The wheelchair-bound warrior is speedrunning Hogwarts.

Then, she tried to lift her legs—but she still couldn't feel anything.

“Miss Black?” Mrs. Pomfrey’s voice came from outside the curtain. “Are you alright?”

Vera took a deep breath: "I'm fine, madam."

Madam Pomfrey drew back the curtain, and Dumbledore came over. The two men looked at her with concern.

"How are you feeling?" Madam Pomfrey checked her vital signs with her wand.

Vera shook her head gently: "I still can't feel my legs... but the pain in my spine has lessened a lot."

This is the truth.

Although he still couldn't move his legs, the dull pain that had lingered for years had indeed lessened to the point of almost disappearing.

If nothing unexpected happens, at least she won't have to see those awful-tasting medicines every day anymore.

This result was a pleasant surprise for her, as she had been mentally prepared for it.

Mrs. Pomfrey gently brushed her messy hair aside: "Let's observe for a while, okay? If your condition improves, then you can use Phoenix Tears regularly to assist with the treatment."

Vera nodded, then turned to Dumbledore: "Thank you, Professor."

Dumbledore looked at her gently: "You're welcome, Miss Black."

Chapter 83 Today is another day I've been captured by Harley.

Vera's complexion had improved considerably by the time Harley and Hermione were allowed into the examination room.

They nervously gathered around the bed, glancing hesitantly at the two adults beside them, as if they wanted to say something but then stopped themselves.

Dumbledore noticed their concerns and glanced at the time: "Oh, I just remembered I have a meeting to attend."

Miss Potter, Miss Granger, please take good care of your friends as well.

After saying that, he winked at the three girls and then turned and left the school hospital.

Seeing this, Mrs. Pomfrey simply said, "You have half an hour for visiting hours," and then retreated to the medicine cabinet to organize the medicines.

"How is it?" Harley asked impatiently in a low voice, "Is it working?"

Vera gently took her hand: "Much better, the nerves in your spine should have been repaired a lot."

Hermione carefully observed her expression and cautiously asked, "Really? Then... what about your leg?"

"...Still the same as always."

Harley's expression instantly darkened, but she quickly forced a smile: "It's okay! At least you won't have trouble sleeping at night anymore, right!"

Vera paused, taken aback: "How did you know...?"

“Sometimes I stay up late,” Harley said, scratching her head sheepishly, “and I see you tossing and turning in bed…”

Hermione gave her a helpless look: "Harley, peeping at other people while they sleep is not a good habit."

Harley's face immediately turned red: "I didn't peek! I just... I just noticed it occasionally!"

Even if Vera is very beautiful, she wouldn't sneak up on someone to watch them sleep in the middle of the night!

Seeing Harley's embarrassed look, Vera couldn't help but chuckle. "Well... thank you for your concern."

Harley's face turned even redder, and she stammered, unable to speak.

The effects of Phoenix Tears continued to manifest over the following period.

Vera's complexion became rosy, and her spirits visibly improved.

Harley and Hermione stayed by her side, talking about what was happening at school, trying to cheer her up.

"...By the way, lately a lot of people have been spreading some strange rumors," Harley said mysteriously, "I heard that some small animals have recently broken into the school again!"

Hermione was startled. "Another troll?"

Harley shook her head and lowered her voice: "It shouldn't be. One night, a Hufflepuff student heard faint crying coming from an empty classroom on the third floor, but the guy was scared away."

Later, one of our team's players heard crying near the third-floor restroom after evening training.

He barged in and saw no one, only that the window was wide open. It was too dark to see anything clearly, but it seemed some animal had escaped from the toilet.

Vera's expression shifted slightly: "When did this happen?"

“Just these past few days,” Harley said, getting more and more excited as she saw her interest piqued, “several people on our team almost ran into that thing!”

Hermione, however, was unconvinced: "Impossible. After the troll incident, the professors have increased their patrols considerably. How could any animals possibly get in?"

I bet Peeves is just using this troll thing to play another prank and scare people, right?

“But Hagrid has been getting busier and busier lately. We had arranged to have afternoon tea together, but he sent word that he had to go patrolling the Forbidden Forest, so we had to cancel!” Harley said indignantly.

“That just proves that patrols in the Forbidden Forest have been strengthened. How come animals are still escaping?” Hermione retorted.

Vera watched their argument thoughtfully, a hint of contemplation flashing in her eyes.

“That animal… did anyone see what it looked like?” she asked softly.

Harley shook her head: "No, they say it's very fast, I only saw a dark shadow flash by."

The third floor...that's where the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom and offices are located.

Vera maintained a calm demeanor on the surface, but her heart was in turmoil.

If I'm not mistaken, this so-called small animal should be Quirrell.

Voldemort must be nearing his limit to be so anxious to urge Quirrell to find unicorn blood for him.

Vera's fingers unconsciously tightened around the bed sheet.

"Vera?" Hermione asked, noticing her somewhat lost expression. "What are you thinking about?"

Vera snapped out of her reverie and gently shook her head: "It's nothing, I just think... if an animal really does wander in, we should be careful."

Just then, Mrs. Pomfrey came over: "Miss Black needs to stay here overnight. You can come and pick her up tomorrow."

Harley reluctantly stood up: "Okay... Vera, you get some rest, we'll come first thing tomorrow morning."

Hermione also added, "If you feel unwell at all, be sure to tell Madam Pomfrey."

