aback, not expecting Harley to remember this promise.

She glanced quickly down at her legs and said softly, "Next time. You can familiarize yourself with the new broom tonight."

Harley keenly sensed her hesitation and crouched down to be at eye level with the wheelchair: "It's okay, I can carry you steadily. If you're worried, we can start at a very low height..."

“Harley,” Vera interrupted her softly, “you don’t have to be in such a hurry.”

Before Harley could say anything more, Hermione interjected, "Didn't Wood say training starts at seven? You'll be late if you don't go now."

"Oh! I almost forgot!" Harley jumped up, grabbed a broom, and rushed out, only to turn back at the door. "Vera, let's talk about it when I get back!"

Watching her hurried departure, Hermione shook her head helplessly: "When will she ever change this impatience..."

Vera chuckled softly and pushed her wheelchair to the window, from where she could see the lights of the Quidditch stadium in the distance.

Hermione walked up to her, hesitated for a moment, and then said, "Vera...you still really want to try flying, don't you?"

Vera's fingers unconsciously caressed the armrests of her wheelchair, her slightly trembling eyelashes casting dappled shadows in the lamplight: "Mmm."

"Then why did you reject Harley?" Hermione asked softly. "Is it because..."

“My leg?” Vera shook her head and said frankly, “Not entirely, but mainly because I didn’t want to affect Harley’s training. That broom was specially prepared by Professor McGonagall; she carries the hopes of the entire Gryffindor.”

As for himself, he couldn't help Harley with Quidditch.

Hermione nodded thoughtfully: "You always think so carefully."

Vera shook her head: "It's just... I'm used to thinking too much."

Outside the window, several small black dots had already appeared in the sky above the Quidditch pitch, and the shouts of the Quidditch players could be faintly heard.

Hermione checked the time: "I'm going to the library to return a few books, do you want to come with me?"

“No,” Vera said, turning her gaze away. “I want to read a book here for a while.”

After Hermione left, the dormitory fell silent. Vera pulled a book titled "Advanced Spell Analysis" from the bookshelf, only to find herself unable to concentrate at all.

She put down the book, took out the astrolabe model that Harley had given her, and gently stroked the slightly rough parchment with her fingertips, tracing the outline of the constellation Vela on the astrolabe, as if starlight was flowing from her fingertips.

The astrolabe emitted a soft blue light in the dimly lit bedroom, reflecting on the ceiling like the Milky Way flowing quietly in the night sky.

Outside the window, the lights of the Quidditch stadium shone brightly in the night, and a few small black dots could be vaguely seen moving through the air.

She suddenly remembered Harley's green eyes that sparkled in the sunlight, her excited look as she held the broom, and the way she knelt in front of her wheelchair and earnestly promised to take her flying.

"There's just no way to deal with her," Vera muttered to herself, but a smile involuntarily crept onto her lips.

She put down the astrolabe, pushed her wheelchair to the window, and looked at Harley's figure training in the distance.

The magic circuits flowed slowly through her body. She closed her eyes and felt the trajectory of the magic power flowing through her meridians.

"Reshape the source." Vera murmured, and the crimson lines reappeared on her skin.

She tried to focus her magic on her eyes, and her vision immediately became incredibly clear—the Quidditch pitch in the distance seemed almost within reach, and she could even see Harley's excited expression as she rode on her broom.

Vera blinked in surprise; the extraordinary visual experience made her heart race.

She watched Harley's every flight maneuver intently, observing her skillfully dodging the wandering balls, watching her swoop down and then suddenly rise again, like a red lightning bolt.

Vera's fingertips gently touched the windowpane, and her gaze softened unconsciously.

However, this extraordinary vision only lasted for less than ten minutes. Vera gasped for breath and withdrew the magic, fine beads of sweat appearing on her forehead.

“It’s not enough…” she looked down at her slightly trembling hands, “I need more magic to support it.”

However, aside from combat, she really couldn't find any other way to quickly increase her maximum magic power and the level of her magic circuits.

Now that Malfoy's periodically refreshed experience boost has temporarily subsided, where else inside Hogwarts can she quickly fight and gain experience?

Vera narrowed her eyes and looked up at the Forbidden Forest in the distance.

