The wheelchair-bound warrior is speedrunning Hogwarts.

The first thing to do is to determine the weather for that day. Fortunately, she often goes to the observatory now, ostensibly to do stargazing homework, but she can also use the stars to judge the weather for the next day.

Secondly, you need to make sure you are in a position where you can clearly see Quirrell sitting in the teachers' section.

Next, based on the angle at which the sunlight is focused, calculate the placement of the telescope to ensure it will not be discovered.

Perfectly, Quidditch is a sport that requires players to fly around everywhere. There are fourteen players on two teams, three kinds of balls flying all over the field, and at that time everyone's attention was focused on Harley, including Quirrell and Snape.

In this situation, one's subtle actions will not be so easily detected.

However, the most physically demanding part is that during this process, she must maintain the state of source reshaping throughout, concentrating her magic in her eyes in order to precisely control the movement and angle adjustment of the telescope.

After all this, her magic and energy were completely depleted, and the old injury to her spine began to feel numb.

Pushing her wheelchair back to the castle alone, Vera immediately took out a bottle of painkiller from a hidden compartment in the wheelchair and drank it all in one gulp.

The bitter medicine slid down my throat, bringing a familiar burning sensation, but soon the dull pain in my spine was relieved quite a bit.

She let out a long sigh, pushed the wheelchair to the bedside, and laboriously transferred to the bed to lie down.

Knox jumped down from the cat tree and landed lightly beside her, looking at her with concern in his eyes.

"I'm fine." Vera gently stroked the cat's soft fur, feeling the medicine slowly taking effect in her body.

Knox curled up beside her, his warm body pressed against her calves, purring softly.

Outside the window, the cheers from the Quidditch stadium could still be faintly heard.

She listened intently for a while, a slight smile playing on her lips.

Harley won the match, Gryffindor emerged victorious, and everything proceeded according to the plot.

As for whether her act of using a telescope to focus sunlight and burn Voldemort today will provoke the Dark Lord's wrath...

Anyway, that little thing that can only parasitize Quirrell's head won't be able to move again for three years after this year ends.

But if the plot changes along the way... there's nothing to be afraid of; the enemy won't stop just because she's afraid.

And she will not let the unknown future hold her back.

Vera closed her eyes, and the magic circuits within her body flowed slowly, helping her recover her depleted power.

Unbeknownst to them, amidst Knox's snoring, the bricks inside the dormitory began to emit a faint glow.

Fine golden patterns emerged on the surface of those ancient stones, flowing slowly from Vera's center as if they were alive.

The golden patterns wrapped around her fingertips like vines, glowing faintly.

Vera closed her eyes and unconsciously frowned.

At this moment, she could only feel an indescribable comfort in her body, as if she were soaking in hot water, and her body and mind were recovering at an unprecedented speed.

Knox sat up alertly, its amber pupils glowing slightly in the dimly lit bedroom. It gently nuzzled Vera's cheek and meowed twice.

Kittens with raccoon dog lineage rarely make sounds on their own; they only alert their owners when they sense something is wrong.

Vera opened her eyes alertly, and was startled when she saw traces of magic flowing even between the cracks in the wall tiles above her head.

No wonder she vaguely sensed that the magical circuits resonated with an unknown force in the outside world; it turned out to be Hogwarts…

Is the castle helping her regain her strength?

The moment this idea came to mind, the surrounding illuminated bricks and stones gradually went out.

"Wait!" Vera hurriedly tried to sit up to stop them, but it was too late. She could only watch as everything around her returned to normal, as if nothing had happened.

How could this be?

Is it because she opened her eyes? Is the snail castle that secretly helped her restore shy?

...Even a fool would know that this is not the answer.

Vera lowered her head and clenched her fist tightly, confirming that her strength had recovered considerably before she could barely come to a conclusion—

The castle's willingness to help itself recover likely depends on the core metric of Hogwarts' approval rating.

Although there are only a few simple bonuses on the surface, you can unlock more privileges by continuing to increase your recognition level.

At that time, within the boundaries of Hogwarts, she might actually be able to rival those adult wizards, or even contend with Voldemort, thanks to the field's enhancements.

