The wheelchair-bound warrior is speedrunning Hogwarts.

Through the gaps in the bushes, she saw Quirrell stumble back a few steps, his purple headscarf draped askew over his shoulder, revealing the狰狞 (zhengning - ferocious/hideous) face on the back of his head—

Its terrifyingly pale skin melted and solidified like wax, and its scarlet eyes gleamed in the darkness, exuding an exceptionally evil aura.

So ugly.

This was the first time Vera had clearly seen Voldemort in such a disheveled state.

“Master… Hagrid has been looking for us… and those centaurs are coming after us again.” Quirrell’s voice trembled, filled with fear and apprehension.

Voldemort's twisted face rasped, "Shut up! Keep searching! The Phoenix Tears are no longer usable, but the Unicorn Blood... we must get it!"

Quirrell nodded timidly, wrapped his headscarf around himself again, and staggered forward.

Vera held her breath, her eyes following the disheveled figure. After only a moment's hesitation, she followed him.

To avoid being spotted by Quirrell and the back of his head, she deliberately kept a certain distance along the way. As long as she followed the black mist, she wouldn't lose track of him.

But soon, she saw Quirrell suddenly stop.

Not far ahead of them, there was an open space illuminated by the moonlight.

On the open ground, a beautiful unicorn was drinking water, its silvery-white mane shimmering in the moonlight.

Oops!

Vera's heart clenched. She hadn't expected that Quirrell's random wandering would lead him to find a lone unicorn.

She instinctively gripped her wand tighter, but reason told her that now was not the time to act.

Quirrell had clearly also noticed the unicorn's presence. He froze on the spot, his Adam's apple bobbing, cold sweat beading on his forehead. Only Voldemort's hoarse urging came from the back of his head: "Quick! Catch it!"

Vera saw Quirrell raise his wand with trembling hands, his lips moving as he uttered the incantation—

"Except your weapons!"

A red light pierced the darkness, striking Quirrell's wrist precisely.

His wand flew out of his hand and landed on the ground with a crisp sound.

Startled by the sudden commotion, the unicorn turned and quickly disappeared into the depths of the dense forest.

"Who is it?!" Quirrell looked around in horror.

"Useless trash! Go pick it up!" Voldemort's voice rang in his ears, roaring in a voice only he could hear.

Quirrell hurriedly tried to bend down to pick up the wand, but unexpectedly, another beam of magical light shot out from a completely different position.

In the chaos, Quirrell only had time to dodge to the side. The spell grazed his shoulder, struck the tree trunk behind him, and blasted a large hole in it!

"Petrify them all!" Vera whispered the incantation again, this time from another direction.

Quirrell rolled awkwardly on the ground, barely dodging the attack, but Voldemort above him was already furious: "Fool! You've been tricked!"

"Who's behind this!" Quirrell was forced to stand up, looking around with a fierce but weak expression. "Come out!"

Vera was certainly not foolish enough to respond. Using the invisibility cloak as cover, she quickly changed position and raised her wand again.

"Torn apart!"

Another beam of light shot out from another direction. Quirrell tried to dodge it but was still grazed on the arm and cried out in pain.

"Master! We're surrounded!" Quirrell cried out in terror.

Voldemort's voice grew increasingly distorted in his ear: "Shut up! Fool! There's only one person!"

Vera couldn't hear Voldemort's voice, but judging from Quirrell's changing expression, she could roughly guess that he was listening to Voldemort.

She continued to change positions, launching attacks from different angles, keeping Quirrell constantly on the run.

Quirrell was forced to retreat repeatedly until he crashed into a large tree, with nowhere to escape.

“Master…I…” His voice was filled with fear.

Voldemort wriggled on the back of his head: "Use my power!"

Quirrell immediately closed his eyes, and suddenly, a cloud of black mist burst forth from his body, forming a barrier that deflected Vera's next spell.

Vera frowned; her vision was severely obstructed by the black mist.

They tried using fire and wind, but it wouldn't burn or blow away.

The only thing that can be seen is... this thing doesn't seem to protect against physical damage?

Since that's the case...

She immediately changed her strategy, putting away her wand, a highly recognizable weapon, and tied up her long hair, completely concealing herself in the invisibility cloak.

Then—she suddenly gathered her strength and leaped, her body shooting towards Quirrell like an arrow released from a bow!

The explosive power granted by the Cerberus allowed her to instantly cover a distance of more than ten meters. Before Quirrell could react, a heavy kick had already slammed into his face!

"boom!"

Quirrell was sent flying backward, crashing heavily into a tree trunk.

Before Quirrell could get up, Vera quickly circled around to his side and, before he could see clearly, swiftly swept her leg towards Quirrell's waist.

"Ah!" Quirrell screamed, his ribs cracking under the strain.

He struggled to get up, but was suddenly stepped on on the back.

"Who! Who are you?!" Quirrell cried out in terror, his voice filled with pain and fear.

Vera didn't answer, but simply grabbed a stone from the ground and smashed it hard into Voldemort's face under his turban!

"No!" Quirrell cried out in terror, trying to protect his master, but it was too late.

The stone struck Voldemort's contorted face beneath the mask with a muffled thud.

Voldemort let out a superhuman howl, and the black mist surged violently upwards.

Meanwhile, Vera could hear the sound of rapid hoofbeats not far away.

The horsemen have arrived.

She ceased fighting, quickly retreated a few steps, and disappeared back into the darkness.

Quirrell struggled to his feet, and Voldemort growled in pain behind his head, "Run! The centaurs are coming!"

Quirrell staggered to pick up his wand and fled in panic under the cover of the black mist.

