The wheelchair-bound warrior is speedrunning Hogwarts.

What's in front of us should be considered a trial version.

“And this,” George pulled something that looked like an ordinary button from his pocket, “a glue bomb. When it explodes, it sprays out super glue that can stick a person to the spot for at least half an hour.”

Harley's eyes widened, while Hermione's face turned pale: "How could you... these are clearly contraband!"

“Just in case, Hermione.” Vera gently pressed her hand, looking at her earnestly.

Only when she saw Hermione showing a hint of compromise did she turn around, put the items into the wheelchair's extended space, and take out a small bag from her pocket.

"Thirty Galleons, as we agreed beforehand."

Chapter Sixty-Two: The Castle: Look at me! (Third Update)

Just in case, Vera picked out a lot more prank props from the twins.

Although some props, in her opinion, could not reach the level of the original work.

But considering the Gemini's age, the fact that they were able to create these props at this stage is truly remarkable.

Even Harley was tempted and picked out a quill pen that could automatically dispense ink and also had a spell check function.

This thing is already a fully-fledged tool and can be used freely.

“With this, at least I won’t get stared at by Professor Snape for misspelling words,” Harry whispered to Hermione, explaining why she had her eye on the thing.

Even though she was slow to notice things, she gradually began to realize that something was wrong over this period of time—

Snape probably did look at her in class, but not directly; he would occasionally glance at her coldly while instructing a student.

When Harley notices his gaze and turns away, confused, he casually looks away again.

Harley was always confused, but considering Snape's usual slight favoritism towards her, she would only think that there was something wrong with her potions or homework.

Vera didn't explain, but turned her head and said, "Let's pay for it together with the quill pen."

“No need,” Fred laughed heartily. “As our number one and largest customer, the price you offered is already far above the actual price. Consider this pen a free gift with the order.”

George winked back: "If you have any feedback after trying it out, please feel free to contact us anytime."

Seeing that they had all said so, Vera thought for a moment and smiled, "Okay, thank you then."

Hermione stood to the side, her brow furrowed as she watched them trade these items that clearly violated school rules.

Although she tried to speak up to stop her several times during this process, seeing Vera's visibly relaxed expression, she ultimately chose to remain silent.

Soon, this private magical item selection event came to an end.

Vera put the props into the bottom space of her wheelchair and was about to turn around when she suddenly felt the crystal in her chest vibrate violently.

She immediately frowned and narrowed her eyes. Through her loop vision, she saw the black mist outside the passage spreading at an alarming speed.

The castle was reminding her again.

Did Quirrell make some advance notice?

“We have to go.” She quickly pushed her wheelchair toward the exit. “It’s almost curfew, let’s not linger outside any longer.”

Hermione keenly noticed her unusual expression: "What's wrong? You don't look well."

Vera didn't answer, but instead urged them on, speeding up the wheelchair.

Harley and Hermione exchanged a glance and quickly followed.

As for the Weasley twins, they have the Marauder's Map in hand, so they don't need to worry about encountering any danger on campus.

Before long, they made it through the corridor before curfew, and after giving the fat lady the command, they returned safely to the Gryffindor common room.

By then, there were hardly any people left in the common room.

The crackling flames in the fireplace brought a warm glow to the dimly lit room.

“You guys go up first,” Vera said softly. “I want to stay here for a while.”

Harley looked at her worriedly: "Are you sure you don't need us with you?"

“I’m fine,” Vera smiled slightly. “I’m just a little tired tonight and want to be alone for a while.”

Hermione hesitated for a moment, then finally nodded: "Alright then, don't stay out too late."

After Harley and Hermione returned to their room, Vera pushed her wheelchair to the window and gazed at the outline of the Forbidden Forest in the distance.

The magic circuits flowed slowly within her body, and only then did she vaguely see a cloud of black mist spreading from the direction of the Forbidden Forest toward the castle.

Forest ban...?

She squinted, carefully discerning the direction of the black mist.

The troll should be in the dungeons of Hogwarts Castle now, and this aura is even more dangerous and chaotic than the troll itself, carrying a kind of evil fluctuation that she is familiar with.

It's Voldemort!

Her fingers unconsciously gripped the wheelchair armrests, and her breath hitched slightly.

In the original book, Voldemort did indeed hunt unicorns in the Forbidden Forest to sustain his life, but that was around the Easter holidays, which would be around April of next year.

It's only November now... Does that mean Quirrell has already been scouting and reconnaissance around the Forbidden Forest since this time, preparing for the unicorn hunt?

Tsk, this is a bit troublesome.

With her current strength, venturing into the Forbidden Forest to investigate Voldemort's movements would be tantamount to courting death.

If we rashly inform those centaurs... of those arrogant fellows, only Ferenze is somewhat friendly towards humans.

Even so, given his current state and strength, it would be difficult for him to trust a human student who suddenly appeared to remind him to look after the unicorns in the Forbidden Forest.

That leaves only one option.

In any case, given the physique of the half-giant, his magic resistance was practically maxed out, so Voldemort couldn't do anything to Hagrid at this stage.

The hunting ground guard still harbored a slight prejudice against him, but... it wasn't a big problem.

Vera let out a soft breath and pushed her wheelchair back to her dormitory.

Harley and Hermione have changed into their pajamas and are discussing their plans for Halloween tomorrow.

Upon seeing Vera return, the two stopped talking at the same time.

"Are you feeling better?" Harley asked with concern.

Vera nodded: "Yes, it's all over now."

Hermione looked at her worriedly: "Are you sure? You looked really bad in the corridor just now."

“I’m just a little tired,” Vera replied casually, pushing her wheelchair to the bedside and then looking at Harley.

