The wheelchair-bound warrior is speedrunning Hogwarts.

For her, although the process was a bit difficult, the process of achieving her goal was clearly visible.

If she can be patient and keep going down this path, one day she will be able to regain her healthy legs.

The two chatted casually, enjoying the rare moment of peace.

Harley didn't arrive until the sun was setting, her forehead still covered in sweat.

"Sorry! Wood was so engrossed in discussing tactics that we almost forgot the time!" Harley said breathlessly.

Hermione handed her a tissue: "Wipe your sweat, you're acting like a wild child."

Harley chuckled, took the handkerchief, casually wiped her forehead, and then plopped down on the grass next to Vera's wheelchair: "How are you feeling?"

Vera smiled and nodded: "Yes, thanks to your supervision."

Harley proudly raised her chin, looking quite smug.

Seeing her proud little expression, Vera couldn't help but reach out and ruffle her slightly messy black hair: "Yes, yes, thanks to our little savior."

Harley's face immediately flushed red, and she muttered, "I told you not to call me that..."

This amused Vera and Hermione so much that they couldn't help but laugh.

As night fell, the three of them got up and went back.

After finishing dinner, Vera prepared to go on her own and said goodbye to them.

Harry was about to speak up to stop her when Hermione gently tugged at her robe. She turned around in surprise and saw Hermione gently shaking her head at her.

Although she was puzzled, she kept quiet and watched Vera push her wheelchair away from the auditorium.

"Why did you stop me?" Harry asked softly after Vera had walked away.

“Well…” Hermione shook her head mysteriously, “Let’s just say Vera needs some time alone. Don’t worry, she won’t do anything reckless.”

Harley was a little confused by Hermione's riddle-like behavior and was about to ask her more questions, but Hermione didn't give her the chance. She winked at her, picked up her books, and headed towards the library.

"What are these two doing?" Harley stood there, completely bewildered.

Chapter 109 This Crowded Friendship

A house that grants every request.

Vera sat in the center of the room once again.

Having rested for a whole day, she was in peak physical and mental condition.

Now, it's time to try out that new skill.

She took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and the golden patterns beneath her skin shone with an unprecedented brilliance. Her magic circuits activated at full power, and magical energy surged through her body like a tidal wave.

“Mimicking legs,” she murmured.

In an instant, a strange power surged from the magic circuit, spreading down her spine and condensing below her waist.

As time passed, a translucent magical phantom slowly emerged, gradually outlining the shape of the legs, glowing with a faint blue light, and the texture of the muscles and the structure of the joints could be vaguely seen.

More importantly, it looks completely unrelated to the hind legs of a Cerberus; it's almost exactly the shape of human legs.

This undoubtedly eased Vera's tense nerves a little.

Although she really wanted to stand up, she didn't really want to do it by suddenly growing a pair of dog legs out of thin air.

…Then you'd really become a lackey.

She continued to channel her magic with peace of mind, until finally, the phantom almost completely overlapped with her own legs, making it impossible to distinguish between them.

With the preliminary work now complete, it's time to see the results.

Vera cautiously tried to move them—the phantoms immediately guided her own legs to make the corresponding movements.

It actually works!

She opened her eyes wide in surprise and continued to try to move her legs slowly.

But this time, even the slightest movement made her immediately sense that something was wrong—

Although she could be moved around freely, her legs were still numb, and she was only moving through the magical phantom that mimicked them.

This is equivalent to giving her a magically powered exoskeleton out of thin air. Only the exoskeleton can move, while her legs only play a supporting role in the process.

Hmm... at least it can increase her activity level so that her leg muscles don't atrophy too quickly?

Having figured this out, she was inevitably a little disappointed, but at least it was better than nothing.

Quickly adjusting her mindset, Vera took a deep breath, braced herself with her hands on the armrests of the wheelchair, and slowly shifted her weight onto her legs, attempting to stand up.

When her legs firmly planted on the ground, supporting her body, Vera was still taken aback by the powerful muscles derived from the three-headed dog.

The touch and power feel incredibly realistic, and the sensation of stepping on the ground is solid and powerful.

She carefully released the handrail and stood up completely just like that.

Looking down at her legs, she saw a translucent blue light flowing beneath her skin, as if they were breathing and rising and falling with life.

However... although she looks no different from an ordinary person, the feeling of being forcibly supported still makes her somewhat uncomfortable.

Whether it suits me or not, I'll just take a few steps first!

She tried to take her first step, and her magical legs faithfully obeyed her will, taking a steady step forward.

Then came the second step, the third step… Vera took her first steps very carefully, like a toddler learning to walk.

Gradually, she began to walk more smoothly, and even tried to jump lightly in place.

Then... I was startled by my own jumping ability, which allowed me to leap two meters high.

She stumbled and landed with great difficulty, almost falling over because she lost control. She managed to grab the wall with quick reflexes and regain her balance.

"This is too exaggerated..." Vera looked down at her legs, muttering to herself in astonishment.

Actually, it makes a lot of sense when you think about it. A three-headed dog is so big, it's only natural that it would have strong and powerful limbs.

But for a small, underage human like myself to force myself to match the power of Cerberus seems like I'll have to work on controlling it...

So, with her hands outstretched at her sides, trying to maintain her balance, Vera took another unsteady step.

This time, she tried to use less force, just enough to walk steadily without losing control due to excessive force.

I walked around the room in circles for a long time before my body gradually found its balance.

"Is this a success?" she murmured to herself, a look of excitement finally appearing on her face.

Then, she began trying out various positions in the room—

Running, jumping, leaping, doing a split, or even a backflip on the spot are all easy for her now.

This wonderful sense of freedom almost made her want to cheer.