Vera did not give chase. She hid behind the bushes until she was sure the centaurs had not found her, then held her breath, slowly turned around, and quietly left.

Even after returning to the castle from the Forbidden Forest, her heart was still pounding violently in her chest.

This was accompanied by unprecedented fatigue and weakness.

Although the battle was brief, it still put a considerable strain on her body.

She wanted to go back and get a good night's sleep.

Chapter 112 Do I Need Help Taking a Bath Too?

When Vera scrambled back to the dormitory window, Knox was sitting upright on the windowsill, his amber eyes gleaming strangely in the moonlight.

It tilted its head to look at her, unusually not meowing, but just quietly watching her, as if silently rebuking her adventurous behavior.

"I know, I know..." Vera gasped for breath, detaching her mimic legs and slumping into her wheelchair, her heart pounding silently.

Even she herself hadn't realized that the battle had quietly drained too much of her energy.

So much so that after the effects of the adrenaline gradually wore off, she almost couldn't make it back up the tower.

Looking down at her hands, she saw that they had already begun to tremble, partly from excitement and partly from the weakness caused by exerting too much force.

"Knox, I did it," she murmured to herself, a smile unconsciously creeping onto her lips.

Tonight, she really saved the life of a unicorn.

More importantly, although it was a sneak attack, it caught the opponent completely off guard and even had the advantage of terrain.

However, she did manage to suppress the combination of Voldemort and Quirrell for a short period of time.

This is enough to prove that her efforts over this period of time have not been in vain.

This sneak attack also made her see things more clearly... that the Dark Lord who once struck fear into the hearts of the entire magical world is now nothing more than a pathetic worm clinging to the back of someone else's head.

Nothing to be afraid of.

Seeing that she was trembling with exhaustion but still managing a forced smile, Knox lightly jumped off the windowsill and gazed at her quietly.

It seemed like they were checking to see if she was hurt, or perhaps... they wanted to know why she was laughing.

"I'm fine, don't worry," Vera said softly, trying to stroke the cat's soft fur, but Knox nimbly dodged her.

She paused for a moment, then realized that she hadn't even had a chance to take a shower since she got back.

Now covered in dust and sweat, it's no wonder Knox was disgusted.

"Okay, I'll go take a shower now."

Vera smiled helplessly and was about to push the wheelchair to the bathroom when she realized that her hands were still trembling so badly that she didn't even have the strength to hold the wheelchair armrests.

She frowned subconsciously and tried a few more times, but she not only had no strength left, but she also didn't have enough magic power to activate the Source Flow Reshaping and enhance her arm strength.

Who told her to have used up all her remaining magic power during her journey?

She closed her eyes, feeling a bit of a headache. She figured she could only wait for her magic to recover a little before she could take a shower.

Just then, Knox's relaxed ears suddenly perked up, and he turned his head toward the dormitory door.

Vera's heart tightened, and she followed her gaze to the doorway, instinctively holding her breath.

A few seconds later, there were light footsteps outside the door, followed by Harley's low voice calling, "Vera? Are you asleep?"

Vera paused for a moment, then relaxed: "Not yet, come in."

The door was gently pushed open, and Harley strode in, carrying a small box that wasn't particularly fancy.

She was initially excited, but upon entering the dimly lit room and seeing Vera's pale face, her expression immediately turned to worry.

"What's wrong?" Harley hurried to the bedside. "You look terrible, is something wrong?"

Vera shook her head, forcing a smile: "It's nothing, just a nightmare... What is this?"

Harley's face suddenly turned red, and she fidgeted nervously with the box in her hands: "I...I just wanted to be the first to give you a Christmas present."

She shoved the box into Vera's hand. "I was planning to give it to you early this morning, but I was worried you'd be asleep by then."

Vera took the box, carefully unwrapped it, and found a silver bracelet inside with a small star pendant hanging from it.

“This is…” Vera looked up in surprise.

“I made it myself,” Harley bit her lip nervously. “I used a Transfiguration Charm and a little… well, mostly Hagrid taught me how to do crafts. It’s not very pretty, but—”

“It’s beautiful,” Vera interrupted softly, carefully taking out the bracelet. The silver metal gleamed gently in the moonlight. “Could you help me put it on?”

Harley's eyes lit up, and she carefully fastened the bracelet for her.

Vera's wrists were slender and fair, and the silver bracelet made them look even more exquisite.

"Thank you, I like it very much." Vera gently stroked the bracelet, a smile unconsciously spreading across her face.

Harley's green eyes gleamed in the dim room: "Really? I was worried you'd think it was too ordinary..."

“How could that be? I really like it.” Vera shook her head. “Thank you, Harry.”

Harley blushed even more, and she suddenly leaned down and gave Vera a hug: "Merry Christmas, Vera."

Vera froze for a moment, then gently hugged her back: "Merry Christmas."

When Halle released her embrace, she noticed that Vera's hands were still trembling slightly.

She frowned and suddenly grabbed the other person's wrist: "Why are your hands so cold?"

The pale skin my fingertips touched was damp and cold with the night dew, and felt cool to the touch.

Vera quickly withdrew her hand, glancing somewhat guiltily at the window that hadn't been closed: "Maybe the window wasn't closed properly."

“You’ll catch a cold.” Harley frowned disapprovingly, immediately stood up, quickly walked to the window and closed it tightly, then took a thick blanket and wrapped it around Vera’s shoulders.

"I'll go get you a cup of hot tea," she said, turning to leave.

“No need,” Vera gently tugged at her sleeve. “It’s not curfew yet. Go out and continue playing with them.”

Harry paused, then hesitantly turned back to look at her: "But you..."

“I’m fine,” Vera smiled and shook her head. “I’m just a little tired and want to rest early.”