The wheelchair-bound warrior is speedrunning Hogwarts.

Knox poked his head out of the cat bed, lightly jumped onto the bed, and curled up next to her.

She stroked the cat's soft fur, took out the book "The Basic Principles and Techniques of Closing the Brain" from the hidden pocket of her wheelchair, and leaned against the headboard to continue studying it.

Having had that experience, she had a much better understanding of the basic content in the book on this topic.

After a few more practice sessions, you should be considered to have mastered the basics.

It seems that I need to do more of these brain-training activities in the future.

In the lounge, Ron, who was playing chess with the Hach duo, suddenly sneezed.

Author's note: Just a reminder, the bounty ends tonight.

Chapter 81 Fast forward to who the child's father is (not really)

In the original story, the nearly two months between Halloween and Christmas were almost uneventful and peaceful.

But only a week into November, Vera began to feel that something was amiss.

First and foremost, of course, is the increasingly bizarre behavior of Quirrell, the first-year antagonist.

He not only missed more classes, but also had other teachers substitute for him for half of the week's classes.

Moreover, when he appeared in the auditorium, his face was frighteningly pale, and his scarf was wrapped even tighter than usual.

Secondly, Hagrid has been frequently entering and leaving the Forbidden Forest lately. They visited Hagrid's cabin twice, and each time they could see that he was very worried.

Vera had tried to ask him about it, but Hagrid always stammered and changed the subject.

In addition, the black fog in the castle is becoming more and more frequent, although it is very faint, most of it is pointing in the direction of the Forbidden Forest.

Vera speculated that Voldemort, perhaps because of his previous injury, was desperately trying to hunt unicorns to survive.

Judging from Quirrell's appearance, they probably haven't succeeded yet due to Hagrid's tight defenses.

But... it's only a matter of time.

In Vera's memory, according to the original timeline, the Forbidden Forest incident should have occurred around Easter.

Did her intervention accelerate the plot?

Thinking about this, she couldn't help but feel a little worried.

If Voldemort's actions are brought forward or changed, will Harley be caught up in unknown dangers?

She must be prepared to handle it.

Just as she was pondering a solution, Harley suddenly patted her on the shoulder from behind: "Vera! You're spacing out again."

Vera snapped out of her reverie, glanced around, and then remembered that they seemed to have a spells class in the morning; they had to hurry to the classroom.

"Sorry," she said softly, "I was lost in thought. Let's get going."

Seeing her move her wheelchair straight forward with a puzzled look, Harley turned to look at Hermione, then quickly stepped forward to help push the wheelchair.

"Vera, you seem to be spacing out more and more lately," she asked worriedly, pushing the wheelchair. "Is something wrong, or...?"

Harley pursed her lips. Since the last time, she had learned to restrain herself and never bring up Vera's health issues directly.

Hermione leaned closer, looking at her with concern: "After the last examination, didn't Madam Pomfrey say she could provide a new medicine? Why don't you give it a try?"

Before today, Vera would occasionally drift into a trance while practicing Occlumency.

So, to put their minds at ease, Vera had no choice but to repeat Mrs. Pomfrey's advice from the school infirmary that day.

Of course, it was not revealed that this precious medicinal material was Phoenix Tears.

For this reason, although Harley Hermione often saw Vera lost in thought, she simply assumed that Vera was often absent-minded because she didn't know how to make a decision.

Vera lowered her gaze: "I haven't decided yet."

Harley was quite puzzled by her hesitation and couldn't help but say, "But since the principal took the initiative to offer it, it means he thinks it's worth it."

Before Vera could answer, Hermione seemed to realize something and gently patted Harley's hand, signaling her to stop.

Then, she leaned down to look Vera in the wheelchair in the eye: "Vera, are you... afraid that the treatment won't work?"

Instinctively, Vera clenched her fingers.

She stared intently into Hermione's eyes, her own reflection shimmering in those warm brown eyes.

Many times, Vera had to admit that the Hermione she knew seemed to be a little better at understanding people than the one in the original story.

Phoenix Tears are indeed an excellent medicine, possessing powerful healing effects, capable of dispelling negative influences, and the only antidote to Basilisk venom.

