The wheelchair-bound warrior is speedrunning Hogwarts.

Conventional methods are mostly ineffective. Vera tried hard to recall the scene when she encountered the three-headed dog, as well as the strange energy surging from the magic circuit.

It was under the influence of that energy that she and Cerberus developed a certain resonance.

She could sense the three-headed dog's emotions, as if... she and its consciousness were linked together.

She was almost successful at that time.

However, the reason for the failure was not Harley's desperate attack, but the lack of unity among the three heads.

It now seems that the three heads of Cerberus maintain a generally consistent consciousness most of the time, such as being hypnotized by music, rather than having one head on guard while the other two are asleep.

However, if one tries to forcibly influence its consciousness from the outside, the three heads will disagree.

Vera only had time to calm two of the heads before the connection was disrupted by the consciousness of the third head.

So what she needs to do is find a way to soothe all three heads at the same time and get them to accept her existence.

“I need to control three consciousnesses at the same time…” Vera murmured to herself, her fingers unconsciously tapping the armrest of her wheelchair.

Harley turned her head: "Vera, what are you saying?"

Vera snapped out of her reverie: "Oh, I was just thinking... if we're going to continue investigating these things, we need to figure out the properties of unicorn blood first."

Hermione nodded: "That's right, there must be relevant information in the library."

"More reading..." Harley sighed, almost wanting to bang her head on the ground.

After returning to the castle, the three went straight to the library.

Hermione immediately began researching information about unicorns, Harley flipped through a copy of "Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them," while Vera pretended to look through some information but was actually thinking about the specific methods for taming Cerberus.

"Found it!" Hermione suddenly exclaimed in a low voice, "This book says that unicorn blood can prolong life, even if you're on the verge of death..."

Harley looked on incredulously: "So that person wanted to use unicorn blood to save his life?"

Hermione continued reading: "...but the price is a curse. Anyone who takes blood from a unicorn will live a half-dead life from that moment on."

"That's awful. Who would want to live like that?" Harley shook her head in disgust.

At this moment, Hermione was already scribbling rapidly on the parchment with a quill: "Unicorn blood can prolong life, Vera, the medicinal herb you need is..."

"It repairs damage," Vera replied calmly. "It's a very powerful medicinal herb."

"So, this is a wounded guy trying to prolong his life, even at the cost of harming unicorns. Ordinary medicine shouldn't be effective for him, so what he needs is—"

Hermione paused, pen in hand, and stood up thoughtfully: "I think I have an idea."

She strode to another bookshelf, her fingers quickly running along the spines of the books, finally pulling out a heavy book before swiftly returning to her desk. "I guess the answer might be in here!"

Vera turned her head to look at it: "Modern Alchemy".

Unfortunately, the era is wrong.

She pursed her lips, and seeing that Hermione was already engrossed in her thoughts, she didn't disturb her, but continued to think about her own plans.

Harley, idly flipping through "Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them," suddenly pointed to a page and exclaimed excitedly, "Look! There's information about Cerberus here!"

Vera's heart skipped a beat, and she leaned closer to look. The book read: "Cerberus, an extremely dangerous XXXX-level creature, requires extremely high taming skills..."

“Hagrid was able to tame such a dangerous creature,” Harley exclaimed. “He’s amazing.”

Vera agreed, saying, "That's absolutely right."

Although she was 60% confident she could tame the Cerberus with the help of magic circuits, she still wanted to know if there were any more reliable methods to soothe all three heads at the same time.

Vera's gaze lingered on the Cerberus's information page, her fingertips lightly tracing the description of "extremely high taming skills."

Even though it has three heads, it's still a dog, isn't it?

……

They left the library before dinner.

As usual, as soon as she sat down, Harley picked up some of her favorite foods, such as meat and sweets.

Of course, she also glanced cautiously at Vera beside her halfway through, and finally took some vegetable and fruit salad for herself and put it on a plate.

However, Vera was completely unaware of her gaze, her eyes darting around the abundant food on the table before she and Harley Hermione each picked out different kinds of meat.

Harley was stunned.

“Vera, what’s this…” Harley couldn’t help but ask, poking at the extra steak on her plate with her fork.

Hermione looked suspiciously at the mountain of chicken, beef, and fish piled up in front of her: "Why are we suddenly getting so much meat?"

Vera remained unfazed: "You are growing and need nutrition."

Harley and Hermione exchanged a glance, sensing that something was amiss.

After dinner, back in the common room, Hermione immediately took out "Modern Alchemy" to continue her studies, while Harley was dragged off by the Weasley twins to play with the Explosive Cards.

Vera pushed her wheelchair into the room and took out a few pieces of meat that she had secretly hidden during dinner from her pocket.

“Knox,” she called softly, “come here.”

A slightly larger, silver-gray long-haired cat gracefully emerged from the shadows, tilting its head to look at her.

"Did you go out again today?" Vera bent down and rubbed its head.

From the first day she arrived at Hogwarts, Knox loved to run around everywhere; she had gotten used to it.

Anyway, the kitten will always come home.

Vera placed the piece of meat in her palm and said softly, "Help me figure out which one your little animals would prefer."

Knox sniffed closer, gently picked up several pieces of meat, rubbed against Vera's palm, and then lightly turned and jumped onto the cat tree to enjoy his food.

Chicken breast and lean beef...

Vera seemed lost in thought.

Knox is no ordinary cat; like Louie, he is considered a magical creature. The kind of meat that Knox likes should also be acceptable to Louie.

She had just put away the remaining pieces of meat and cleaned up a bit when she heard a noise coming from the doorway.

“Vera?” Harley poked her head in, looking curiously inside. “I suddenly remembered something.”

"What is it?" Vera asked, turning her wheelchair around without suspicion.

