The wheelchair-bound warrior is speedrunning Hogwarts.

The two walked through the snow-covered front yard and arrived at the Black Lake. The pine trees by the lake were already dressed in silver, and snowflakes gently fell on the lake surface and disappeared instantly.

As they walked slowly along the lakeside path, snowflakes gently landed on their hair and shoulders, sparkling in the sunlight.

“It’s so quiet,” Harley murmured, her breath condensing in the air. “It’s like we’re the only ones left at Hogwarts.”

Vera smiled and nodded: "Yes, it's a rare moment of peace."

This place is usually frequented by couples on dates.

Harley looked up at the falling snowflakes and, on a whim, suggested, "How about we build a snowman?"

Before Vera could answer, she had already crouched down and started collecting the snow.

Vera watched her clumsily roll the snowball and couldn't help but laugh: "That's not how you do it. You have to make a small ball first, and then slowly roll it bigger..."

With Vera's guidance, Harley quickly built a crooked snowman.

“It looks a little strange…” Harley commented, tilting her head.

Vera took off her scarf from the wheelchair and gently tied it around the snowman's neck: "It's much better now."

Harley grinned, her green eyes shining brightly in the snow: "Let's give it a name!"

“You decide.” Vera had no creative ideas on the matter.

Harry thought for a moment, then said, "How about we call it 'Shevy Potter'?"

Vera nearly choked on her own saliva: "Why this name?"

“Because this is something we made together, it’s like our child,” Harley said matter-of-factly, giving Vera half the credit for building the snowman in one sentence.

Vera remained silent for a while before asking, "Why not Shirley Black?"

It can also coordinate with the humanoid radar of the neighboring winery.

Harley blinked her emerald green eyes, then exclaimed in realization, "That seems to work too!"

Vera sighed and said, "Fine, whatever you like."

It's just a snowman anyway, why should she worry about such a small thing?

Harley, oblivious to her odd behavior, continued decorating the snowman with great enthusiasm, using twigs for arms and pebbles for eyes.

"Look, it's finished!" Harley took a few steps back to admire her work. "It's not perfect, but it's our first snowman, and Sherry did a great job!"

Is this the final name, Shirley? Shouldn't we change it again?

Vera pursed her lips, swallowing the urge to retort, and praised earnestly, "Quite cute."

Harley squatted down next to the snowman, tilted her head and examined it for a while, then suddenly said, "Vera, do you think if we cast a spell on it, we could bring it back to life?"

Vera paused for a moment, and after thinking about it seriously, she said, "With our current level of Transfiguration, it would be quite difficult to do that."

She remembered that in a movie from her past life, Harley's mother, Lily, gave a magic fish to the Potions Professor Slughorn.

That must have been a high-level transformation spell cast; as long as the caster doesn't die, the magic can be maintained indefinitely.

However, Vera is not yet very knowledgeable about Transfiguration and doesn't know much about the related spells.

She was still hesitating when she saw Harley silently squatting on the ground. Thinking her rejection had upset her, she struggled for a long time before finally unable to refuse and speaking up:

"Okay, Harley, give me some time, I'll go back and do my research—"

Before she could finish speaking, Harley suddenly stood up, grabbed a handful of snow with a big smile, and threw it at her!

Suddenly struck by a cold object, snowflakes scattered at her collar, the icy touch sliding down her neck and into her collar, causing Vera to shiver involuntarily.

"Harley!" she exclaimed, only to see the other person already laughing so hard they were doubled over, their green eyes gleaming with mischief.

"Sorry, sorry," Harley waved her hand dismissively, then smiled smugly, "but that's what makes it more Christmassy!"

Vera narrowed her eyes dangerously, raising her hand to slowly brush away the snowflakes clinging to her silver-gray hair: "Are you sure you want to have a snowball fight with me?"

Harley raised her chin defiantly: "What, scared?"

After brushing the snow off her body, Vera gave a meaningful smile: "You'll regret this."