It can be said that before Vera awakened her magic circuits, Phoenix Tears was indeed the drug she most wanted to try.

However… after the failure of the last time when she couldn’t even stand up after the source stream reconstruction, she inevitably became more cautious.

It's not that I don't want to use it, it's just that I've lost hope.

After all, in the original work, Phoenix Tears is more adept at healing wounds and detoxifying, and it is still unknown whether it will be effective for her own symptoms of inability to move.

Vera sighed softly, her long, silver-gray hair falling over her shoulders: "I just... don't want to have too many expectations of myself."

Hearing her slightly trembling voice, Hermione felt a pang of tenderness and placed her hand on her knee.

“It’s okay,” Harley suddenly took her hand, warmth spreading through their skin. “No matter what happens, we’ll be with you.”

Hermione said softly, "Vera, shall we go with you? No matter the outcome, at least... at least try."

Vera looked up at the two innocent little faces so close to hers, and her throat suddenly tightened.

She took a deep breath and nodded gently: "Okay."

Although her skill level in occult surgery is still at the beginner level, she has already benefited from it and is able to better control her emotions.

Even if we might have to face Dumbledore, we won't be intimidated.

As for preventing the other party from using mind control techniques...

Frankly, even if this Dumbledore is the White Devil version, given that her current behavior is basically normal, Dumbledore has almost no reason to use Legilimency on her at will.

The practice we've been doing lately is just a precaution against some unexpected events that might occur in the more distant future.

Soon, that afternoon, after finishing her last class of the day, Vera was rushed to the school hospital by Hach.

Mrs. Pomfrey seemed even happier to see the three of them together than she had imagined.

After performing a few simple checks, she finally asked, "Miss Black, have you made up your mind?"

Vera turned her head and glanced at the two figures guarding the door, then nodded slightly: "Yes, Madam, whatever the outcome, I think I should give it a try."

“That’s wonderful!” Mrs. Pomfrey said enthusiastically. “I’ll go and inform Headmaster Dumbledore right away. Please wait here for a moment.”

As she hurriedly left, Harley Hermione, who was guarding the door, also quickly slipped in.

"How is it?" Hermione asked quickly.

Vera nodded gently: "Mrs. Pomfrey went to inform the headmaster."

Harley nervously wrung her hands, wondering what kind of treatment it would be...

For some reason, her action kept making Vera hallucinate the expectant fathers waiting outside the delivery room.

She immediately snapped out of her daze and quickly dismissed the strange association.

Hermione took her hand at the right moment: "Don't worry, everything will be alright."

Vera shook hands with him and nodded gently.

To be honest, she wasn't as calm as she appeared. Her heart was pounding in her chest, but she didn't want them to worry, so she kept it under control.

Author's Note: The bounty has ended! There were a total of 8 chapters up for grabs. Thank you all so much for your support! I've already paid out 5 chapters, so there are 3 left. Since I'm out of drafts, I'll probably have to wait two or three days to release them all at once. Thank you for your understanding.

Chapter 82 The Effect of Phoenix Tears

Not long after, Madam Pomfrey returned, followed by Dumbledore.

Up close, the old man was taller than I had imagined. Today he was wearing a dark blue robe adorned with stars, and his blue eyes behind his crescent-shaped glasses were particularly bright.

Upon seeing him arrive, Hach, who had been surrounding Vera, immediately stood up, appearing somewhat reserved.

"Good afternoon, Miss Potter, Miss Granger." Dumbledore nodded gently to them, showing no particular attitude.

Then he turned to Vera in the wheelchair, "Miss Black, are you ready for treatment?"

Vera tensed up instinctively, but maintained a calm demeanor: "Yes, Principal, thank you very much for your generosity."

Dumbledore smiled slightly: "Just call me Professor. I'm happy to help my students. However..."

His gaze lingered on Harley and Hermione for a moment. "Perhaps you two ladies could wait outside during the treatment?"

Harley clearly wanted to say something, but Hermione tugged at her sleeve: "Of course, Professor, we'll just wait outside."

After the two left, Dumbledore took a small crystal bottle from his robe pocket. Inside were a few drops of crystalline liquid that shimmered like pearls under the light.

