The wheelchair-bound warrior is speedrunning Hogwarts.

Race: Cerberus

Shared Skill: Mimicry Legs: A semi-transparent magical phantom with the same strength as Cerberus.

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Race: Norwegian Ridgeback (unhatched)

Shared skills: Not unlocked

Vera's heart skipped a beat, and she stared blankly at the description of the shared skills section.

If it's about using the power of Cerberus, does that mean... she can stand up?

Author's note: Cat is not a fifth-grade transfer student, well, I won't say anything else.

Chapter 108 Harley's house is going to be raided too (not really)

Vera tossed and turned in bed for a long time. Every time she couldn't stay awake and drifted off to sleep, the sudden feeling of weightlessness would wake her up.

She finally fell into a deep sleep as the sky began to lighten.

"Vera? Vera!" Harley's voice woke her from her sleep. "It's breakfast time, aren't you going to get something to eat?"

Vera opened her eyes with difficulty and saw Harley and Hermione already dressed and standing by the bed, looking at her with concern.

After all, Vera is usually the one who gets up the earliest among the three of them.

Even on weekends, Vera's bed is often already empty when they get up.

It was rare to see her still awake at this hour today. Hermione wanted to let her sleep a little longer, but Harley was worried that something might go wrong. After hesitating for a long time, she still woke her up.

"Didn't you sleep well last night?" Hermione asked worriedly, noticing the dark circles under her eyes. "Are you feeling unwell? Should we go and ask Madam Pomfrey to come and take a look?"

Vera shook her head, forcing herself to sit up: "It's nothing, I just have a little insomnia."

All night yesterday, she was imagining what would happen after she used that new skill, and she was so excited and conflicted that she couldn't sleep.

She instinctively looked towards the foot of the bed, where Knox was elegantly licking his paws. When he saw her wake up, he meowed softly.

Harley, seeing Vera's less-than-pleasant complexion, couldn't help but lean forward and touch her forehead before Vera could react.

"Thank goodness, you don't have a fever." Harley breathed a sigh of relief. "But you look terrible."

Vera gently grasped Harley's wrist and removed it from her forehead: "I'm really okay."

Hermione crossed her arms, looking suspicious. "Vera, you've been acting all mysterious lately. Are you hiding something from us again?"

Vera blinked, feigning innocence: "Really? I was just thinking about the application of some spells."

Harley and Hermione exchanged identical expressions of helplessness; clearly, they knew all too well that this was just Vera's evasive excuse.

But they also knew Vera's personality; she looked gentle, but in reality, she was more stubborn than the two of them combined.

If she doesn't want to talk, there's no point in asking.

“Okay, then do you want to rest a little longer?” Hermione sighed. “We can bring you some food.”

Vera shook her head and forced herself to sit up in bed: "No need, I'll get up now."

She didn't want to miss any time of the day—especially now, as she couldn't wait to try out that new skill.

With the help of Harley and Hermione, Vera quickly finished washing up, changed her clothes, and sat in her wheelchair.

The three of them went to the auditorium together. Although Vera didn't have much of an appetite, she forced herself to eat some bread and fruit.

She needed to conserve her energy, since the things she was about to do might consume a lot of magic and physical strength.

However, having just finished breakfast, Vera was preparing to make up an excuse and go to the Room of Requirement alone, just like before.

But to her surprise, Harley and Hermione stopped her today, which was quite unusual.

“Vera,” Harley said, hands on her hips, her green eyes flashing with determination, “you’re not going anywhere today. You need to get some rest!”

Hermione nodded in agreement: "That's right, you look terrible. We've decided to keep a close eye on you today."

Vera opened her mouth to retort, but Hermione beat her to it: "Don't try to make excuses. It's Sunday today. If you're really tired, why don't you take a rest?"

“That’s right,” Harley said, staring intently at her with a serious expression. “Anyway, I didn’t have any training this morning, so I’ve been watching you the whole time!”

She paused for a moment, looking at their serious expressions, and couldn't find a suitable reason to refuse.

Or perhaps... subconsciously, she actually found their approach quite appealing.

Who could resist two little friends who always directly and sincerely care about her?

“Okay,” she sighed, feigning helplessness, “then how do you plan to supervise me?”

Harley coughed lightly, raised her head slightly, and a victorious smile appeared on her face:

"It's very simple. In the morning, you'll stay in the dorm with us, lie in bed and rest. You're not allowed to go anywhere or think about anything!"

Hermione added, "We'll take you to the Great Hall for lunch, and you can go out and do whatever you want in the afternoon, or we can accompany you."

What a domineering British primary school student's statement...

Vera looked at their serious expressions and couldn't help but chuckle: "Are you treating me like a patient?"

“That’s right!” Harley said matter-of-factly. “Mrs. Pomfrey said that rest is also part of the treatment.”

Vera chuckled and shook her head: "Alright, alright, I'll do as you say."

So, as Harley and Hermione escorted her back to her dorm, sunlight streamed through the stained glass, casting dappled shadows on the floor.

Vera was pinned to the bed by them, and Harley even thoughtfully tucked her in: "Rest well and don't think too much."

"Would you like me to read something to you?" Hermione pulled a copy of *The History of Magic* from her bag. "Professor Binns' lectures are always so boring..."

Vera shook her head, both amused and exasperated: "Hey, I'm not a child."

Harley and Hermione both gave each other a "Are you sure?" look.

Vera had no choice but to surrender: "Okay, okay, I'll take a nap, alright?"

