The wheelchair-bound warrior is speedrunning Hogwarts.

It's hard to understand, and she herself feels the same way.

"Let's wait until the results stabilize before making any further decisions," she murmured to herself, watching Harley's retreating figure.

Hermione looked at her thoughtfully, and after a while, she said with a hint of sourness, "You care too much about Harley."

“…Huh?” Vera looked up in surprise, wondering if she had misheard something.

However, Hermione had no intention of repeating herself a second time. She pushed her through the door and went into the bathroom on her own, not giving her any chance to ask any further questions.

Vera was left sitting there blankly, completely bewildered.

"What's wrong with Hermione?" Harley walked over, drying her hair, looking puzzled.

Vera shook her head: "I don't know, maybe... I'm just tired from reading and want to rest early."

Harley shrugged. "She's always like that; she loses track of time when she starts reading."

"Isn't it all so we can find that Nicolas Flamel sooner?" Vera said helplessly, pinching the man's waist.

The main reason is that at her current height, it seems like the only thing she can do is massage her waist.

Harley giggled as she was pinched, dodging and begging for mercy: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I'll go to the library with you guys tomorrow to look for it!"

Vera then released her grip with satisfaction: "That's more like it."

She wanted to say something more, but Harley wasn't about to back down. She grinned and came closer, reaching out to tickle her.

Vera quickly turned her wheelchair backward, but Harley had already pounced on her, and the two of them burst into laughter.

"Harley! Stop—" Vera laughed so hard she could hardly breathe, her long silver-gray hair cascading loosely over her shoulders.

Harley stopped triumphantly, a sly glint in her green eyes: "Now you know how powerful I am, right?"

Vera straightened her messy hair and shook her head helplessly: "Yes, yes, you're the best."

The two laughed and joked for a while, and then the bathroom door suddenly opened from the inside.

Hermione, whose hair was still dripping wet from her shower, glanced at them playfully bickering and her eyes flickered for a moment, but she quickly regained her composure.

"Vera, it's your turn."

Her tone had returned to normal, as if the little incident had never happened.

Vera pushed her wheelchair over, and as she passed Hermione, she gently squeezed her hand: "Thank you."

Hermione paused for a moment, then gave a faint smile: "You're welcome."

Hearing the sound of water coming from the bathroom, Hermione returned to the bedside, staring blankly at her hands, which she slowly clenched.

Well, at least she and Vera have their own little secrets, right?

Chapter 110 Rounding up equals a private time for two

From that day on, everything seemed to return to normal.

They attended classes as usual every day, and in their spare time, they would go to the library in groups to look up books. Vera also took this opportunity to enrich her magical knowledge.

Of course, Harley would often use the excuse of practicing Quidditch to run away halfway through, while Vera would also take time every day to continue practicing the standing posture she had just learned.

As always, Knox would go to play with his big dog every few days, and Vera would occasionally go with him, sneaking off together.

As for Quirrell and Voldemort...

Vera did see the scene of that smelly human wearing a turban trying to pass through the level several times in the mental world of the three-headed dog.

Then... the man was driven away by the three-headed dog and had to flee in a sorry state.

On one occasion, Vera even saw that half of Quirrell's scarf had been torn off, revealing Voldemort's distorted face on the back of his head.

But Lou Williams didn't care about any of that. All three heads lunged at Voldemort at the same time, almost biting him off.

If Quirrell hadn't run away quickly, Voldemort would probably have become the first soul fragment of the Dark Lord to be bitten to death by a dog.

This is really hilarious.

From the memories she had of Quirrell in the later parts, she could tell that Quirrell always brought musical instruments with him.

However, since Cerberus linked with her magic circuits, it has been able to resist the influence of music to some extent.

Every time the music just started, it pounced on it...

To be honest, it's a bit tragic.

But despite her laughter, she remained vigilant.

Voldemort's covetousness for the Philosopher's Stone will not cease after a few failures; he will undoubtedly try every means to break through Fluffy's defenses.

Therefore, Vera was also secretly preparing a backup plan.

Time passed day by day, and before we knew it, December arrived, and Hogwarts was once again greeted by a heavy snowfall.

Just as the middle of the month arrived, Professor McGonagall came over with a list of students staying on campus for the holiday and asked who needed to register.

Hermione didn't sign; she planned to go back and go skiing with her parents.

Harley signed it without hesitation, since she didn't care if she went back to that house anyway.

As for Vera, when the registration form was handed to her, she thought about it and then signed it anyway.

"Have you thought it through? You really aren't going back for Christmas?" Harley couldn't wait to lean over and whisper as the registration form was passed around to the back of the room.

The voice just had an unmistakable air of excitement about it.

Vera nodded slightly: "Yes, the atmosphere at school is a bit better than at home."

Anyway, she's all alone at the Black family now, and as for Kreacher, she's already written to him to let him know.

Harry's eyes lit up immediately, and she excitedly grabbed Vera's hand: "Great! Then we can celebrate the holiday together!"

Vera chuckled softly at her excited expression, "Yes, we can decorate the Christmas tree together and have a Christmas feast..."

“Hearing that makes me want to stay,” Hermione said with a hint of jealousy. “But I’ve already promised my parents I’d go back and ski with them.”

“It’s alright,” Vera turned and winked at her, “I won’t forget your gift.”

Hermione paused for a moment, then pursed her lips, trying to hide the unconscious upturn of her lips.

“Oh,” she said casually, “Don’t worry, you won’t be short of gifts.”

As the Christmas holidays approach, the festive atmosphere in the castle grows stronger.

