The wheelchair-bound warrior is speedrunning Hogwarts.

"Gryffindor has possession! Angelina Johnson beautifully evades the Slytherin beater and heads straight for the goal—oh no! She almost got hit by the wandering ball!"

Through her binoculars, Vera saw Harley circling high in the sky, searching for the Golden Snitch like a vigilant falcon.

He's completely different from Harry Potter in the movies, who sits in the VIP seats.

Just then, a roaming ball suddenly shot straight towards Harley—

"Watch out!" Hermione blurted out, even though she knew Harley couldn't hear her.

Harley quickly sensed the danger and dodged the ball with a beautiful dive, eliciting gasps and applause from the stands.

Vera's gaze followed Harley's every move, and the binoculars in front of her adjusted their angle accordingly.

Harley's flying skills are truly amazing; every turn and every dive is as smooth as an instinctive reaction.

Even so, when the game had been going on for twenty minutes, the score was already 20:60, with Slytherin in the lead.

Just as a Gryffindor Chaser was forced to leave the field due to being sandwiched between two Slytherins, a gasp suddenly erupted from the stands.

"Look!" Hermione suddenly grabbed Vera's arm. "Harley seems to have discovered something!"

Vera looked in the direction she was pointing and saw Harley's Nimbus 2000 suddenly accelerate and speed off towards the other end of the court.

Slytherin's Seeker, Terrence Higgins, reacted immediately and followed suit.

"Both Seekers accelerate at the same time!" Lee Jordan's voice was filled with excitement. "They must have both seen the Golden Snitch!"

The atmosphere in the stadium instantly became tense, and everyone held their breath, watching the chase unfold.

Harley lowered her body, almost parallel to the broom, and her red figure streaked across the sky like a bolt of lightning.

Vera's fingers unconsciously tightened around the telescope, the magic circuits within her accelerated, and the circuit vision automatically activated.

In her golden vision, she could see a faint magical fluctuation surrounding Harley—a resonance born from the perfect harmony between her and the broom.

Just then, something unexpected happened.

Harley's broom suddenly began to shake violently, as if being pulled by an invisible force, and started to spin wildly in the air.

A gasp erupted from the stands, drawing everyone's attention.

Harley gripped the broom handle tightly, clamping it between her legs to maintain her balance.

But the broom shook more and more violently, and even began to bounce up and down, as if it was going to throw her off.

"What happened?" Hermione jumped up in alarm. "Harley's broom is out of control!"

Vera, who had anticipated this situation, narrowed her eyes and looked through the binoculars at Quirrell, who was sitting in the teachers' seat, and Snape, who was sitting in front of him.

"Was there something wrong with the broom when Slytherin bumped into it?" Neville, standing in the row below them, asked, his face pale.

"Impossible! Nothing can interfere with a flying broomstick except powerful black magic!" Ron said anxiously.

Upon hearing this, Hermione quickly set up her binoculars and looked around for a while, even wanting to pull Vera along to help her find the person.

But when he turned his head, he saw Vera staring intently at the sky, and the brass telescope that had been floating in front of her was nowhere to be seen.

"Vera?" Hermione called out quickly, "What are you looking at? Where's your binoculars?"

As if just coming to her senses, Vera looked around for a while, then shook her head: "It seems to be gone. I don't know where it fell."

Hermione hesitated for a moment, then, seeing that Harley was still suffering on the broom, she had no choice but to pick up the binoculars and continue searching herself.

Meanwhile, Vera, who had just brushed off Hermione, raised her head again, her eyes, strengthened by the Source Remodeling, fixed on the brass telescope that had unknowingly risen into the air using the Levitation Charm.

This is why, despite her physical limitations, she deliberately sought out the very edge of the highest row—so that she wouldn't be discovered by those around her when she was doing something wrong.

In this situation, everyone's attention was focused on Harley in the arena, so who would care about a little witch who was unable to move around and could do nothing?

Then, Vera gently waved her wand, which was hidden in her wizard's robe.

Without anyone noticing, the telescope quietly changed its angle, and the lens that had been removed and reinstalled was pointed at the teachers' seats.

It was almost noon, and even though it was autumn, the sun was still quite strong.

