The wheelchair-bound warrior is speedrunning Hogwarts.

“Castle, you’re watching me today too…” She couldn’t help but laugh, her fingertips lightly touching the still gleaming wall in front of her.

In an instant, a warm energy flowed into her body through her fingertips. Vera opened her eyes wide and was surprised to find that the scene in her mind had become clearer and more stable.

The slightly blurred details due to insufficient magic were quickly filled in, and the entire spiritual world came alive as if it had been infused with vitality.

Vera took a deep breath, feeling the spiritual world built with the castle's magic. Everything here now felt incredibly real, as if she were actually there.

She dared not be careless and quickly continued with the second step as instructed in the book.

"Once the scene is constructed, we can infuse it with some emotion..."

She recalled the pure, carefree joy she felt when she played with her neighbor's golden retriever in her past life.

This extremely primal and pure emotion would be hard for a three-headed dog to resist.

By infusing this emotion into the constructed spiritual world, she could feel that, as the emotion was integrated, the entire scene seemed to be given life, becoming more vivid and infectious.

"Finally, wave the wand to fix this anchor point."

Following the instructions in the book, Vera gently tapped her temple with her wand and whispered, "Anchor point secured."

In an instant, she felt a strange energy condense in her mind, and the mental world she had constructed was compressed into a point of light, which steadily settled in the depths of her consciousness.

"It worked!" Vera opened her eyes and smiled with delight.

This mental anchor point can be accessed at any time. Once activated, the scene of that forest will immediately appear clearly before your eyes.

If a mind reader attempts to read her brain, she can immediately invoke this anchor point to trap the other person's consciousness within it.

For the Cerberus, this anchor point allows her to present a comfortable and safe environment when establishing a connection with it, making it easier to gain its trust.

Of course, anchor points are not easy to establish; imagining the scene is already extremely difficult.

Without the castle's help, even she wouldn't have been able to construct a complete scene so quickly.

If the scenario is not perfect enough, and the person whose mind is captured sees through the flaws, then the other party can still turn around and destroy the anchor point to continue invading her brain.

Overall, it's actually an old method that took a detour.

If it were Snape, he most likely wouldn't have used such a cumbersome and potentially easily detectable method.

Vera glanced down at "Brain Anchors" on her lap. It was such a profound book on techniques, yet it had been quietly sitting in the general section, ignored by everyone. There seemed to be a reason for that.

"Thank you for today too," she said softly, touching the wall tiles in front of her.

The morning after the mental anchor was completed, Vera finally placed a fresh bottle of potion on her bedside table, albeit belatedly.

It has been exactly three days since the Phoenix Tears were stolen.

Snape's efficiency is pretty good.

She picked up the potion bottle and discovered a note at the bottom:

“Dear Miss Blake:

I'm so sorry the medicine was stolen. Madam Pomfrey will continue to treat you, and I hope you recover soon.

Additionally, some areas inside the castle may not be wheelchair accessible, so please be careful.

Sincerely, Albus Dumbledore

Even though Vera was mentally prepared, she couldn't help but feel a jolt when she saw the last line.

So, my frequent visits to Cerberus's room have been discovered.

Although she wasn't really surprised...

After all, Dumbledore, as the headmaster, had unquestionable control over the castle, not to mention that he personally decorated Cerberus's room, which must have contained some small decorations that could remind him of his rules.

But being reminded in such a tactful way still made her a little embarrassed.

Next time, let's choose a more suitable time to go.

Having made the decision so happily, she crumpled the note, threw it into the trash can, and then gently unscrewed the bottle cap, releasing a faint herbal fragrance.

She looked up and drank the potion in one gulp. The bitter taste made her frown immediately, and she looked at the potion bottle in her hand with some surprise.

What did Snape put in it to create such an amazing flavor?!

Feeling nauseous from the stimulation, Vera forced herself to put the empty bottle back on the bedside table and took a few deep breaths, trying to suppress the nauseating bitterness.

