The wheelchair-bound warrior is speedrunning Hogwarts.

Ordinary apothecaries would have little chance of healing her injuries, but Hogwarts had experts among them—she couldn't simply pin her hopes on suddenly appearing ancient magic.

The quill pen glided lightly across the parchment, the ink shimmering in the candlelight.

"Dear Professor Dumbledore:

I am writing this letter with sincere feelings. As an incoming Hogwarts student, I wanted to inform you about my physical condition in advance. Due to an accident, I currently need to use a wheelchair…”

Author's Note: py's "Chihaya Aine Has Nine Wings"

[Orange; Love All; Superpowered Wit Battle]

Chihaya Aine becomes a person with uncontrolled superpowers due to a disaster, and has to drop out of school in England and return to Tokyo to prepare to live an ordinary life.

But reality doesn't allow it.

She knew that she had been surrounded by the remnants of the former hero team Crychic and had formed a new team.

Unbeknownst to her, her five closest friends were actually members of the highly dangerous supernatural criminal organization AveMujica.

The lamp shouted that it wanted to be with her for life.

Li hope always has a sour face, as if he has a prejudice against her.

Her favorite streamer, Miaomengqin, and her beloved idol, Misaka Chuka, both invited her on dates.

Shoko Toyokawa, shrouded in countless mysteries, lives with her, making bento boxes by day and becoming her nemesis by night.

Add to that Goto Ichiri, who idolizes her, and Iori Nina, who inexplicably harbors feelings for her…

Oh, and every now and then I have to team up with everyone from MyGO!!!!! to battle against AveMujica.

Sigh, in this chaotic vortex, only Nagasaki Motoyo is gentle and considerate, the only haven that can comfort my soul...

Huh? Why didn't Su Shi respond when I greeted her earlier?

Huh? What do you mean by saying I'm not needed?

Don't scare me!

Chapter Eleven: The Malfoys and Their Son

The scratching sound of the quill pen was exceptionally clear in the quiet room.

After Vera finished writing, she carefully checked the letter, folded it, put it in a bag, and sealed it with wax.

"Kreacher".

The house-elf appeared in response and respectfully took the letter: "Miss, this is... to be sent to Headmaster Dumbledore?"

“Yes, an owl will do.” Vera nodded. “I want to receive a reply as soon as possible.”

"Yes." Kreacher bowed deeply and disappeared with a snap.

Vera pushed her wheelchair to the window and saw the last rays of sunlight disappearing below the horizon over London.

With a month to go before Hogwarts starts, she needs to be fully prepared.

First, she needs to figure out what kind of advantage she currently possesses.

She had a general understanding of the various auxiliary functions of the magic circuit. This ability could not only help her enhance her magic perception and recovery speed, but also help her learn magic quickly.

More importantly, it seems that only after upgrading the level of the magic circuit can one learn new ancient magic again.

That's right. After mastering multiple spellcasting, she wanted to return to that void space to try learning other ancient magic, but... she was rejected.

She could no longer go inside, not even to observe from afar.

So now the key question is, how can she upgrade the level of her magic circuits?

How far is she from her current level from being able to learn the [Mastery - Advanced] of Life Reshaping?

She gazed at the night outside the window, attempting to reconnect with the magical circuits within her body. The crystal at her heart vibrated slightly, and translucent words appeared on her retina:

[Current Magic Circuit Level: Awakening - Initial Stage (37/100)]

[Detailed Explanation of Magic Circuit Levels: Awakening, Mastery, Proficiency, and Transcendence, each divided into three tiers]

[Current methods of gaining experience: 1. Practicing magic 2. Ancient magic practice 3. Learning new spells 4. Combat]

Vera raised an eyebrow slightly. It seemed that the key to improving the level of magic circuits lay in constantly using magic, whether it was regular spells or ancient magic, which could accumulate experience points.

At the current pace, upgrading the magic circuits to Awakening·High-level before the start of the school year should not be a problem.

However, there is still a long way to go before reaching [Mastery - Advanced].