Vera raised her lips and looked at Quirrell, who was still intently staring at Harley from the teachers' table, his lips twitching slightly... and the headscarf on his head.

I wonder what Voldemort would taste like after being baked by the sun?

Vera held her breath, her eyes fixed on the trajectory of the ray of sunlight.

She meticulously adjusted the telescope's lenses to focus the intense sunlight onto a single point, precisely landing it on Quirrell's headscarf.

At first, Quirrell seemed to just twist his neck uncomfortably, but soon his body began to tremble violently.

A barely audible hissing sound came from under the large scarf, like the painful sound of some creature being burned.

"Ah!" Quirrell suddenly jumped up from his seat, frantically scratching the back of his head. "Hot! So hot!"

Chaos erupted at the teachers' table.

Professor McGonagall turned around in surprise, and Snape's expression suddenly relaxed as he looked at Quirrell with some astonishment.

"Professor Quirrell! What's wrong?" Professor Flitwick asked hurriedly.

Quirrell stammered, unable to speak, only scratching the back of his head, his face frighteningly pale.

His scarf was pulled crookedly, vaguely revealing the charred marks inside.

But in this situation, he could only wrap his scarf even tighter than before, and after saying something, he stood up and quickly left.

Almost at the same moment Quirrell jumped up from the heat, Harley's broom returned to normal, and she nimbly flipped in the air, regaining her balance on the broom.

Vera's lips curled up almost imperceptibly, and with a gentle wave of her wand, the telescope quietly returned to her hand.

It was as if nothing had happened.

"Harley's alright!" Hermione exclaimed, grabbing Vera's arm excitedly. "You scared me to death! What just happened?"

Vera calmly withdrew her gaze: "I don't know, maybe the broom just malfunctioned temporarily."

Chapter 74 Quirrell is a bit too obvious (Bounty x1)

"Look!" Ron suddenly shouted, "Harley has spotted the Golden Snitch!"

Everyone's attention immediately returned to the arena. Harley's Nimbus 2000, like a red lightning bolt, sped towards the other end of the court.

Slytherin's Seeker was a fraction of a second too slow, but quickly picked up the pace.

Just like in the original story, Harley swooped down with incredible speed, pulling up her broom just feet from the ground, and simultaneously leaped towards the Golden Snitch, who was right in front of her—

As she crashed heavily onto the lawn, people saw her struggle to get up, covering her mouth with her hand as if she were about to vomit.

Then, something golden fell into her palm.

"She caught it! Harley Potter caught the Golden Snitch!" Lee Jordan's voice echoed throughout the stadium. "Gryffindor defeats Slytherin 170-60."

Gryffindor defeated Slytherin with a score of 170:60.

A deafening roar of cheers erupted from the crowd, and the entire stands instantly erupted in jubilation. Gryffindor students cheered and jumped for joy, waving red flags in the stands.

Hermione excitedly grabbed Vera's hand: "We won! Harley really did it!"

Vera breathed a sigh of relief. Although she had set a trap for Harry, she couldn't help her in Quidditch; everything depended on Harry herself.

In hindsight, she had worried unnecessarily.

She pushed the wheelchair and left the stands with Hermione, joining the excited Gryffindor students on the way down.

As they struggled through the cheering crowd to reach the center of the court, they saw Harley being tossed high into the air by her teammates, her bright red jersey gleaming in the sunlight.

Her face beamed with the joy of victory, her green eyes sparkled, and she radiated an unprecedented glow.

Vera and Hermione stood behind the crowd, watching Harry surrounded by people, their faces beaming with genuine joy.

“She looks really happy,” Hermione said softly.

Vera nodded, her gaze softening: "She deserves it."

"Vera! Hermione!" Harry, who had just been put down, spotted them in the crowd and waved excitedly, "We won!"

Hermione rushed forward excitedly and gave Harley, who had just been put down, a big hug: "That was amazing! You actually caught the thief that way!"

"Hehe, I was lucky, otherwise I would have fallen and been eliminated before I caught the thief." Harley scratched her head sheepishly.

Vera pushed her wheelchair over to them, looked up at her, and said, "Congratulations, Harley."