Hermione nodded in satisfaction, and together with Harley, they tiptoed to the other side of the room to begin their homework.

The room fell silent, save for the scratching sound of a quill pen writing on parchment.

Vera closed her eyes and listened to their soft conversation, her tense nerves gradually relaxing.

They weren't wrong; she was indeed very tired during this period.

Practicing Occlumency, building mental anchors, feeding Cerberus almost every day, and having to subdue both the dragon and Cerberus under pressure from Voldemort...

Sigh! Although she ultimately gained a lot, she did put in a lot of effort along the way.

In addition, she barely slept last night, so she is indeed exhausted now.

Turning her head to look at the two children who were still engrossed in their homework, trying not to make a sound and disturb her, Vera let out a soft breath, and the corners of her mouth unconsciously turned up.

She closed her eyes, feeling the warmth of the sunlight streaming through the curtains onto her face, and before she knew it, she had fallen into a deep sleep.

I slept exceptionally well, without dreams or startling awakenings, only pure tranquility.

When she opened her eyes again, the sun was already setting in the west, and Hermione was the only one left in the room, sitting by the window reading a book.

"Hermione, where's Harley?" Vera rubbed her eyes, her voice still sleepy.

Hermione closed the book: "Wood called her to look at the new tactics at the last minute. You slept so soundly that you even missed lunch."

Vera then noticed a lunchbox on the bedside table: "What's this...?"

“Harley brought this for you.” Hermione came over and helped her set up a small table. “Steak, salad, pumpkin juice, and your favorite raspberry jam ice cream.”

Vera felt a warmth in her heart: "Thank you."

Hermione sat on the edge of the bed, watching her take small bites of the salad in front of her: "Are you feeling better?"

"Mmm." Wei stretched and yawned. "I feel much better after a nap."

Hermione hesitated for a moment, as if she wanted to say something, but in the end she just said softly, "That's good."

Vera keenly sensed her hesitation: "What's wrong?"

Hermione pursed her lips before tentatively saying, "You seem to have been very busy lately."

Vera put down her fork, her long, silver-gray hair falling over her shoulders, obscuring most of her face.

She almost forgot that Hermione was always very perceptive.

“Yes,” Vera lowered her eyes and pondered for a moment before answering softly, “I’ve made some new discoveries… about my legs.”

Hermione's eyes lit up immediately: "You mean... you've found an effective treatment?"

“I’m not sure if it will work,” Vera shook her head. “I don’t know to what extent it will restore me after I use it, but I want to give it a try.”

Hermione nodded understandingly: "I understand, you don't want to disappoint everyone."

Vera smiled and said, "Yes, so... it's a secret for now?"

Hermione made a pursed mouth gesture: "Of course."

The two smiled at each other, and the room fell silent for a moment.

Vera continued eating her lunch with her head down. After a while, she suddenly looked up and said, "I want to go for a walk by Black Lake this afternoon."

Hermione closed the book, startled: "Do you need me to take you there?"

“No,” Vera shook her head, “Let’s go together.”

Hermione's eyes lit up instantly. She immediately put down her book and stood up: "Then I'll go get you a coat. It's windy by the lake."

As Vera watched her busy figure disappear into the distance, her mood unconsciously improved a little.

After a late lunch, the two set off for Black Lake.

Several snowfalls have already occurred at Hogwarts in early winter, and the grass by the lake is covered with a thin layer of white. Sunlight shines on the lake, creating shimmering ripples.

Hermione pushed the wheelchair slowly along the lakeside path. "It's so quiet here."

Vera nodded gently: "Yes, it's a good place to clear your mind."

Although she has mastered the method of clearing her mind, it still feels good to truly relax like this occasionally.

Hermione pushed her to the shade of a large tree, where the view was expansive and overlooked the entire lake.

She helped Vera secure her wheelchair, then sat down on a nearby rock.

“Harley said she’d come to find us later,” Hermione said softly, looking at the Black Lake in the distance.

Recently, Harley has been training late into the night for Quidditch matches.

Vera nodded: "It's actually a very happy thing to work hard for something you love."

Hermione looked at her thoughtfully: "What does Vera like?"

Vera paused slightly, her eyes reflecting the shimmering water of the lake as she fell into deep thought.

She gently stroked the armrest of her wheelchair, her voice as soft as a breeze: "Since arriving here, I don't think I've ever thought about this question..."

Arriving here? Does that mean after arriving at Hogwarts?

Hermione was still a little confused when she heard her continue, "In the past, I liked to travel with my friends and go hiking."

Every time I conquer a mountain and stand atop it overlooking the view, I feel a sense of exhilaration, as if my life has been worthwhile.

Hermione's thoughts followed her words, and as she imagined the scene, she couldn't help but smile.

She was about to agree, but when she thought of Vera's current appearance, her expression became somewhat complicated.

Is Vera still able to climb to the top of the mountain now?

The thought flashed through her mind, and Hermione immediately felt a wave of guilt wash over her.

She probably shouldn't have brought this up.

Vera seemed to sense her change in mood and turned around, her long, silver-gray hair swaying gently in the breeze: "What's wrong?"

Hermione quickly shook her head: "It's nothing, I was just thinking... once your leg is better, we can go hiking together."

As soon as she finished speaking, she regretted it a little.

Why do you have to bring up something you don't want to talk about?

Hermione was secretly annoyed, wishing she could slap herself twice right then and there.

He's usually quite eloquent, so why does he... become so... when it comes to Vera?

Vera observed the rich expressions on her face and couldn't help but chuckle: "Okay, the three of us can go together then."