Taking a deep breath, Vivi reached out and gently stroked the cat in her arms.

Seeing that she was awake, Knox also immediately woke up, raised his head and affectionately nuzzled her cheek.

"Okay, Knox... haha, it tickles!" Vera was knocked back onto the bed by the kitten, which had grown a bit bigger, and couldn't help but play with it for a while.

But soon, after Knox had been affectionate enough with her, he flicked his tail, turned around and jumped off the bed, munching away at the cat food bowl.

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Vera ruffled the cat fur off her face with a hint of helplessness, slowly sat up, and watched it eat contentedly. Her initially gratified expression gradually calmed down.

The dormitory was quiet. Harley's always energetic voice was gone, as was the rustling of Hermione's pages. Only the soft sound of Knox chewing cat food could be heard.

She struggled to sit up, pushed her wheelchair to the window, and gazed at the silhouette of the Forbidden Forest in the distance under the sunlight.

Regardless of her past life, she had already gotten used to being alone during her time at the Blake mansion.

But now... after resting in the room for a while, she felt a little empty and uncomfortable.

She sighed softly, picked up a book from the bedside table, and prepared to pass the time while waiting for them to return.

Just then, the dormitory door was gently pushed open.

"Vera, how did you rest?"

Harry poked her head in and saw Vera sitting by the window, looking much better. She quickly walked in, her face beaming, and said, "Guess what we found out from Hagrid?"

"What did he say?" Vera put down her book and asked politely.

Hermione followed closely behind and said, "Hagrid let it slip that the thing being guarded by Fluffy is connected to a man named Nicolas Flamel."

“Nico Flamel?” Vera raised an eyebrow.

"You know him?" Hermione asked quickly. "I feel like I've seen that name somewhere before."

Vera thought for a moment and shook her head: "I don't quite remember either."

Visibly, the brown-furred beaver and the green-eyed kitten's expectant faces immediately turned disappointed.

Vera suddenly felt like she was one of those bad owners who didn't feed her pets.

She silently repented for a second, then stuck to her own story.

Yeah, I just don't remember.

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Vera anticipated that Voldemort's injury would prompt him to urge Quirrell to steal the Philosopher's Stone or hunt unicorns in the Forbidden Forest.

Whether they want to defeat Cerberus or kill the unicorn, they will have to get past Hagrid.

Fortunately, she had already warned Hagrid to be on high alert, and Dumbledore would certainly be on guard as well, so Voldemort should have a hard time succeeding in the short term.

At this point, she couldn't provide clues so easily, lest Harley and the others run straight into Quirrell.

We should observe the actions of the Dark Lord and his servants before making a decision.

Harley was still racking her brains, "If even Vera doesn't know, then we'll have to go to the library and look up this person!"

Vera looked into Harley's sparkling green eyes, and a smile involuntarily crept onto her lips: "Good idea, but..."

She pointed to the darkening sky outside the window, "The library should be closed now."

"Then let's go together first thing tomorrow morning." Hermione's expression warmed up at the mention of going to the library.

Vera looked at them, and although she didn't want to dampen their spirits, she could only shake her head: "I have to go see Mrs. Pomfrey for my routine check-up tomorrow."

She had been going for regular checkups before, but she had never had them accompany her.

She always came and went quietly. Ha and He could guess where she went, but they always tacitly avoided mentioning it.

Harley paused, then slapped her forehead in annoyance: "I almost forgot about that! Vera, can I take you tomorrow?"

“…Alright.” Vera hesitated for a moment, then finally nodded. “Hermione, are you coming too?”

After a minor argument with Harley, she suddenly realized that... trying to get them to accompany her shouldn't be as difficult as she had imagined.

“Of course!” Before Hermione could speak, Harley made the decision for her. “It’s settled then! We’ll wait outside until you’ve finished your checkup, and then we’ll go to the library together to look up information.”

“Fine,” Hermione shrugged, her posture conveying a sense of helplessness, but the smile on her face betrayed her. “I have no objection.”

Looking at them with mixed feelings, Vera's slightly pursed lips finally curved upwards.