She gazed at the dark outline of the forbidden forest in the distance, the moonlight gilding the treetops with a silver edge, making the forest seem even more mysterious and unpredictable.

"Knox," she called softly, and the slightly grown gray cat immediately leaped down from the cat tree and landed lightly on her lap.

Vera stroked the cat's smooth fur, lost in thought: "Do you think I should go there and take a look?"

Knox tilted his head, his amber eyes gleaming in the dimly lit dormitory, as if he were truly pondering her question.

Vera sighed softly. Reason told her that a first-year student venturing into the Forbidden Forest without permission was simply courting death.

However, there is a scene later in the story where Harley and her friends are punished to patrol the Forbidden Forest, where they encounter Voldemort, who killed the unicorn.

Perhaps... we can give it a try.

Suppressing her racing heartbeat, Vera looked away and picked up a book to read.

When the whistle blew to signal the end of training, Vera looked up at the time; it was almost nine o'clock.

Harley is coming back soon.

Author's Note: py: "Starting as a Sparrow, Becoming the King of the Universe"

(This book contains a large amount of smearing and alterations, and guarantees that the characters will be heavily modified and stitched together.)

The source of chaos, chosen by the four gods, the former infected hero, Talulah, has destroyed Ursus. Now, the entire Terra is under the gaze of endless monsters and unspeakable beings, and destruction may be just around the corner.

Alicia battles Otto; the Fire Maiden officially announces her cooperation with Schicksal; Alicia becomes an enemy of the world?!

"The technology of Destiny is quite advanced. It seems the previous civilization was quite capable. But why do these technologies look so familiar?"

—Vilvie

In the age of gods?, countless voids connect infinite worlds, making space travel once again unknown and dangerous. Interstellar Peace Company solemnly declares:

Extensive scientific research has shown that faith in the King of Amber can effectively reduce the probability of it being swallowed by cavities!

"Even if the universe is shattered, I urge you to become the king of the universe."

Miss Xingmian and Qingque looked at the suddenly appearing system with some curiosity. What is the King of the Universe? What does "recruit" mean? Should they click on it and take a look?

A burst of golden light faded, and the message read: "Congratulations, host, you have recruited a level 999 legendary hero, Mirror Stream!"

Chapter Fifty-Eight: Halloween Eve

As Vera expected, not long after, the dormitory door was suddenly pushed open.

Harley burst in, her face flushed, her hair more disheveled than usual, her robes covered in grass clippings and dirt, but the excitement in her green eyes was almost overflowing.

“That’s fantastic! Absolutely fantastic!” she exclaimed, gesturing wildly. “The Nimbus 2000 is so much more agile than the school brooms! Wood says our names will definitely be engraved on this year’s Quidditch Cup.”

Vera handed her a glass of water: "Speak slowly, catch your breath first."

Harley took the water glass and drank it all in one gulp, then casually wiped her mouth. "Vera! You have to try it! How about I give you a ride?"

Vera looked into her bright eyes and shook her head helplessly: "It's too late now, and you're covered in sweat."

"Then let's set a time, okay?" Harley pressed closer, "Please~ I promise it'll be perfect!"

Vera was amused by her childish pouting and thought for a moment before saying, "Then... I'll say yes once you win your first Quidditch match, okay?"

Halle's eyes lit up instantly upon hearing Vera's conditions. She knelt down in front of Vera's wheelchair, gripping Vera's hand tightly, as if uttering a solemn vow:

"I will definitely win the game! You can't back out then!"

Vera was taken aback by her sudden action. The warmth from her palm made her instinctively want to pull her hand away, but Harley held it even tighter.

She instinctively held her breath, looked into Harley's eyes, and whispered with a mixture of helplessness and relief, "I never break my word."

“It’s settled then!” Harley jumped up excitedly. “Wood said the first match will be here soon.”

Vera looked at Harley's slightly flushed cheeks after exercising and gently shook her head: "It's late, you should go wash up first."

Harley's shoulders immediately slumped: "Oh...you're right, it's almost curfew."

She reluctantly put the Nimbus 2000 into the wardrobe, and couldn't help but look back several times before going into the bathroom.