She paced back and forth in the lounge excitedly, spinning around a few times and doing the splits a few times, as if she was trying to make up for the steps she had missed over the past six months.

Only when her magic was half depleted and her legs began to become unsteady did she finally stop, reluctantly, and walk to the mirror, looking at her flushed reflection—

Her long, silver-gray hair fell to her waist, and her slender legs stood firmly. Apart from the faint blue light emanating from her knees, there was almost nothing unusual about her.

“Finally…” She reached out and touched the mirror, her eyes slightly warm.

She knew, of course, that she couldn't get carried away with her success.

She hasn't fully mastered this ability yet, and it has consumed a lot of magic power. Judging from her current physical strength, she can probably only sustain herself for about an hour.

Even so, even if it's just a temporary standing achieved through magic, she has waited far too long for this moment.

“It’s almost time…” She glanced at her pocket watch; nearly an hour had passed, and her magic and physical strength were completely exhausted.

She slowly returned to her wheelchair and sat down, somewhat reluctantly dismantling her simulated legs.

The moment the magical phantom dissipated, that familiar feeling of powerlessness returned, causing her to involuntarily grip the handrail tightly.

After she had readjusted to the wheelchair, she took one last look at herself in the mirror.

It's okay, it's only temporary.

After calming herself down, Vera pushed her wheelchair out of the Room of Requirement.

As the one who gave her the opportunity to stand for a short time, she wanted to reward Lou Williams handsomely.

……

When I returned to the common room, the fire in the fireplace had gone out, leaving only a faint ember glowing orange-red.

Vera pushed her wheelchair silently through the empty lounge, her fingertips lightly tracing the armrests, feeling the texture of the wood.

I don't know if it was because of her mood, but her perspective on things changed.

These familiar routines, which she had grown accustomed to in the past, now seemed to hold a unique charm in her eyes.

"Vera?" A somewhat surprised voice came from the shadows.

Vera looked up in surprise and saw Hermione curled up in a large armchair by the fireplace, holding a heavy book in her hands, her brown eyes blinking as she looked at her.

"I thought you had already gone back to your dorm." Vera pushed her wheelchair closer, her voice tinged with surprise.

Hermione closed the book and explained, "Harley was taking a bath in there, and I was thinking of finishing finding this book as soon as possible, so..."

She paused, her gaze falling on Vera's tired yet clearly excited face. As if realizing something, her eyes lit up: "Is it...that thing you mentioned before...there's been progress?"

Vera paused for a moment. Although she had just used up a lot of magic at the Room of Requirement, the excitement of being able to stand up again made her radiant.

No wonder Hermione could tell.

She smiled and nodded slightly: "Yes, there is some, but it's still a long way from being completely cured."

That's absolutely true; the Cerberus's pet skills couldn't heal her leg.

"It's working!" Hermione's eyes lit up immediately. She leaned closer, her hand gently resting on Hermione's leg, looking quite serious. "It feels like it's actually a little firmer!"

Vera couldn't help but chuckle: "How did you even realize that?"

“No, you don’t understand,” Hermione shook her head knowingly, her fingertips poking at her leg. “I think it has something to do with the massages Harley and I have been giving us these past few days.”

Vera was amused by her earnest expression and gently took her hand: "Yes, yes, thanks to your care."

The two were smiling at each other when they heard Harley's voice coming from the direction of the girls' dormitory: "Hermione, I'm done showering, hurry up—"

Vera and Hermione turned their heads at the same time and saw Harley standing at the top of the stairs with wet black hair and wearing pajamas, her green eyes staring at them wide open.

"What are you doing..." she hesitated, as if she wanted to say something but couldn't.

Hermione immediately stood up and waved to Harry: "Harry, come here!"

Harley immediately rushed down the stairs, her slippers making a clattering sound on the floor: "What were you talking about?"

Looking at the two expectant little faces so close to hers, Vera blinked and subconsciously tugged at Hermione's robe.

"Ah..." Hermione immediately understood, "We were discussing that the Gryffindor vs. Hufflepuff match is coming up soon!"

Harley looked at Hermione suspiciously, then at Vera: "Really?"

Vera smiled and nodded: "Of course, we're still thinking about how to cheer you on."

Harley's attention was immediately diverted, and she coughed lightly with a touch of arrogance: "I can't say it's a sure thing, but everyone in the team has been training really hard lately."

She paused for a moment before saying earnestly, "I also tried my best."

“Mmm.” Vera’s eyes crinkled. “I know.”

Although I didn't witness Harley's training firsthand, I could glimpse her hard work from how exhausted she was, almost collapsing into bed as soon as training ended.

Harley was easily cheered up by Vera's words. She scratched her head sheepishly until she touched her damp hand and remembered why she had come out in the first place.

"Don't say any more," she urged hastily, "You guys go take a shower, you have class tomorrow!"

Vera chuckled softly as she watched Harley's hurried manner. "Okay, let's go now."

So Harley walked ahead, drying her hair with a towel while muttering about some funny little incidents that happened during training.

Hermione, pushing the wheelchair, couldn't help but lean down and whisper, "Why didn't you tell Harley?"

Vera was silent for a moment, her gaze following the figure in front of her: "Let's just say... I don't want to distract her too much."

If Hermione hadn't always been able to spot something amiss, she wouldn't have planned to let Hermione know.

Although she has accepted her current situation, perhaps out of pride or perhaps because she is not ready, she is still reluctant to let others know the efforts she has made for this matter.

Even Harley… no, especially Harley, she doesn’t want to say.

Of course, it's also possible that she felt an indescribable pressure from being looked at by Harley with such expectant and joyful eyes.