She pushed her wheelchair back a few steps, secretly slipped her right hand into her sleeve to grasp her wand, and pretended to make a snowball on her lap with her left hand to attract Harley's attention.

Harley fell for it, excitedly running a few steps closer to throw a snowball: "Take this—"

"Snowball, come here!" Vera suddenly drew her wand and called out softly.

In an instant, dozens of snowballs around her rose into the air at the same time, flying towards Harley like shooting stars!

Harley's eyes widened, and before she could react, she was engulfed by a rain of snowballs. She staggered back a few steps and landed hard on her bottom in the snow.

"That's not fair!" She poked her head out of the snowdrift, her black hair covered in snowflakes, looking like a drowned rat. "You used magic!"

Vera blinked innocently: "You didn't say it couldn't be used."

Harley sulked and got up, then her eyes lit up: "I'll use it too!"

She drew her wand and, mimicking Vera, shouted, "Snowball, come here!"

However, the snow on the ground did not react at all, and a cold wind even blew by, making Harley shiver.

Vera couldn't help but chuckle: "Spells aren't effective just because you shout them, Harley, you still have a lot to practice!"

She demonstrated by waving her wand, and a snowball the size of a fist slowly took shape and landed precisely on Harley's head.

Harley shook her head, scattering snowflakes: "Damn it! Just wait until I learn it—"

“Before that, you’d better learn to dodge.” Vera chuckled mischievously and summoned another wave of snowballs.

Harley screamed and turned to run, with Snowball chasing after her, leaving a trail of messy footprints in the snow.

The two chased and played by the lake, their laughter echoing across the silent Black Lake.

Harley, exhausted and panting, lay down on the snow and surrendered: "Ceasefire! I give up!"

Vera then put away her wand and pushed her wheelchair closer: "You're already done for?"

Harley lay on her back, her chest heaving violently: "You...you cheated..."

Vera bent down and brushed the snowflakes off her face, saying calmly, "This is also a tactic."

Who says firepower coverage isn't a tactic?

Harley puffed out her cheeks defiantly, then suddenly did a somersault and pounced on Vera's wheelchair.

"Wait—Harley!"

Vera gasped as she and her wheelchair were knocked down onto the soft snow.

Harley, perched on top of her, looked down at her triumphantly: "That's one of the tactics, isn't it?"

I had to look up at Harley's face, which was so close to mine. Her green eyes shone like jade against the backdrop of the snow, and her nose and cheeks were tinged with a faint pink from the cold.

Their breaths mingled in the cold air, forming puffs of white mist.

Vera frowned, her adult instincts screaming at her—their current position was really crossing the line.

She tried to push the child, but he was too strong and she couldn't move at all. She could only sigh helplessly and say, "Okay, you win. Get up now."

Harley then got up, satisfied, and helped Vera up as well, brushing the snow off her: "Sorry, the wheelchair seems to be stuck in the snow."

Vera glanced at the wheelchair, half of which was buried in the snow, and shook her head: "It's alright, a levitation spell will solve the problem."

She waved her wand, and the wheelchair immediately rose from the snow and landed steadily on a more solid ground nearby.

“It’s time to go back,” Vera said, glancing at the sky. “It’s almost lunchtime.”

Harley nodded, pushing the wheelchair back, glancing back every now and then at the snowman they had built: "Hopefully Sherry can hold on until Hermione comes back."

Vera couldn't help but chuckle: "It's just a snowman. It'll melt quickly after the snow stops."

“Then we can build another one!” Harley said excitedly. “Next time, let’s build an even bigger one!”

Oh, it seems like we don't need to study advanced Transfiguration anymore.

Vera was silent for a moment, then turned to look at the snowman that was getting further and further away from them, and decided that she still had to put this kind of spell on the agenda.

……

The lunch was much more lavish than breakfast, with turkey, roast meat, sausages, Yorkshire pudding, various pies and vegetables filling the long table, as well as a small mountain of Christmas pudding and cream cake.

Harley's eyes widened: "This is so lavish!"

The other students who stayed on campus also took their seats one after another, and Ron and the twins couldn't wait to start eating.