Harley crouched down to be at eye level with Vera in the wheelchair, her face still flushed from exercise: "I did it. Do you remember what we promised each other?"

Vera paused for a moment, then nodded: "Of course I remember."

"It's a deal then! We can set a time now—"

Harley was excitedly planning her performance when Wood and the other team members gathered around, praising her efforts.

“Porter, you’re a genius!” Wood exclaimed excitedly. “That dive was absolutely beautiful!”

“Yes, Higgins has been completely outmaneuvered by you!” Angelina Johnson patted Hallie on the shoulder.

Harley scratched her head sheepishly, "Thanks, but the broom suddenly went out of control just now, and almost..."

“Speaking of which,” Wood frowned, “I need to take a good look at your broom; a Nimbus 2000 shouldn’t be malfunctioning like this.”

Vera glanced discreetly at the teachers' table and saw Snape staring at them with a complicated expression.

"Alright, guys!" Wood clapped his hands. "Go to the locker room and change!"

The team cheered and headed towards the locker room, but Harley stayed behind: "You guys go ahead, I have something to do."

Once her teammates were out of sight, Harley immediately turned to Vera and Hermione, lowering her voice, "I still think it was really weird that my broom went out of control just now, it was like... um..."

Vera pushed her wheelchair closer to her: "It's like someone has cast a curse on her."

"A curse?" Hermione's eyes widened in surprise. "Who would do such a thing?"

Harley and Hermione exchanged a glance, and simultaneously considered the same possibility.

“You mean…” Harley whispered, “that’s the same person who released the troll?”

Vera didn't answer directly, but asked, "When you lost control, did you notice anything unusual around you?"

Harley tried to recall: "I was just focused on gripping the broom... but I think I saw Professor Quirrell suddenly stand up from the teachers' table?"

“Professor Quirrell?” Hermione asked in surprise. “You think it’s him?”

At first, she only noticed Snape staring intently at Harry, as if he were muttering something to himself.

If Professor Quirrell hadn't suddenly jumped up and interrupted her, she would have been almost certain that Snape was responsible.

“I’m not sure, I didn’t see it very clearly.” Harley shook her head.

Vera gently took Harry's hand: "Don't think about these things now, go change your clothes."

Harley nodded and hurried to the dressing room, while Vera and Hermione waited where they were.

Once most of the crowd had dispersed, Hermione asked in a low voice, "Vera, do you really think Professor Quirrell did it?"

Vera didn't answer directly: "Who knows? But Harley's broom was definitely interfered with by some kind of magic."

Hermione bit her lip: "But Professor Quirrell looks so... cowardly, how could he—"

“Sometimes appearances are the most deceptive,” Vera said softly, her gaze drifting in the direction Quirrell had gone. “Besides, don’t you think his recent behavior is suspicious?”

Hermione thought about it carefully: "Haven't he always been strange? Oh, I mean, there are quite a few strange people in the wizarding world, so based on that alone, I'm afraid..."

"Perhaps." Vera didn't rule it out completely. Anyway, with Hermione's sensitivity, as long as this blind spot that she had previously overlooked was pointed out, she would investigate it thoroughly.

Soon, Harley changed into her school uniform and caught up with her, a hint of joy still lingering on her face: "Hey, let's go find Hagrid! I think we can still get some information out of him this time."

Do they really think Hagrid is a sponge? Squeeze it, and you'll always find some information.

Vera chuckled and waved her hand, saying, "I'm a little tired after being here all morning, so I won't stay with you."

"Oh? Aren't you coming with us?" Harley's smile immediately dimmed.

Vera gently shook her head: "I want to go back to my dorm and rest for a while. You guys go ahead, remember to say hello to Hagrid for me."

Hermione keenly noticed the weariness in Vera's eyes and quietly tugged at Harry's sleeve: "Okay, then you should get some rest."

After saying that, he quickly grabbed Harley and left.

If we stay any longer, who knows what sarcastic things those two will say.

Chapter 75 What kind of fairy godmother has come to be? (Bounty x2)

Vera wasn't lying about this; she was indeed very tired.

While grilling Voldemort might be fun, it doesn't mean you can achieve that effect just by doing it casually.