After finishing his cat food, Knox lightly jumped onto Vera's lap and yawned contentedly.

Harley picked up the cat and petted it for a while, then, as if she had just thought of something, asked curiously, "By the way, Vera, the color of the medicine you drank before seems a little different. Is it a new medicine?"

“Hmm,” Vera replied casually, “Professor Snape improved it again, so I can sleep more soundly at night.”

However, the effect is limited to maintaining stability and cannot significantly improve her current situation.

Hermione's smiling eyes flickered. She keenly noticed the reservation in Vera's words, opened her mouth as if to speak, but ultimately did not ask.

She glanced at the completely dark sky outside the window: "It's getting late, we should go have dinner. Vera, how are you feeling? Can you come to the auditorium with us?"

Vera checked her body and nodded gently, "Yes, I'm much better now."

On the way from the dormitory to the Great Hall, Harley brought up their previous agreement again, and even after the three of them were seated at the Gryffindor table, she was still enthusiastically making plans:

"It seems like it's been cloudy these past few days... Once the weather gets a bit warmer, I'll take you flying! I guarantee it'll be much more comfortable than sitting in a wheelchair!"

Hermione couldn't help but remind her, "Harley, you need to make sure you can guarantee Vera's safety first."

“At worst, we can just find a rope and tie Vera and me together!” Harley retorted. “That way, at least if we fall, I can act as a cushioning sandbag.”

Upon hearing this, Vera, who was drinking pumpkin soup, almost choked. After a bout of coughing, her fair face turned bright red.

Hermione rolled her eyes: "Harley Potter! What a terrible idea!"

Harry stuck out her tongue: "I was just joking. Besides, Vera wouldn't actually let me—"

"If it's just once in a while, you can give it a try." Vera, who had finally recovered, calmly interrupted her.

Harley and Hermione were both stunned, their eyes immediately turning to her.

After a long pause, Hermione couldn't help but burst out laughing first, while Harry looked at her with a resentful expression: "Vera, how could you be so heartless..."

"Why not?" Vera raised an eyebrow with a rare mischievous glint in her eyes. "Although I hope everything goes smoothly, if any problems arise, my safety will depend on you, Miss Sandbag~"

Harry stared blankly, her eyes wide, and stammered, "I...I didn't mean that..."

Hermione laughed so hard she almost fell over: "Go for it, Miss Sandbag!"

At this point, Harley finally realized what was happening, and a blush spread across her face.

She angrily forked a piece of grilled sausage and stuffed it into her mouth, muttering indistinctly, "You two are always bullying me..."

Vera and Hermione exchanged a smile, which was a reluctant way of letting her go.

For the rest of the time, the long table was bustling with activity because of Gryffindor's victory.

Harley was quickly surrounded by her classmates, who excitedly discussed the amazing plays she had made during the game.

Vera ate her dinner quietly, occasionally responding to Hermione's speculations about Nicolas Flamel.

Her gaze occasionally swept towards the teachers' section, and she frowned slightly when she noticed that Quirrell's seat was still empty and even Snape was not there.

As I shifted my gaze slightly, I came into contact with a pair of blue eyes hidden behind glasses—

Dumbledore was looking at her gently through his half-moon spectacles, his gaze carrying a hint of inquiry.

Vera's heart skipped a beat. She smiled nonchalantly at the other person, then lowered her head, pretending to focus on the food on her plate.

"What's wrong?" Hermione noticed her unusual expression and asked with concern.

She shook her head. "I was just thinking about tomorrow's checkup."

Vera wasn't sure if the old man, who was undoubtedly the greatest wizard of his time in the original story, had noticed anything, but at least for now, none of her actions had crossed any lines.

Yes, it just so happens that I am in a position where I have some talent, am a little more mature, but am still within the reach of a student.

Although soon Vera was preparing to do something that would exceed Dumbledore's expectations.

But as most Gryffindors who have broken the rules think, as long as they are not caught, it is as if they have not broken the rules.

Vera thought that she probably was indeed a Gryffindor.

Chapter Seventy-Seven: Phoenix Tears (Bounty x4)