"Vera?" Harley rubbed her eyes and sat up in bed. "What's wrong with you?"

"Professor Snape's new prescription has arrived." Vera forced a smile. "It's nothing, just a little bitter."

Upon hearing this, Harley immediately sobered up. She put on her glasses, jumped out of bed, and ran barefoot to pour Vera a glass of water, saying, "Quickly rinse your mouth."

Vera gratefully accepted the water glass, and the cool water rinsed her mouth, finally relieving some of the discomfort.

"Thank you." She breathed a soft sigh of relief and looked up at her. "From now on, you won't have to go through the trouble of giving me massages every day."

Fortunately, her mental anchor was successfully established yesterday, so she no longer needs to force herself to practice the brain-blocking technique every morning and evening for a while.

This is something to celebrate.

Harley paused, instinctively glancing at her bare legs: "But Mrs. Pomfrey said massage is good for blood circulation, so it should continue—"

“Harley,” Vera interrupted her softly, “really, it’s not necessary. The new drug should already include this effect.”

Although the new medicine was so bitter it was hard to swallow, it was still better than being massaged by Harry and Hermione every morning and evening.

Harley stared at her face for a few seconds, then suddenly squatted down to look her in the eye: "Is there something we didn't do right? Vera, you should tell us."

Vera looked into Halle's earnest green eyes and was momentarily speechless.

How is she supposed to explain this to innocent British children?

I feel like no matter what I say, it will only lead children astray.

"No, you did a great job." She could only acknowledge their efforts first before adding tactfully, "I'm just not used to it yet."

Harry tilted her head, seemingly not quite understanding: "But Mrs. Pomfrey said it's good for you."

Vera closed her eyes; she was feeling a bit desperate.

Hermione happened to come out of the bathroom at that moment and saw the two of them talking together so early in the morning. She went up to them and asked:

"What's wrong? What are you talking about?"

Harley immediately turned to her and said, as if accusing someone, "Vera said she doesn't want to get massages anymore."

Hermione immediately frowned: "Why? Are you feeling unwell?"

Well, here comes another one.

Vera took a deep breath and looked at their earnest and concerned eyes, and suddenly felt that she was... a little disgusting.

If we try to understand a child's desire to help their friend using adult thinking, will it discourage them?

She had never really thought about this question before.

“Vera,” Halle looked at her earnestly, “don’t worry, we’d be happy to help.”

“That’s right, Madam Pomfrey also said that massages should be continued for a period of time and not given up halfway,” Hermione chimed in.

Vera's face flushed again. Under the concerned gaze of the green-eyed kitten and the brown-furred beaver in front of her, she could only shake her head helplessly and resignedly lie on the bed.

"Come on." She closed her eyes, her face showing a look of resignation to her fate.

Harley and Hermione exchanged a glance, both wearing victorious smiles.

They skillfully took out the ointment, and one by one they got into bed and began to massage her.

Vera buried her face in the pillow, feeling the gentle movements of the two men, and sighed silently in her heart.

Let's just say she's cultivating empathy in the future savior and Minister of Magic.

"Yes, as long as I use myself as a teaching tool..." she hypnotized herself.

After the massage, the three of them went to the auditorium together as usual, and then began their full-day course.

Because of Dumbledore's reminder, she could no longer rashly go to Cerberus's room without reason.

Fortunately, while she couldn't, her cat could still come and go as it pleased.

Who would doubt a simple and harmless kitten?

"Remember to bring this to Lu Wei when you go today."

Vera pulled a small cloth bag from her pocket. Inside were a few pieces of fresh beef jerky and a bouncy rubber ball, a little toy she had found with Gemini.

Dogs love playing with balls, that's understandable.

"Also, don't let anyone else see," she whispered, unable to resist reaching out to pat Knox's head.