Vera nodded. "I will. Goodnight."

After watching them leave, Vera lay on her hospital bed, staring blankly at the ceiling.

Mrs. Pomfrey gave her a nutritional supplement as a substitute for dinner, and as night approached, she turned off most of the lights, leaving only a small nightlight.

The school hospital was quiet, with only the occasional hooting of an owl coming from outside the window.

Vera closed her eyes. She couldn't practice spells here, but she could continue practicing Occlumency.

Just as she was about to lose consciousness as before, a slight noise caught her attention.

Vera opened her eyes alertly and saw the curtains swaying slightly, and a familiar figure trying to climb in through the window.

“Harley?” Vera asked in surprise, lowering her voice. “How could you—”

"Shh!" Harley made a shushing gesture and nimbly jumped into the room. "I used your invisibility cloak."

She tiptoed to Vera's bedside and pulled a small package from her bosom: "I brought you sandwiches and pumpkin juice."

You didn't eat dinner last night, and Mrs. Pomfrey's nutritional supplement doesn't taste very good, so you probably didn't drink much of it.

Vera stared at her blankly, unsure of what to say.

Harley sat down on the edge of the bed and winked playfully. "So, were you touched by me?"

“…Hmm.” Vera paused for a few seconds, then nodded gently.

Harley was taken aback, probably not expecting Vera to actually admit it.

A bright smile immediately bloomed on her face, and she suddenly leaned down to give her a gentle hug: "Don't be so polite, it's what I should do~"

Vera froze at the sudden hug.

Harley carried the coolness of the night breeze and the aroma of food, making her feel warm and real.

In an instant, her heart felt as if it had been gently bumped by something.

Vera hesitated for a moment, then slowly raised her hand and gently hugged Harry back: "Thank you."

Harley let go of her, her eyes sparkling in the dim light: "We're friends, there's no need to thank me."

She opened the package and took out a sandwich: "Eat up, I specially asked them to add extra ham."

Vera took the sandwich and took a small bite.

Harley sat on the edge of the bed, swinging her legs, and suddenly lowered her voice: "By the way, about that dark figure... I've found out some more information."

Vera raised an eyebrow: "What news?"

"The Hufflepuff student said the crying was coming from near the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom."

Harley's voice grew increasingly certain, "And... Professor Quirrell has been acting very strangely lately."

Vera's heart skipped a beat, and she instinctively grabbed her hand: "Harley, you're not thinking of investigating yourself—"

“Of course not!” Harley shook her head quickly. “I know it’s dangerous. I just… felt I should tell you so we can discuss it together.”

Vera breathed a sigh of relief, but still held her hand tightly: "No matter what, don't go out alone, okay?"

Seeing Vera's serious expression, Harley finally nodded: "Okay, I promise you."

The two talked in hushed tones for a while longer, until Vera finished all the food that had been brought to her.

“I should go back now,” Harley said, packing her things and nimbly slipping out from under the bed curtains. “See you tomorrow.”

Vera watched as she put on the invisibility cloak again and her figure gradually disappeared into the darkness before lying back down on the bed.

The feeling of fullness in her stomach hadn't subsided, and she was wide awake, staring at the ceiling with a jumbled mess of thoughts in her mind.

When will Voldemort urge Quirrell to act again?

If he can't get the unicorn's blood or the Philosopher's Stone guarded by Cerberus, what else might the Dark Lord do if he's driven to desperation?

Or... what if they go after Harley?

Vera's brow twitched suddenly, and she immediately sat up, turning her head to look towards the doorway.

A faint black mist had somehow crept in.

Chapter 84 Vera is getting anxious again

The moment Vera saw the black mist spreading, her pupils contracted, and almost instinctively she wanted to get out of bed and chase after it.

However, the moment she touched the ground, the weakness in her legs immediately brought her back to reality.

She bit her lip, quickly grabbed the edge of the bed to steady herself, and stared at the black fog in the distance with a pounding heart.

Judging from the direction they were coming, they weren't heading straight for her.

The black mist lingered at the doorway for a while, seemingly trying to draw her attention to something, before slowly extending into the corridor.

Vera narrowed her eyes slightly and quickly looked around.

Mrs. Pomfrey's office light was still on, and the school hospital was silent.

If you rashly leave in a wheelchair, the probability of being discovered is almost certain.

She took a deep breath, reached for the wand placed beside the bed, and guided the magic circuits to flow rapidly within her body.

Perhaps it was because of the Phoenix Tears, but as the golden patterns gradually lit up between her skin, Vera was surprised to find that the flow of magic in her circuits was much faster than before.

"Reshape the source." She murmured, and her magic gathered almost instantly.

This time, Vera chose to enhance her sensory abilities.

As magic flowed through her body, Vera's senses became exceptionally sharp.

She could clearly hear Mrs. Pomfrey turning over papers in her office and smell the herbs in the air.

They could even sense the faint changes in the airflow in the distant corridor, and... the most subtle fluctuations in magical energy.

She focused her mind, raised her hand and pressed it against the wall, extending her perception beyond the school hospital.

At first, she could only sense that the surrounding corridor was empty, but as she continued to adjust her magic output, her perception range gradually expanded.

Soon, she sensed a small, barely noticeable source of magic slowly moving upwards on the stairs.

Thankfully, Harley is heading towards the Gryffindor Tower, so there shouldn't be any problems.

She secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but at that very moment, the magic circuit suddenly transmitted an anomaly—