The wheelchair-bound warrior is speedrunning Hogwarts.

"I knew it!" Harley clenched her fist excitedly. "This rumor must be true!"

“It’s also possible that he was scared into having nightmares after listening to your nonsense during the day.” Hermione maintained her usual skeptical attitude.

Vera shook her head: "No, I did see something... outside the window."

She deliberately spoke vaguely, not wanting them to get involved in danger, but hoping to alert them.

Hearing her so certain, even Hermione couldn't help but feel a little nervous: "Really? Did you inform the professor?"

“I told Mrs. Pomfrey, and she went to see Professor McGonagall,” Vera said softly, “...but I don’t know if Professor McGonagall discovered anything.”

It's because she just woke up.

For a moment, Harley and Hermione exchanged a bewildered glance.

Vera looked at them suspiciously, then suddenly realized something and quickly sat up: "Has something happened to Professor McGonagall?!"

"Don't worry!" Hermione quickly reassured her, "Professor McGonagall is perfectly fine, nothing's wrong!"

Vera blinked and didn't say anything more.

She was genuinely worried that if McGonagall went to investigate because of her warning, she might encounter Quirrell trying to break into Cerberus's room...

Although she knew the probability was low, since she was referring to the third floor while Quirrell went to the fourth floor, and Professor McGonagall was aware of Cerberus's existence and wouldn't rashly explore that room.

But she was still a little uneasy.

Seeing the concerned looks on Ha and He's faces, Vera pursed her lips and decided to change the subject to divert their attention.

At least stop dwelling on what happened last night.

"By the way, has there been any progress on your investigation of Chanico Flamel?" she asked gently.

Hermione was immediately drawn to the topic: "Not yet, the library has too many books, we need more time."

“It’s okay, the three of us together, we can always find out!” Harley said earnestly, gripping their hands tightly.

Vera breathed a sigh of relief, at least temporarily diverting their attention from Quirrell.

Just then, Mrs. Pomfrey walked in: "Miss Black, how are you feeling?"

“Much better, thank you,” Vera replied softly.

Mrs. Pomfrey examined him and nodded with satisfaction: "The Phoenix Tears are working well; your condition is much more stable than before."

"Really?" Harley couldn't help but ask with anticipation. "What about other places..."

Mrs. Pomfrey's expression turned somewhat regretful; though she said nothing, they all understood.

Harley couldn't help but bite her lip, and subconsciously tightened her grip on Vera's hand: "Take it slow, things will get better."

"Yes, we've always been here." At this point, Hermione could only offer some dry words of comfort.

Vera nodded calmly. She had expected this outcome, so she didn't feel any disappointment.

Mrs. Pomfrey then gave her a few more instructions before allowing her to leave the school hospital.

Harley pushed the wheelchair, and the three of them walked together toward the auditorium.

Along the way, Harley and Hermione discussed the strange events of the previous night and how to continue their investigation into Nicolas Flamel.

Vera listened quietly, but her thoughts had already drifted far away—Voldemort's patience was running out, and he would surely take more radical actions.

With Voldemort already wounded and Quirrell becoming increasingly neurotic, if the three of them rashly rushed in without any preparation, who knows if it would trigger even more uncontrollable dangers.

Even though Vera knew very well that Dumbledore was likely in control of everything, she couldn't just let them put themselves in danger.

At this time, having more strength means having more security.

The matter of taming the Cerberus needs to be put on the agenda.

When they arrived at the auditorium, breakfast had already begun, and the students were gathered in twos and threes, enjoying their leisurely weekend.

Quirrell's seat remained empty, which was not surprising; it happened almost once or twice a week, and everyone was used to it.

But when Vera saw that Professor McGonagall's seat was also empty, her heart sank.

She instinctively straightened up, her eyes searching for Dumbledore's figure on the teachers' table.

Fortunately, the silver-haired old man was sitting safely in the main seat, enjoying his breakfast and talking with Professor Flitwick.

She felt a little relieved.

The fact that Dumbledore is here at this time suggests that nothing serious has happened.

“Vera?” Harley noticed her unusual expression. “What’s wrong?”

Hermione followed her gaze to the faculty seating area and couldn't help but exclaim in surprise, "Professor McGonagall isn't here... she's almost never absent."

Harley noticed this too and immediately became a little nervous: "Could it be related to what happened last night?"

Vera picked up a glass of milk and took a sip. Once she had calmed down, she slowly said, "I have some questions about Transfiguration that I need to ask Professor McGonagall. Would you like to come along?"

Harley and Hermione exchanged a glance and immediately understood Vera's intention.

“Of course!” Harley nodded quickly.

The three of them quickly finished their breakfast and left the auditorium.

Harley pushed Vera's wheelchair, and the three of them walked together toward the Gryffindor Headmaster's office on the second floor.

“If the professor isn’t in his office,” Hermione reassured Vera as they walked, “it doesn’t necessarily mean something’s wrong. Maybe something just came up unexpectedly.”

Vera nodded silently; she hoped so too.

When they arrived at Professor McGonagall's office, the door was closed.

Harry stepped forward and gently knocked on the door. He heard footsteps coming from inside, and Snape came out. When he saw that it was Harry knocking, he was taken aback.

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Snape looked down at the three girls, his gaze sweeping over Vera in the wheelchair before lingering for a moment on Harry's face.

“Miss Potter,” he drawled, “what are you doing here?”

Harley instinctively straightened her back: "Professor, we...we're here to see Professor McGonagall."

"I've come to ask the professor some questions about Transfiguration," Vera added slowly.

