The wheelchair-bound warrior is speedrunning Hogwarts.

Without her saying a word, Hermione already guessed what she wanted to say, and somewhat speechlessly closed the book and stood up: "Okay, but I'm going too."

She paused for a moment before bursting into laughter: "I'm afraid someone really thinks I'm a punching bag."

Harley's face immediately turned bright red. If they weren't in the library, she probably would have argued with Hermione on the spot.

Vera looked at them, a smile unconsciously creeping onto her lips: "It's settled then."

Chapter 88 Interrupting a young couple's date will get you hung up and whipped.

The early winter sun is warm but not glaring, shining on the lush green lawn. A gentle breeze carries the fresh scent of grass and trees.

The stadium was empty, making it the perfect time to fly.

Harley took out her Nimbus 2000 and happily began adjusting it.

It's important to know that the flying broomstick isn't just a bare stick as it appears on the surface; it actually has many hidden seats designed to maintain comfort and fit the flow of movement.

The broom can automatically adapt to the user's age, gender, and weight.

Hermione watched her actions from the side, reminding her to be careful from time to time, to which Harley only responded with a somewhat helpless expression.

Vera pushed her wheelchair to the center of the court, looked up at the azure sky, and seemed lost in thought for a moment.

It seems like she hasn't enjoyed gazing at the sky like this in a long time.

No matter what I've experienced since coming into this world, the sky I see now is no different from the sky I saw in my previous life.

Harley finally finished adjusting the broom, confidently mounted it, and floated lightly to her, extending her hand: "Come on, let me help you up."

Vera snapped out of her daze, looked at Harley's outstretched hand, hesitated for a moment, and then nodded: "Mm."

She took Hallie's hand, a warm and strong hand that helped her carefully lift herself from the wheelchair.

Then, Harley pulled her firmly onto the broom.

Nimbus 2000 was much more stable than expected. Vera, sitting behind Harley, glanced somewhat helplessly at the suspended ground.

The feeling of her feet leaving the ground made her both nervous and excited.

She had never flown like this in her past life.

“Hold on tight to my waist,” Harley turned back and urged, “I can fly slowly.”

As the broom slowly rose into the air, Vera instinctively wrapped her arms around Harley's waist, feeling the broom sway slightly as it floated up, and pressed her face against Harley's back.

A gentle breeze brushed against her cheek, and Vera unconsciously tightened her arms around herself.

“Don’t be afraid,” Harley’s voice carried on the wind, “I’m super steady!”

As the broom rose higher and higher, the ground receded further away, and Hermione's figure on the ground grew smaller and smaller.

"How are you feeling?" Harley asked loudly.

Vera took a deep breath, and the corners of her mouth unconsciously turned up: "...Great."

Harley heard her voice and turned around happily: "Right? I loved this feeling the first time I flew!"

A gentle breeze caressed their faces, and the warm sunshine felt wonderful on their skin, as if all their constraints had temporarily vanished.

Vera gradually relaxed, and even dared to let go of one hand to touch a bird that was very close to her.

This was the first time she had felt so carefree since she came into this world.

Harley seemed to sense her emotions and gently quickened her pace.

They hovered above the field, soaring higher and higher.

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Vera tilted her head back, her long, silver-gray hair dancing in the wind, sunlight filtering through the clouds and gilding her silhouette with a golden edge.

“A little higher…” she whispered.

Harley nodded, and the broom climbed upwards again.

The castle gradually came into view, the Black Lake shimmered like a mirror, and the canopy of the Forbidden Forest resembled a green ocean.

“Vera,” Harley suddenly spoke up, “your leg can be healed, right? I mean… I can help find a way.”

Vera paused for a moment, then shook her head: "This is not your responsibility."

“But I want to do it.” Harley’s voice was firm yet gentle. “I want to fly with you, run and jump around, and do so many other things together.”

A warm feeling welled up in Vera's heart, and she leaned gently against Harry's back: "Thank you, Harry."

"Harley! Don't fly too high!" Hermione shouted anxiously from the ground. "Be careful!"

But the two of them were no longer listening.

"Want something more exciting?"

Before Vera could answer, Harley steered her broom in a graceful dive, eliciting a gasp from Vera, who then hugged her tightly.

"Hahaha!" Harley laughed happily. "I told you it would be exciting!"

They hovered, swooped, and flipped above the field, just like the birds that were already free.

Vera's long, silver-gray hair danced in the wind, sunlight filtering through the strands and refracting into tiny dappled patterns.

She felt the wind brushing against her fingertips, and felt her heart pounding with each dive and ascent.

"Harley!" she finally couldn't help but laugh out loud, "Slow down, it's too fast!"

Harley turned to look at her, her green eyes brimming with pure joy: "You look really beautiful when you smile like that!"

Vera was slightly taken aback by these words, and then a faint blush rose to the tips of her ears.

She subconsciously glanced at the face, but the oncoming wind dispelled the heat from her face.

“We should go back,” she said softly. “Hermione looks very worried.”

Harley then noticed Hermione waving on the ground and, feeling a little embarrassed, prepared to lower herself.

Just then, Hermione's scream came from the ground: "Watch out!"

The two looked up and noticed a roaming ball flying from nowhere, heading straight for them!

Harley reacted quickly, jerking off with her broom and narrowly avoiding it.

"How could there be a moving ball?"

Vera gripped Harley's shoulders tightly and immediately spotted a group of students in Slytherin uniforms walking in with brooms at the entrance to the court.

Harley immediately recognized the leader, Slytherin captain Marcus Flint, who was smugly holding a broom; clearly, he had deliberately released the ball.