Looking down at her legs, which were still completely numb, Vera suddenly remembered those green eyes, like tender buds in early spring, and instinctively gripped her legs tighter.

She will heal her leg no matter what, by whatever means.

……

The next day, when Vera woke up from her nightmare again, the morning light was already streaming in through the gaps in the curtains.

She rubbed her temples; last night's dream was still vivid—the car accident, the screeching of brakes, her adoptive mother's final scream…

Even though these memories weren't her own, her body was particularly clear about them—memories that had changed her destiny.

Knox lightly jumped onto the bed, gently nuzzled her cheek against her pillow, and let out two soft calls.

Vera snapped out of her daze, reached out and stroked its soft fur, and whispered reassuringly, "I'm alright."

Just then, Kreacher's voice appeared at the door right on time: "Miss, we have a guest. May I come in?"

Vera frowned slightly. The Blake mansion rarely received visitors, especially at this time of year.

She quickly straightened her robe and placed Knox on her lap: "Come in, Kreacher."

The house-elf pushed open the door and entered, carrying a silver tray with her breakfast on it.

His large ears twitched nervously: "Miss Narcissa and Master Draco have arrived and are now waiting for you in the living room."

Vera raised an eyebrow; it seemed her cheap cousin had gone back to complain.

"I understand." Vera nodded calmly. "I need to change my clothes, wash up, and have breakfast. I'm afraid I'll have to ask my aunt and cousin to wait a little while."

Kreacher bowed respectfully: "Yes, Kreacher will take good care of our two distinguished guests."

Vera nodded gently and pushed her wheelchair to the dressing table. The girl in the mirror looked slightly pale, with faint bluish tint under her eyes.

She reached out and touched her cheek, her fingertips brushing against the fine golden lines left by the magic circuits. They were more pronounced than yesterday, like liquid sunlight flowing beneath her skin.

With just a thought, these lines disappeared completely beneath the skin.

Vera, who had read many online novels in her previous life, was not surprised by this phenomenon at all. She calmly chose a dark green robe, casually picked up a ribbon to tie up her long hair, had a simple breakfast, and then pushed her wheelchair out the door.

As the wheelchair slowly entered the living room, Narcissa Malfoy was sitting in an armchair by the fireplace, her long, slender fingers gently stroking the rim of a teacup.

She wore a silver-gray robe, her pale golden hair was elegantly styled in a bun, and her face bore a slight resemblance to Vera.

Draco stood beside his mother, and when he saw Vera, his eyes looked somewhat unnatural.

“Vera, darling, good morning.” Narcissa stood up, a polite smile on her face. “I hope we didn’t disturb your rest.”

“Good morning, Aunt Narcissa.” Vera pushed her wheelchair to a suitable distance and nodded slightly. “And… Cousin Draco.”

Draco pursed his lips and reluctantly replied under his mother's gaze, "Good morning, Cousin Vera."

Narcissa's gaze lingered on Vera's wheelchair for a moment before quickly shifting away: "I heard you received your Hogwarts acceptance letter? Lucius and I are both very happy that another member of the Black family will be enrolling soon."

“Yes, I have prepared all the necessities,” Vera replied calmly.

Narcissa nodded slightly: "Draco met you in Diagon Alley yesterday, but..."

She paused, as if choosing her words carefully, "There was some unpleasantness between you two?"

Vera looked up at Draco, who awkwardly looked away.

She gently raised the corners of her lips and replied politely, "It's just a small misunderstanding, Aunt."

Narcissa frowned almost imperceptibly: "Draco, apologize."

Draco's face flushed red, and he stared wide-eyed at his mother: "But Mom—"

“Apologize,” Narcissa repeated.

Draco's eyes flashed with resentment, but under Narcissa's gaze, he turned to Vera, his voice stiff: "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that."

Vera watched the interaction between the mother and son and suddenly found it somewhat amusing.

She could tell, of course, that Narcissa's protection of her was not genuine, but rather a means to maintain the relationship between pure-blood families.