Snape narrowed his eyes, his gaze lingering on Vera: "Miss Black, if I remember correctly, you just had treatment yesterday."

Vera calmly met his gaze: "Yes, I feel much better, thank you for your concern, Professor."

A complex emotion flashed in Snape's eyes, then he said coldly, "I thought Madam Pomfrey would let you rest for another day instead of running around here."

Harley couldn't help but explain, "Mrs. Pomfrey has already allowed Vera to leave, Professor."

Her interruption made Snape's expression even more unpleasant.

I don't know if it was because I was thinking about the previous troll incident, or because I was thinking... this is another Potter and Black combination.

He glanced at Harley, then turned to go inside: "Professor McGonagall has urgent business to attend to. Now, go back to your common room."

"Wait a minute, Professor!" Hermione called out, mustering her courage. "Have animals broken into the castle again? We heard—"

"Enough!" Snape turned and interrupted her sharply. "Gryffindor loses five points for your baseless speculation and disruption of the professor's work."

Harley was about to argue, but Vera gently tugged at her sleeve, gesturing for her to look into the doorway.

The office door opened again, and Professor McGonagall walked out, pale but composed: "Children, what are you doing here?"

Hermione seized the opportunity and quickly stepped forward: "Professor, we have some questions about Transfiguration that we would like to ask you."

Professor McGonagall looked at the three girls, then at Snape, and seemed to understand something: "I understand. Severus, we'll talk later."

Snape snorted and strode away.

Professor McGonagall ushered the three girls into her office: “Come in, children.”

They carefully squeezed in and saw the fireplace burning in the office, the warm firelight dispelling the chill of early winter.

Professor McGonagall's office was simply yet cozy, and from the window of this small room, one could see the Quidditch pitch.

“Please have a seat,” Professor McGonagall gestured to the small sofa in front of her. “Do you have any questions for me?”

Vera pushed her wheelchair closer, her gaze lingering on Professor McGonagall for a moment.

She looked a little tired, but there were no signs of injury.

"Professor," Vera said softly, "are you alright?"

Professor McGonagall paused for a moment, then smiled gently. “I’m fine, Miss Black. Also, I must commend you. You did the right thing last night; you should have reported any suspicious activity to the professor immediately.”

Harley couldn't help but press, "Professor, did something really break into the castle last night?"

Professor McGonagall's expression turned serious: "Miss Potter, these matters can be handled by the professors. Rest assured, the castle is safe now; you only need to focus on your studies."

It's obvious that asking any further questions at this point won't yield any more information; Vera just wants to confirm McGonagall's safety anyway.

“Okay, Professor.” She nodded and actually pulled out a book about transformations from the bottom of her wheelchair.

"I've recently encountered some difficulties while practicing Transfiguration and would like to ask you about the principles described here."

Professor McGonagall looked at the book she had taken out, "Extended: The Wonderful Uses of Transfiguration," and raised an eyebrow slightly: "Miss Black, this doesn't seem like a book for someone your age."

“Yes, Professor,” Vera readily admitted, “I am very interested in Transfiguration and would like to learn more about it.”

Seeing her serious expression, Professor McGonagall's expression softened: "It's good to be interested in Transfiguration, but you should proceed step by step."

She took the book, turned to the page marked by Vera, and began to patiently explain, even demonstrating a few transfiguration techniques.

Harley and Hermione also came over to listen. Although some of the content was still too profound for them, Professor McGonagall's explanation was so vivid that they listened with great interest.

Half an hour later, the three of them left Professor McGonagall's office.

"Remember," she solemnly instructed before leaving, "if you discover anything unusual, notify the professor immediately, and do not act on your own."

The three nodded obediently and left the office.

As soon as they stepped outside, Harley lowered her voice impatiently: "Professor McGonagall is definitely hiding something from us! And Professor Snape was there too; they must be discussing what happened last night!"

Hermione shrugged. "But the professors don't seem to want us to know..."

Vera pondered for a moment: "Perhaps it's to avoid causing panic. After all, the troll incident happened not long ago."

She is now almost certain that Quirrell did attempt to break into Cerberus's room last night, but was discovered and stopped by the professors in time.

As for the content of Professor McGonagall's conversation with Snape, it was either about giving her potions for treatment or about revealing relevant information and discussing how to strengthen their defenses.

“What do we do now?” Harley asked. “Continue with Chanico Flamel?”

“Of course,” Hermione nodded. “We can’t go into the Forbidden Forest to find the animal that broke in, and we have no other clues except to go back to the library.”

Of course, it's also because Hagrid has been noticeably busier lately, and he doesn't even have time to have afternoon tea with them.

Unable to get any information from Hagrid, they naturally had no new information to share with them.

Vera had no objection: "Okay, let's go to the library."

The three of them went to the library and found a quiet corner to sit down.

Hermione immediately began flipping through the books she had marked, while Harley seemed somewhat absent-minded, frequently glancing out the window while flipping through the books.

"Harley?" Vera called softly, "What's wrong?"

Harley bit her lip and hesitated for a moment before speaking: "The weather is so nice today, and it's the weekend."

“…Hmm?” Vera blinked, puzzled.

Hermione, who was standing nearby, couldn't stand it anymore and helplessly reminded her, "She means she wants to take you flying around."

Vera paused slightly, then subconsciously looked out the window—the sun was shining brightly, and a gentle breeze was blowing; it was indeed perfect weather for flying.

Then, turning around, I saw Harley's bright, expectant eyes.

She pursed her lips and turned to look at Hermione.