The wheelchair-bound warrior is speedrunning Hogwarts.

Okay, next up is the bounty (which is also the important part).

Time: From the time this chapter was published until 23:59 on July 21, it has been three and a half days.

Bounty amount: 50 blades or 5000 coins for one chapter, 12 chapters for a silver treasure chest, and 35 chapters for a gold treasure chest.

I trust you all; you certainly won't let the author work himself to death!

Finally, a minor plot point: Vera's wheelchair character will be resolved later... Well, that's all.

Thank you all for your support! Thank you again!

Chapter Sixty: Gryffindor girls should love each other (First Update)

As Vera pushed her wheelchair back to the Gryffindor table, Harley was stabbing a cold steak with her fork, her eyes glancing every now and then at the twins who had walked straight out of the Great Hall.

"What did you talk about?" Harley asked casually.

Vera took the pumpkin juice Hermione offered and sipped it. "Could you ask them for a small favor?"

"What do you need their help with?" Harley's eyes widened. "I... Hermione and I can help you too!"

Hermione keenly sensed the odd tone in Harley's voice and gently kicked her under the table.

Vera's eyelashes trembled slightly, and she put down her cup: "Let's talk about it when we get back."

In a crowded and noisy place like the auditorium, it's really inconvenient to discuss something that could be considered a violation of school rules.

Harley pursed her lips, clearly not satisfied with the answer, but did not press the matter further.

After dinner, the three returned to the Gryffindor Tower.

The common room was bustling with activity as students gathered in small groups to discuss Halloween the next day.

As soon as they entered, Harley and Hermione were pulled into a conversation by several students they got along with.

Harley chatted with them smoothly for a few minutes, and was about to pull Vera, who had been ignored, along when she turned her head and saw someone pushing a wheelchair into the room.

“Vera…” Harley called out instinctively, but Vera had already closed the dormitory door.

She bit her lip, a hint of disappointment flashing in her green eyes.

Hermione patted her shoulder gently: "Vera is probably just tired, don't overthink it."

“But she’s been acting strange today…” Harley muttered softly, “She’s been distracted ever since we left the library.”

It should be said that he would stammer and refuse to speak clearly when talking to her, but he got along very well with the Weasley twins.

Harley couldn't understand why there were things she couldn't say to her!

Ron, who had appeared out of nowhere, leaned in and asked, "Are you talking about Vera? Wasn't she just chatting happily with Fred and the others?"

Harley's expression instantly became subtle: "Yeah... I don't know what they said."

“Who knows?” Ron shrugged. “It’s amazing that Vera can hang out with them.”

As soon as he finished speaking, he noticed that Harley's expression seemed to be getting worse. He was about to ask her something out of curiosity when Hermione glared at him, making him swallow his words back.

Meanwhile, Vera returned to her quiet dormitory.

Through her loop vision, she could see the black fog spreading throughout the castle growing thicker and thicker, especially in the direction of the underground classroom, where it had almost formed a black cloud.

After some secret experiments, she has basically confirmed that her magic circuits are not intelligent enough to give her advance warnings.

More likely, Hogwarts sensed an invasion and wanted to warn people to take precautions, which is why it used magical circuits to transmit the information.

Perhaps in the original story, Hogwarts, being an ancient magical creation, would provide warnings in the event of such an invasion, but no one has been able to see them all this time.

So... am I the only one who has seen the message from the castle?

She pondered for a moment, then took out several bottles of pre-prepared potions from the extended space of her wheelchair—magic restoration potions, pain relievers, and a small bottle of emergency white essence.

These were all things she brought in advance before the start of the school term.

After checking each potion and storing it in the hidden compartment of her wheelchair, Vera checked the wand's condition again to ensure it was ready for battle at any time.

Just then, the dormitory door was gently pushed open, and Harley poked her head in: "Vera? May I come in?"

“Of course.” Vera put away her wand and turned to the door as if nothing had happened.

Harley walked in, her green eyes filled with worry: "Are you alright? You've been out of sorts ever since dinner..."

Vera shook her head gently: "I'm fine, I was just thinking about some things."

Harley sat down beside her bed, hesitated for a moment before speaking, "Is it about... what you and Fred said to them?"