Who made him the sole heir of the Black family?

Would a Muggle-born wizard receive the same treatment?

The answer is beyond doubt.

Author's Note: py《I am the embodiment of your deceased emotions》

Chapter Twelve Snape

“It’s alright,” Vera smiled slightly, “Cousin Draco.”

She deliberately dragged out the word when addressing him, and sure enough, she saw a hint of resentment in Draco's expression.

However, Narcissa's expression relaxed considerably, and she adopted a very proper elder's demeanor, asking with concern, "Vera, regarding your... special situation, has Hogwarts made any arrangements?"

“Thank you for your concern, Aunt. I have already written to Headmaster Dumbledore,” Vera replied calmly. “I’m confident the school will make appropriate arrangements.”

Upon hearing Dumbledore's name, Narcissa stiffened almost imperceptibly, but quickly regained her composure: "Of course, Hogwarts will take good care of every student. However..."

Her gaze fell on Vera's legs. "Lucius, as one of the school board members, can also offer some assistance. Of course, that is, if you need it."

Vera understood the implication in her words—the Malfoys were willing to help, but accepting their help would be tantamount to siding with them.

“Thank you for your kindness, Aunt,” Vera replied calmly. “I will contact you if needed.”

Narcissa seemed satisfied with the answer, and she stood up gracefully: "It's getting late, we should take our leave. Draco, say goodbye to your cousin."

Draco reluctantly stepped forward: "Goodbye, Cousin Vera."

Vera noticed that there was still some resentment in his eyes when he looked at her, but it was much less intense than yesterday.

"See you when school starts, cousin," she replied calmly.

After seeing Malfoy and his mother off, Vera moved her wheelchair and watched them disappear through the window at the gate, letting out a soft sigh.

“Miss Vera…doesn’t she like them?” Kreacher asked cautiously.

In his heart, although his master was the most respected daughter of Regulus, Kreacher had developed a particular fondness for Narcissa and her son, who were purebloods and cousins ​​of the Black family, after years of being influenced by them.

Vera looked away: "It's not a matter of liking or disliking, Kreacher. To us, they are just relatives we need to keep our distance from."

Kreacher's large ears twitched, as if he wanted to say something but hesitated.

Vera glanced at him and raised her voice to remind him, "I know what you're thinking, but in any case, now I'm the only one left in the Black family."

The house-elf shuddered, lowered his head, and said in a low, hoarse voice, "Kreacher will always be loyal to the Black family... loyal to Miss."

In the original story, when Sirius returned to the Black family, his attitude towards Kreacher was not very good because he was close to the Order of the Phoenix and also disliked returning to the Black family.

This is also one of the reasons why Kreacher seized upon the loophole in his orders, indirectly causing Sirius's death.

But Vera was different—she was neither a rebel like Sirius who hated family traditions, nor a fanatical purist like Bellatrix.

She just... needs to utilize every available resource.

So when she learned that Narcissa was coming to visit, she was already prepared to give the elf some special advice.

Remind him to remember... who his only true master is.

Seeing Kreacher bowing so low that his nose was almost touching the floor, Vera casually told him to get up and then prepared to go to the training room.

“Wait a moment, Miss,” Kreacher hurriedly produced a reply letter: “Just a short while ago, Headmaster Dumbledore’s reply arrived.”

Vera raised an eyebrow, took the parchment with a faint lemon scent, tore off the sealing wax, and Dumbledore's handwriting came into view:

“Dear Miss Blake:

Thank you for your letter. Hogwarts welcomes every child with magical talent, regardless of their physical condition.

Regarding your special needs, I have discussed solutions with Professor McGonagall and Professor Flitwick. The school will cast a powerful levitation spell on your wheelchair and will arrange a special dormitory location for you after you are sorted into your home.

In addition, if you would like, I will ask Madam Pomfrey and Professor Severus Snape, the Potions teacher, to visit next Monday for a full examination.

Looking forward to your reply.

You are faithful,