Vera and Halle found a seat and began to enjoy the sumptuous Christmas dinner.

“Try this,” Harley cut a piece of beef and placed it on Vera’s plate. “It’s super tender!”

Vera smiled and thanked her, then took a small bite. Unlike the turkey, which was never quite good no matter how it was roasted, the beef today was roasted just right, with a crispy skin and juicy inside.

While she was still enjoying her meal, Harley suddenly leaned closer to Vera and whispered, "Vera, look over there."

Vera followed her gaze and saw that Quirrell had been sitting in the teachers' seat at some point, his food barely touched, and his face even more gloomy than usual.

Of course, Snape, who was next to him, didn't look much better.

I probably already know that another unicorn almost got into trouble last night.

Vera subtly withdrew her gaze and said softly, "Don't stare, you'll be noticed."

Harley nodded, but the worry between her brows did not disappear: "He looks strange...more nervous than usual."

As soon as she finished speaking, she couldn't help but rub the scar on her forehead.

Vera noticed her movement and immediately became alert: "What's wrong?"

Harley shook her head: "It's nothing, just a sudden sharp pain... I probably caught a cold from being outside for too long."

Is it because the main soul is about to give out, so the fragments in Harley's body are also affected?

Vera glanced solemnly at the teachers' table. Quirrell was fiddling with his napkin, while Voldemort's face was completely covered by his headscarf.

"If you're still not feeling well, let's go back and rest early," she said softly.

Harley shook her head: "It's okay, it's all over now."

After she finished speaking, her attention was quickly drawn back to the delicious dessert.

Vera, however, stared at the food in front of her with a gloomy expression, having lost all appetite.

After lunch, Harley heard that Ron and the others were going to have a snowball fight, and she was still a little reluctant to leave and wanted to go with them.

Then Vera grabbed his sleeve.

“It’s snowing even harder now, Harley.” She turned to look at the increasingly heavy snow outside the window. “Let’s go back to the common room.”

Harley exclaimed "Ah," hesitated for a moment, glanced at her classmates behind her, turned to look at Vera for a few seconds, and finally nodded: "Okay, let's go back then."

After she finished speaking, she turned around and explained to them, then turned around and pushed Vera to walk in the opposite direction.

When they reached the dormitory entrance, Vera's wheelchair suddenly stopped, and she asked in a muffled voice, "Harley, don't you think... I'm being too nosy?"

Harley paused for a moment, then crouched down to be at eye level with her: "Why would you ask that?"

Vera looked away, refusing to meet her gaze: "But sometimes I stop you from doing what you want to do, like a parent."

Although she does occasionally have the urge to protect Harley and Hermione.

“I don’t think so,” Harley said matter-of-factly. “Just like Hagrid stopped me from going to the Forbidden Forest, I know you meant well.”

She paused, then suddenly laughed: "And you never stop me for no reason. For example, it is indeed colder now than this morning, and... I think I do have a bit of a cold."

After saying that, she even sniffed seriously, trying to prove to her that what she said was not false.

With mixed feelings, Wei looked at the innocent-looking girl in front of her and gently stroked her forehead: "Then go in and take a shower, have some hot tea, take a nap, and then get up to play."

Harley nodded obediently before pushing her into the bedroom.

Author's Note: py: "Cultivation Through Gacha: All I Really Wanted Was Their Abilities"

Chapter 115 Why is she getting jealous?

I do have a bit of a cold.

After Harley came out of the bathroom, she sneezed several times, which startled Vera, who quickly rummaged through her first-aid kit and found a packet of cold medicine for her to drink.

"This is outrageous!" Harley muttered under her breath, her nose bright red as she lay on the bed. "Are we going to play in the snow together? Why am I the only one with a cold?"

Vera tucked the blanket around her and said softly, "It's probably because I'm wearing more layers than you."

But more likely, it's true that Harley was the one getting attacked by a bunch of snowballs from beginning to end, and Vera knew that, so she just wanted to take care of her.