The walls of the corridor were covered with cascading ribbons made of holly and mistletoe, and twelve towering Christmas trees stood throughout the room, adorned with all sorts of decorations.

Even Snape's office door was secretly decorated with a small Christmas wreath by a mischievous student.

Snape originally intended to just tear the decoration off, but Harry happened to pass by and sincerely expressed his admiration for the wreath.

And so, that small, somewhat cheap green and gold ornament ended up hanging on the gloomy door of the Potions Office.

It has become quite a new sight to behold.

It's just that most people don't have the guts to stop and admire Snape's office from the doorway.

On the morning of the holiday, Hermione got up early and started packing her luggage.

“While I’m gone, you still have to keep looking for Nicolas Flamel, understand?” Hermione said. “Vera, you’ll be in charge of keeping an eye on Harley too.”

Harley, who was still helping her pack, immediately stood up to protest, "Why are you making it sound like I'd be lazy!"

Hermione raised an eyebrow: "Isn't that right? Last time we agreed to go to the library together, but you ran away after only five minutes inside."

Harley was speechless for a moment, stammering and unable to say a word.

Vera couldn't help but chuckle: "Alright, Harley, let's keep an eye on each other, okay?"

Having regained her pride with those words, Harley immediately puffed out her chest: "Of course! I promise to spend at least two hours in the library every day!"

Vera chuckled and shook her head, helping Hermione stuff the last book into the box: "Take care on the road, and remember to give our regards to your parents."

Hermione nodded, then suddenly stepped forward and gave Vera a hug: "Take care of yourself."

Then he turned around and hugged Harley: "Don't cause trouble."

Harley pouted: "I wouldn't!"

Hermione couldn't help but laugh, and squatted down to continue packing her luggage.

By the afternoon, after they saw Hermione off on the train, the castle was much emptier. There were very few students left on campus, most of whom were immersed in the festive atmosphere of the upcoming holiday.

Harley pushed Vera around in the empty corridor, enjoying the rare tranquility.

"Where are we going?" Harley asked as she pushed her wheelchair down the hallway.

Vera pondered for a moment: "How about we go to the library? Since we promised Hermione..."

Harley sighed, "Right now?"

Seeing Harley's scrunched-up face, Vera couldn't help but laugh out loud: "Just kidding. Let's rest today and start again tomorrow."

Harley immediately beamed: "By the way, do you think we should decorate our dorm room too?"

Vera looked at the glittering decorations in the hallway and nodded gently: "Okay, but we need to get some materials first."

Their current skill in shapeshifting is not yet at the level where they can conjure these things at will.

Moreover, even if Vera could, she wouldn't be in a hurry to show off such a skill, considering the child's self-esteem.

“That’s easy!” Harley’s eyes lit up. “We can go to Fred and George! They always have a way of getting all sorts of weird and wonderful things.”

Ron and the twins were originally going back, but they changed their minds and stayed because their parents were going to Romania to visit their second son, Charlie.

Vera chuckled: "Are you sure you want them to help? I'm afraid our dorm room will be turned into another prank lab."

Harley stuck out her tongue: "Then...shall we go find Hagrid? He definitely has natural materials suitable for decoration."

“That’s a good idea,” Vera nodded happily.

Perfect timing... she also wanted to check on Hagrid's situation.

She had visited Hagrid's place twice recently with Harley, but Hagrid kept it very secret this time.

If the dragon egg hadn't been tamed beforehand, even Vera wouldn't have noticed that there was a dragon egg hidden in his somewhat cramped room.

When the two arrived at Hagrid's hut, he was chopping wood in the yard. When he saw them, he immediately put down his axe and came to greet them.

"Harley! Vera!" Hagrid's beard was frosted in the cold wind. "You've come at the perfect time, I just baked some rock crusts!"

Vera and Halle exchanged a glance, both seeing a hint of helplessness in each other's eyes.

“Uh…we’ve already had lunch,” Harley politely declined.

It's almost evening now.

Hagrid looked somewhat disappointed, but still warmly ushered them into the cabin.

Toothpick excitedly pounced on her, nearly knocking over Vera's wheelchair.

"Toothie! Sit down!" Hagrid snapped. The big dog reluctantly lay down on the ground, its tail still wagging incessantly.

She noticed during her first two visits that Tooth, who used to always jump into Harley's arms, now seemed more interested in her.

I wonder if it's related to her taming the Cerberus.

Cerberus...it should be considered top-tier among canines, right?

"It's okay." Vivi reached out and rubbed Ya Ya's head, and the big dog immediately purred contentedly.

She looked up and explained her purpose to Hagrid in a gentle tone.

Hagrid's large beard twitched: "Christmas decorations? That's easy!"

He turned around and took a large bag from the cabinet: "Here are pine cones, some dried orange peels and dried cranberries... Oh, right!"

Hagrid turned around excitedly: "There are lots of holly and mistletoe on the edge of the Forbidden Forest. I can pick some for you."

"Really?" Harley's eyes lit up, and she turned to look at the Forbidden Forest not far away. "Then can we follow you...?"

"No way!" Hagrid immediately straightened his face. "The Forbidden Forest is too dangerous, especially at this time of year."

Harley puffed out her cheeks in disappointment, but didn't insist any further.

Vera gazed thoughtfully in the direction of the Forbidden Forest: "Hagrid, how's the Forbidden Forest lately...?"

Hagrid's expression changed slightly, but he quickly returned to normal: "Of course! Everything is fine!"

"How is the injured unicorn?" Vera asked softly.

Hagrid unconsciously rubbed his beard with his large hand: "Oh, it's recovering well... the centaurs have taken good care of it."