Harley then came in: "Mrs. Pomfrey said that I need to get a massage every day."

Vera's expression changed slightly, and she instinctively turned her wheelchair to run away, but Harley quickly stepped forward and blocked her way.

“Wait, Harry—” Vera’s voice was unusually panicked as Harry held her wheelchair firmly, preventing her from moving.

Harry winked slyly: "Mrs. Pomfrey made it very clear, once in the morning and once in the evening."

She shook the medicine bottle in her hand. "Make sure you follow the doctor's orders carefully, Vera~"

Chapter 100 Enjoy the massage, young lady!

I carefully poured a little bit of the medicine from the light blue bottle into my palm, and instantly, a cool sensation washed over me.

Harley nervously swallowed, then turned to look at Vera, whom she had forced to lie on the bed: "Um... it's about to begin."

Vera's fingers gripped the sheets tightly, her long eyelashes trembling slightly: "Mmm."

Harley took a deep breath and gently lifted the hem of Vera's nightgown, revealing her slender waist and back.

Under the light, Vera's skin was so white it was almost translucent, and the lines of her spine were clearly visible.

"It might feel a little cool," Harley whispered, gently applying the ointment to both sides of Vera's spine.

Vera's body tensed up suddenly, the coolness of the ointment making her involuntarily hold her breath.

Following Mrs. Pomfrey's instructions, Harley gently pressed the muscles on both sides of her spine from bottom to top.

She could feel the skin beneath her fingertips gradually becoming warm, and Vera's breathing gradually calmed down.

"Is the pressure okay?" Harley asked cautiously.

Vera nodded gently, her voice barely audible: "Hmm...very good."

Harley continued massaging, and after pressing a few times with slightly more pressure, she couldn't help but ask, "Vera, do you... exercise regularly?"

Vera's body stiffened slightly: "Is it that obvious?"

“Hmm,” Harley’s fingers gently pressed on Vera’s waist, “your back is in better shape than I thought.”

Vera was silent for a moment before saying softly, "I...do some upper body exercises occasionally."

She has a lot of free time in first grade, and she now regularly goes to the Room of Requirement to exercise in order to maintain her basic physical fitness.

Harley nodded thoughtfully and continued to massage intently.

Her fingers slowly moved up Vera's spine, feeling the temperature and texture of every inch of her skin.

"Does it hurt here?" Harley gently pressed on a spot near Vera's quadratus lumborum muscle.

Vera frowned, carefully feeling the spot, then shook her head: "It doesn't hurt... it's just a little sore."

"Then I'll be gentler." Harley softened her pressure, gently massaging the tense muscle with her fingertips in circular motions.

As the massage continued, Vera's body gradually relaxed under her patient kneading.

Harley was sweating profusely as she massaged Vera's face. Occasionally, she would look up at Vera's profile and realize that Vera had closed her eyes at some point, her long eyelashes casting small shadows on her cheeks.

"Vera?" Harley whispered, "Is she asleep?"

Vera shook her head gently, her long silver-gray hair swaying slightly with the movement: "No...you massaged me very comfortably."

Harley's lips unconsciously curled up: "That's good."

She continued massaging until the ointment was completely absorbed, then gently lowered her robe.

“Okay,” Harley said softly, “now it’s time to massage your legs.”

Vera tensed up again, and she sat up somewhat awkwardly, a hint of embarrassment in her eyes: "Harley, this... I can do it myself."

Harry, of course, disagreed: "No, Mrs. Pomfrey said it won't work well if you do it yourself."

She paused, then added, "Besides, we're friends, so what's there to be shy about?"

Vera pursed her lips, met Harley's ever-clear green eyes, and finally gave in and nodded: "...Okay."

Harley sat down on the floor and carefully rolled up Vera's pajama bottoms, revealing her slender legs.

Unlike her back, Vera's leg muscles were noticeably thinner, making her look pale and fragile.

Harley pursed her lips tightly, glanced up at Vera, and gently applied the ointment to her leg.

"Can you feel anything?" Harley asked softly.

Vera shook her head: "No... let's continue."

Harley nodded and, following Mrs. Pomfrey's instructions, began massaging upwards from her ankles.

Vera looked down at her intently as she massaged her legs, her green eyes fixed on them, her black hair gleaming warmly in the light.

The same hands that could catch the Golden Snitch on a Quidditch pitch were now gently pressing on her numb leg muscles, as if handling some precious treasure.

“Harley,” Vera suddenly spoke.

"Hmm?" Harley looked up, her hands still moving.

"Thank you." Vera's voice was soft, but exceptionally sincere.

Harley paused for a moment, then flashed a bright smile: "You're welcome! I'm always happy to help others!"

Vera couldn't help but laugh.

After a while, Harry suddenly spoke up: "When I was a child at the Dursleys' house, Aunt Petunia would massage Dudley like this when he was sick."

Vera was slightly taken aback: "Really?"

“Hmm,” Harley nodded, a hint of reminiscence flashing in her green eyes, “Only once, I didn’t bring an umbrella that day, and I got a fever after walking home in the rain.”

Her voice was soft, but her fingers moved gently. "That night, my aunt made me ginger soup, brought me water to take my medicine, and even wiped my body... although she was back to normal the next day."

Seeing her dejected expression, Vera felt a slight pang in her heart.

She reached out and gently stroked Harley's hair: "Are you alright?"

Harry looked up at her and gave her a bright smile: "Of course I'm fine! Now I have you all, and Hogwarts!"

Vera's hand slid down her hair to her cheek and gently pinched it: "Mmm."

Harley's smile widened as she continued massaging Vera's legs: "So, I'm actually very happy to take care of you like this. It makes me feel... that we really are family."