Vera paused for a moment, then realized: "You care about this?"

Harley's face immediately turned red, and she awkwardly tried to explain, "No! I was just... simply curious about what you were talking about."

Seeing her flustered look, Vera couldn't help but smile: "Do you remember those prank props I discussed with them at the dinner table earlier?"

"Huh?" Harley blinked, clearly not expecting this topic. "Props?"

Seeing her bewildered expression, Vera couldn't help but curl her lips into a smile: "Since you really want to know, then come with me later."

Where to? With whom? George Fred and the others? What are they going to do together?

Harley stared at Vera with a bewildered expression, her mind racing with countless questions.

Seeing that Vera didn't seem to intend to explain in detail, she had no choice but to swallow back her many questions.

“Okay…” Harley nodded, her green eyes still showing confusion. “What about Hermione? Should we ask her to come along?”

Vera pondered for a moment: "Okay, but... some things are better known by as few people as possible."

Harley's eyes lit up instantly, and an excited blush appeared on her face: "So we're going to do something... against the school rules?"

Seeing her eager expression, Vera couldn't help but chuckle: "I guess so."

"That's awesome!" Harley cheered, then quickly covered her mouth and whispered, "I mean... I'd love to help!"

She looked at Vera expectantly, like a puppy waiting to be fed: "So what do we do now?"

Vera pondered for a moment, then took out a notebook from the side pocket of her wheelchair: "There's still some time before the appointed time, why don't we try learning the essentials of the Disarming Charm?"

Harley immediately perked up and moved closer to Vera: "Really? Who are we going to fight?"

“It’s not about fighting.” Vera opened her notebook, which contained detailed diagrams illustrating the trajectory of a wand swing and the flow of magic. “Didn’t you say you wanted to learn?”

After witnessing Harley anger Cerberus with her clumsy Disarming Charm, Vera had already put teaching Harley the Disarming Charm on her agenda.

Harley nodded seriously, her green eyes fixed on the illustrations in her notes: "You drew it so meticulously... much clearer than the diagrams in the textbook."

Vera gently grasped Halle's wrist, guiding her to make the correct swing motion: "The key is the strength and angle of your wrist, like this..."

Harley's wrist felt slightly warm in Vera's palm, and she could clearly feel the coolness and delicate touch of Vera's fingertips.

For some reason, my heart started racing, and I almost dropped my wand.

"Focus." Vera's voice was close to her ear, her warm breath brushing against Harry's earlobe.

Harley's face instantly turned bright red, and she quickly focused on practicing the movements: "Y-yes!"

Just then, the dormitory door was pushed open, and Hermione walked in, looking at the two who were almost hugging each other with surprise: "What are you doing?"

Author's note: Please subscribe, please tip, please even give me a few hate mail!

Chapter 61 Hermione: So, am I the redundant one? (Second Update)

What are you doing?

Harley panicked as if she'd been caught doing something wrong, quickly putting away her wand: "N-nothing! Vera was teaching me the Disarm Charm!"

Hermione looked at them suspiciously, then stepped forward and scanned them: "Why are you suddenly learning this?"

Harley quickly waved her hand: "We just did it on a whim—"

Vera gently pressed Harley's wrist, interrupting her: "No, you've come at the right time. I was just planning to buy some props from the twins tonight. Want to come along?"

Hermione's brow furrowed even more. She crossed her arms, her eyes filled with suspicion. "Those prank props? Vera, you guys aren't planning something against school rules again, are you?"

“Of course not! We just… uh…” Harley was speechless for a moment, and had to look to Vera for help.

Vera thought for a moment, and seeing Hermione's suspicious look, she probably knew that she couldn't just say a few words and get away with it like she did with Harley.

Well, I didn't mean to say that Harley is stupid, she's just easy to please.

She glanced at Harley, who was still looking flustered and bewildered beside her, and couldn't help but reach out and ruffle her hair.

It feels really good.

Vera calmly withdrew her hand as Harley turned her head in confusion, and coughed lightly: "Actually, it's because I sensed something unusual today and wanted to make some preparations in advance."