Knox meowed softly with satisfaction, picked up the bag, nimbly jumped onto the windowsill, and quickly disappeared at the end of the corridor.

Vera gently pursed her lips as she watched the cat walk away.

Although Knox has been exceptionally intelligent, so far, even the states that seemed suspicious to her can be explained by the normal behavior of a kitten.

What cat doesn't occasionally act crazy?

In comparison, hers is already quite well-behaved.

Maybe she really misunderstood?

"Vera!" Harley's voice came from behind, "Transfiguration class is about to start, we need to hurry to the classroom to get seats!"

She snapped out of her daze and quickly turned around in her wheelchair: "Coming."

Author's Note: It's a new month! Those of you with monthly tickets, swords, or rewards, please send more! Also, I'm now starting to combine chapters into 4000-word chapters, and I might open a bounty later (but I'm out of drafts, sadly...).

Chapter 105 Cats are good cats!

The Transfiguration technique, which was taught in the first year, was no longer a challenge for Vera.

Even when Professor McGonagall announced in class that they would be practicing a new transformation, namely the transformation of a mouse into a snuffbox, she was able to do it with ease.

However, it was only when Vera watched Professor McGonagall explain the Transformation technique in class that she remembered that Professor McGonagall was a properly registered Animagus.

If Knox really is an Animagus, Professor McGonagall should have a way to identify him, right?

It wasn't that Vera was overly suspicious; it was just that Peter Pettigrew's glorious history in the original story was too terrifying.

Nobody wants their cat, who sleeps with them every day, to actually be a dangerous dark wizard.

Even if you genuinely want to believe that your cat is fine, you still need a strong anchor to support your confidence.

Before this, Vera did not remember seeing how to detect Animagus spells in the original work, perhaps because her memory was hazy, or perhaps because it was not written in the original work.

It's not realistic to look for them directly in books; these kinds of books have long been placed in the restricted area. Without the professor's permission, you can only sneak in.

Considering that she had recently caught Dumbledore's attention, and that she was a child from a traditional Death Eater family, not Harry Potter, she should keep a low profile at this time.

The restricted book section... it's best to avoid it if you can.

Since this approach is not feasible, wouldn't it be more appropriate to consult a professional?

Although there's a possibility that Dumbledore might find out, she only uses it to identify these kinds of transformations, and she doesn't practice them herself, so it's not a big problem.

“Miss Black?” Professor McGonagall noticed her clearly distracted gaze and coughed lightly. “Did you understand the technique I just explained?”

Vera snapped out of her daze and nodded quickly: "Yes, Professor, I understand completely."

Professor McGonagall's sharp gaze scrutinized her through her glasses, seemingly surprised by the certainty in her words: "Then, please demonstrate it for everyone now."

Her gaze swept around the classroom, and amidst the curious or worried looks, she precisely caught the gloating smiles of the Malfoy trio sitting in the back row.

However, the moment their eyes met, Malfoy's expression changed slightly, and he avoided her gaze.

Vera turned her gaze away with a mocking look and focused her attention on the rat in front of her.

She waved her wand, imagining the mouse before her as a snuffbox—after the construction of a complete mental anchor, this level of imagination was no longer worth mentioning to her.

As Vera clearly recited the incantation, the rat in front of her immediately began to twist and deform.

Almost in the blink of an eye, it transformed from a living creature into an exquisite silver snuffbox, with even delicate patterns on the lid.

Professor McGonagall picked up the snuffbox and examined it carefully. A rare hint of approval appeared on her serious face: "Perfect transformation, ten points for Gryffindor!"

A gasp of surprise rippled through the classroom. Harley and Hermione exchanged an excited glance, as if they shared in the achievement.

“However,” Professor McGonagall coughed lightly, “Miss Black, Transfiguration requires not only skill, but also concentration.”

She looked at Vera meaningfully, "I hope you can maintain this focus."

Vera's face flushed; she realized the professor was subtly reminding her of her daydreaming in class.