Before she could even speak, Harley came over and helped her to the bed, her movements more careful than usual: "If you need any help, please let us know."

Vera looked into her earnest green eyes and nodded gently: "I will."

Hermione turned off the light, plunging the dormitory into darkness.

Vera lay in bed, listening to Harley and Hermione's even breathing, but her thoughts remained unsettled for a long time.

I'm still too weak. If I were stronger and able to move around normally, I wouldn't need to rely on others for this kind of thing.

She gently turned over, closed her eyes, and felt the flow of magic circuits within her body.

Since breaking through to the initial stage of mastery, her perception and control of magic have undergone a qualitative leap. She has also begun to become proficient in those advanced spells that she couldn't master before.

But the biggest limitation was indeed his own body and his not-so-abundant magical power.

More practical experience is still needed.

She sighed softly, and Knox crawled over from the foot of the bed, his warm body pressed against her calves.

Tomorrow is Halloween, and she's really looking forward to it.

Chapter 63 As everyone knows, Halloween is a high-risk holiday (Fourth update)

The next morning, Vera got up quietly, without disturbing Harry and Hermione who were still fast asleep.

Knox poked his head out of the cat bed, his amber eyes gleaming in the morning light.

"Shh..." Vera gestured for it to be quiet and pushed her wheelchair to the window.

As dawn broke, the outline of the Forbidden Forest was faintly visible through the thin mist.

The black fog from last night has disappeared, and the Forbidden Forest now looks peaceful, as if nothing had happened.

It seems Quirrell didn't hunt the unicorn yesterday...

Fortunately, the plot did not deviate from its intended course.

I wonder if this legendary newbie village boss, possessed by Voldemort, will die from overwork if he keeps burning the midnight oil every day, causing all sorts of trouble and doing hard labor, while being possessed by Voldemort and having his life force absorbed.

Vera shook her head, silently pulling her thoughts back from their wanderings.

Otherwise, she would associate Quirrell's lack of hair with Voldemort being bald, and so on.

After quietly washing up, Vera fed Knox cat food and watched him eat with gusto. She gently smiled, then took out the medicine from the extended space of her wheelchair, tilted her head back, and drank it all in one gulp.

The bitter medicine slid down my throat, bringing a familiar burning sensation.

She gripped the wheelchair armrests tightly, biting her lip hard to make sure she didn't make a sound.

Soon, as the medication took effect, the dull pain in my spine was slightly relieved.

Vera let out a long sigh of relief, her forehead covered in sweat, and then leaned against the window, using the morning light to begin flipping through a notebook she had brought from the Room of Requirement.

This notebook records many theories and practical methods of ancient magic. Although the handwriting is somewhat blurred, the author's profound knowledge is still evident.

As she read, she tried to adjust the trajectory of the magic circuits according to the methods in the notes.

Soon, golden patterns began to appear and disappear beneath her skin, and the flow of magic became smoother.

Most importantly, it can reduce the blockage during spell casting and also reduce the magic power consumed by spell casting to a certain extent.

“I see…” Vera murmured to herself, her fingertips lightly tracing a complex principle on the page.

Although she was quite adept at using magic circuits before, she would probably need to figure out some of the finer details of the techniques on her own for several years without guidance.

Ironically, even at Hogwarts, no one could teach her this ability.

Until that day, because her magic circuits were about to break through, she went to the Room of Requirement on short notice and found such a room.

Vera gently closed the notebook, her fingertips unconsciously tracing the blurred signature on the cover—a cursive "B" with a drawing next to it, which was no longer legible.

The author of this notebook clearly possessed magical circuits just like her, and many of its insights could be of great help to her own mastery of magical circuits.

Just then, a rustling sound came from behind.

"Vera?" Harley sat up in bed, still half asleep, her black hair a mess like a bird's nest. "You're up so early?"

Vera turned around, pushing her wheelchair around: "Couldn't sleep? Did I wake you?"

Harley rubbed her eyes, then suddenly jumped out of bed as if she remembered something: "No... right, it's Halloween today!"

She excitedly rushed to the wardrobe, rummaging through the neatest school robe: "Hermione! Get up!"

Hermione mumbled a reply, then suddenly seemed to realize something and sprang out of bed: "What time is it? Why are you all up?"

"It's only 6:30, but today is Halloween!" Harley was already dressed up and trying to smooth down the frizzy hair. "This is the first time I've ever celebrated this holiday at school!"

Vera paused for a moment, realizing that Harley probably wasn't in the mood for these holidays either, and couldn't say anything more for a moment.

She could only turn to Hermione, who was clearly still half asleep, and say, "You don't need to get up so early. You can sleep a little longer."

"Never mind, it's time to get up anyway." Hermione yawned, cleared her head a little, and got out of bed.

The three girls got up one after another to wash up and prepare for Halloween.

There were already quite a few early risers in the common room, excitedly discussing tonight's banquet.

Ron and Neville, who were sitting by the fireplace, waved to them as they came downstairs.

“I heard there’s a special program at tonight’s banquet,” Ron said excitedly. “Fred said Dumbledore has arranged a ghost parade!”

Harley's eyes lit up: "Really?"

Vera glanced at them and calmly said, "Have you forgotten that they said the Sorting Ceremony was to deal with trolls?"

Harley and Ron froze simultaneously, while Hermione looked speechless: "Obviously, they're still playing a trick on you, and you've fallen for it again."

“Uh…this sounds pretty real.” Ron scratched his head awkwardly, trying to explain.

Vera shrugged and gently pushed the wheelchair: "Let's go to the auditorium first."

Hogwarts is more lively than usual on Halloween. The corridors are filled with moving pumpkin lanterns and floating ghosts, the air is filled with the sweet aroma of pumpkin pie, and even the floating candles have turned a ghostly green.