"Potter, what are you doing with your little cripple girlfriend?" Flint called out in a drawn-out tone, eliciting a burst of laughter from his teammates.

Harley's face instantly darkened.

Vera felt Harry's body tense up instantly. She gently pressed Harry's shoulder and said, "Calm down, let's go down first."

Harley took a deep breath, swerved the broom and swooped down, stopping abruptly a few feet from Flint, kicking up a cloud of dust.

"Do you know what you're doing!" Harley jumped off the broom, pointing her wand at Flint. "Apologize to us right now!"

Flint and his teammates burst into ear-piercing laughter, completely ignoring Harley's anger.

After all, a first-year student can only use the Levitation spell at most; how much damage could they possibly cause?

“What, Potter? Want to fight?” Flint took a defiant step forward, looking down at Harley.

“We have received permission from our dean to practice here; you are the ones who have taken over our space.”

"That's right, get out of here!"

Hearing the Slytherins' mocking words, Harry's jaw tightened, and the tip of her wand began to flash dangerously: "You almost hurt Vera!"

Flint shrugged, looking nonchalant. "I already said it was just an accident. Besides... what's the point of someone who can't even stand up causing trouble on the court?"

Upon hearing this, not only Harry, but even Hermione, who had just helped Vera into her wheelchair, stepped forward in a fit of rage.

"Flint, you've gone too far!" Hermione's voice trembled with anger. "I'm going to tell Professor McGonagall!"

However, this statement still only elicited ridicule from the Slytherins.

"Shut up!" Harley swung her wand sharply, about to cast a spell, when a whooshing sound whistled past her—

It was the wandering ball that had just flown away, which mysteriously returned and hit Flint squarely on the nose!

"Ah!" Flint cried out in pain, clutching his bleeding nose as he was knocked to the ground.

Everyone, including Harley, was stunned.

“Just an accident.” Vera’s calm voice rang out from behind them, not loud, but clear enough to reach everyone’s ears. “Just as you said, Mr. Flint.”

Flint's teammates looked at each other in disbelief; no one had seen how Vera had done it.

"You...you dare..." Flint covered his nose and struggled to stand up, his voice distorted by pain.

Vera pushed her wheelchair forward slowly: "If you're not satisfied, you can go and complain to your dean."

But before that, I suggest you go to the school clinic to get your nose checked.

Her voice was eerily calm, and her icy gaze made the tall and imposing Flint involuntarily take a step back.

He couldn't help but swallow.

Chapter 89 The Leveling Monsters Are Here

Flint covered his nose, and for some reason, he instinctively wanted to back away.

But soon he realized that he seemed to have shown weakness in front of his teammates.

Out of the corner of his eye, he could see his teammates glancing at him, whether intentionally or unintentionally.

It's important to know that in Slytherin, besides bloodline and reputation, strength is also very important.

If he backs down in front of so many first-year students, will his teammates still listen to his commands in the future?

So Flint could only force himself to stand up straight and glare fiercely at Vera: "Who do you think you are? If you've got the guts, then—"

"A duel?" Vera interrupted him, steer the conversation in a direction that would only make him more embarrassed. "If you want to embarrass yourself again, I can grant your wish."

Flint's face flushed, his eyelids drooping in surprise, unsure how to respond.

He never intended to fight, let alone that his opponent was just a first-year student who was also disabled!

"What, you don't dare?" Vera asked calmly, but the contempt in her tone undoubtedly struck a nerve with the sensitive pride of the adolescent.

Flint's face turned a deep purplish-red. Under the watchful eyes of his teammates, he took several deep breaths before stepping forward and looking down at her. "Fine, you asked for this."

Harley and Hermione both gasped.

Hermione quickly grabbed her arm, trying to lower her voice: "Vera, but your body—"

“You’ll be fine.” Vera calmly patted the back of her hand to reassure her, then looked directly at Flint without fear. “This kind of guy can’t hurt me.”

Everyone was stunned by the confidence in her words, including Flint, and for a moment no one dared to refute her.

“It’s settled then,” Vera pushed her wheelchair forward. “After dinner tonight, in the abandoned classroom on the fifth floor, you can bring a few more people… to help carry you back.”

Flint was completely enraged, his chest heaving with anger: "Fine! I can take you down with one hand!"

Vera smiled slightly: "See you tonight, Mr. Flint... By the way, I hope that no one here will leak information to others, including the teacher."

She paused, then raised her head and asked, "Mr. Flint, as their captain, you should be able to agree on their behalf, right?"

Flint snorted and looked around at his teammates: "Of course! You agree, right?"

After all, agreeing to a duel without authorization is against the rules, and if anyone here leaks the information, the punishment would be lenient.

For them, the most important thing is... if he gets caught, he probably won't be able to play in any more Quidditch matches.

Then we'll lose even the Quidditch captain position that we worked so hard to get.

But now Vera's words had put him in a difficult position, and even if Flint was unwilling, he had no choice but to bite the bullet and accept the challenge.

Seeing that the Slytherins present had no choice but to nod under the captain's authority, Vera raised an eyebrow in satisfaction, then pushed her wheelchair past them and left.

Harley angrily put away her wand, but before leaving, she clenched her fist and gestured at Flint: "I hope you're still standing there when the time comes!"

Hermione glared at Flint and quickly followed Vera.

The Slytherin members looked at each other, clearly not expecting things to develop this way.

What's worse, their captain actually turned around and stared at them with a sinister look: "You won't tell anyone about this for the sake of the upcoming Academy Cup, right?"

The three left the stadium, and on the way back to the castle, Harley followed Vera's wheelchair with a worried expression.