“I happen to have a phoenix, and it’s been in a good mood lately,” he winked, “so collecting these tears won’t be difficult.”

He handed the small bottle to Mrs. Pomfrey: "I think it will be even more effective when used in conjunction with the potion that Severus prepared earlier."

Mrs. Pomfrey nodded and immediately went to prepare the medicine.

Dumbledore turned to Vera: "The Phoenix Tears have powerful healing abilities, but they are not a panacea. The effects will vary from person to person depending on their individual circumstances."

Vera understood that he was subtly reminding her not to have too high expectations: "I understand, Professor."

Seemingly curious about her current attitude, Dumbledore's deep blue eyes gazed at her through his half-moon spectacles, his gaze gentle yet seemingly able to see through people's hearts.

“Miss Black,” he asked suddenly, “I understand you grew up in the Muggle world. Are you settling in well at Hogwarts?”

Vera paused for a moment, then nodded: "Yes, Professor, it's very nice here."

She paused, then added softly, "I cherish this place very much."

It should be said that even if she was a time traveler, the huge difference of suddenly being transported into such a body would still make her feel extremely depressed.

It wasn't until she arrived at Hogwarts, surrounded by so many people, had normal social interactions, and had a goal to strive for, that her mindset gradually returned to balance.

Dumbledore looked on thoughtfully, his gaze softening slightly: "Hogwarts always welcomes every little wizard who truly loves magic."

Just then, Madam Pomfrey returned, holding a steaming crystal glass: "The potion is ready."

Under her guidance, Vera lay down on the examination bed, while Dumbledore stood up and waited outside the bed curtains.

"Take the potion first," Madam Pomfrey said, handing her a cup of deep purple liquid. "This will help your body better absorb the effects of the Phoenix Tears."

Vera took the cup, took a deep breath, tilted her head back, and drank the medicine in one gulp.

The taste was bittersweet, and after drinking it, I immediately felt a warm current spreading from my stomach to my whole body, which was indescribably comfortable.

Then, Madam Pomfrey used her wand to guide the phoenix tears in the crystal bottle, making them float in the air and form a string of sparkling water droplets.

“Now, relax,” she said softly. “Let the tears seep into your skin.”

Phoenix tears fell slowly, and upon contact with Vera's skin, they were immediately absorbed.

In an instant, Vera felt a warm sensation spread throughout her body, as if sunlight had seeped into every inch of her skin.

But then, a sharp pain shot through her spine, causing her to involuntarily tense up.

“Bear with it, child,” Mrs. Pomfrey pressed her shoulder. “It’s the tears that are working.”

"I..." Vera could only grit her teeth and say with difficulty, feeling that the magical circuits in her body were about to be automatically activated by the stimulation of the Phoenix Tears, "Leave me alone...please!"

Sweat soaked her long, silver-gray hair, which clung to her pale cheeks, making her look pitiful.

In her few encounters with Vera, Mrs. Pomfrey had a general understanding of the strong sense of self-esteem hidden beneath the child's well-mannered exterior.

This child definitely wouldn't want anyone to see her in such a disheveled state.

In this situation, to avoid distracting Vera, Madame Pomfrey could only nod, turn around and step out from behind the bed curtains, leaving Vera alone in this space.

Now that she was all alone, Vera gasped for breath, gripping the sheets tightly with both hands, feeling the stinging pain gradually turn into a burning sensation, as if flames were burning inside her.

The magical circuits in her body activated automatically, and golden patterns appeared and disappeared beneath her skin, circulating rapidly within her body under the power of her tears.

"Reshape the source!" Vera gritted her teeth and whispered.

Her magic circuits were operating at full power, and crimson and gold patterns flowed beneath her skin like living things, merging with the power of the Phoenix Tears.

She felt the pain in her spine gradually lessen, replaced by a strange tingling sensation, as if countless tiny electric currents were jumping in her nerve endings.

After an unknown amount of time, the intense pain finally began to subside, replaced by an unprecedented sense of ease.

Vera slowly opened her eyes and found herself still lying on the examination bed, her whole body soaked in sweat.

She tried moving her fingers, then her arms and body, but nothing seemed amiss.