"Something's wrong?" Hermione immediately became alert and quickly walked to her side. "What's wrong?"

Vera ran her fingers over the texture of the wheelchair armrest, her tone uncertain: "Maybe it's just my imagination, or maybe... it's a symptom of the accident. At least I need to do something to put my mind at ease."

Hearing the pain hidden in her words, Harley and Hermione exchanged a glance, both seeing the worry in each other's eyes.

"Is it your leg or your back that's hurting again?" Harley immediately crouched down, her green eyes filled with concern. "I'm so sorry, I didn't even notice..."

Hermione's expression softened as well: "Have you been too tired lately?"

“No, it’s not a physical discomfort.” Vera shook her head gently, choosing her words carefully, not wanting to frighten them but also hoping to keep them on their guard. “It’s more like… a special premonition.”

She pointed to her temple: "Since the car accident, my senses have sometimes become very acute, and I occasionally feel danger approaching."

The explanation sounded far-fetched, but considering the wonders of the magical world, both girls nodded thoughtfully.

“So,” Harley suddenly realized, “you were looking for Fred and the others because…”

“I want to buy some protective gear,” Vera said calmly, “just in case.”

Hermione seemed to want to ask more questions, but seeing Vera's delicate brows furrow slightly and her hand unconsciously touching her heart, she couldn't help but say, "If there's any real danger, we should tell the professor!"

“Without solid evidence, would the professor believe me?” Vera gave a wry smile, her eyelashes casting dappled shadows in the lamplight. “Or perhaps, even Hermione doesn’t believe me?”

Hermione's face flushed instantly, and she waved her hands awkwardly, "I didn't not believe you... it's just... it's just..."

Before she could finish speaking, Harley gently grabbed her hand.

"Just to put Vera's mind at ease, okay?" Harley's green eyes were filled with pleading, and Hermione's heart softened immediately.

“Okay…” Hermione sighed, “but first you have to tell me, what exactly are you planning to do?”

Vera gently pushed her wheelchair closer to the two of them and lowered her voice: "I arranged to meet Fred and George in a secret passage. I'll be back soon."

Hermione bit her lip and thought for a while before finally nodding: "Okay, I'll go too."

Vera nodded gently: "Of course."

It's not curfew yet, so the three of them going out together won't attract any attention.

The three left the Gryffindor Tower and walked along the corridor.

The Halloween decorations in the castle cast eerie shadows under the dim lights, and the talking pumpkin lanterns occasionally chuckled.

"So...where is the secret passage you mentioned?" Hermione asked in a low voice.

Vera pushed her wheelchair and said softly, "We're almost there."

They arrived on the fifth floor. There were few people in the corridor at this time, and the moonlight shone through the high windows, illuminating the path ahead.

"Is there really a passage here?" Hermione asked, looking at the empty corridor with a puzzled expression.

Vera pushed her wheelchair to a seemingly ordinary statue, knocked three times, and the wall immediately slid open silently, revealing a hidden entrance.

"Wow!" Harley's eyes widened in surprise. "This is..."

“They told me,” Vera explained softly, pushing her wheelchair inside.

Fred and George had been waiting for a long time in the fairly spacious corridor, and they both smiled when they saw them come in.

"Our junior schoolmate has finally arrived! And she brought a friend?" Fred greeted her warmly.

Vera pushed her wheelchair to the table, her gaze sweeping over the items: "Is everything I need ready?"

George winked mysteriously: "Of course, we searched for a long time before finding a few that met the requirements."

He took out a small wooden box from under the table, carefully opened it, and inside were several small metal balls neatly arranged.

“Smoke bomb,” George explained in a low voice, “an improved version that lasts longer than a regular smoke bomb and has some interesting ingredients added to ensure that any creature will temporarily lose its sense of direction.”

Vera took the wooden box and carefully examined the items inside: "Is there anything else?"

Fred then took out a small cloth bag: "Portable swamp. Throwing it out will create a small swamp area. Creatures that get stuck in it will have a hard time getting out, but it only lasts for ten minutes."

In Vera's memory, there is an original version of this. In the original story, after the Weasley twins rebelled against Umbridge, they also left a swamp in the school corridor, which remained there for a long time.