The wheelchair-bound warrior is speedrunning Hogwarts.

Harley pouted defiantly, but was quickly affected by the drug's effects, and her eyelids began to droop.

“Go to sleep,” Vera gently patted her shoulder. “I’m right here.”

Harley nodded drowsily and soon fell into a deep sleep.

Vera sat on the edge of the bed, watching Harley's peaceful sleeping face, her long silver-grey hair falling over her shoulders, gleaming warmly in the firelight.

She sighed softly and reached out to brush the stray hairs from Harley's forehead.

Is this child unable to refuse requests from anyone they trust?

Although she doesn't dislike this kind of trust.

Once Vera was sure Harley was fast asleep, she pushed her wheelchair to the stone bricks at the head of the bed.

Although she didn't show it on her face, she had been worried about this matter since last night—

Will Voldemort, who has repeatedly failed and been injured several times, become enraged and do something irreversible?

He even dared to split his own soul, and killed countless people in the process. Who dares to speculate on where the Dark Lord's bottom line lies?

This is a school, full of innocent students.

As the magic circuit was activated, Vera's fingers lightly touched the cool brick wall, feeling the pulse emanating from the castle.

She closed her eyes, her consciousness extending along the ancient stone wall.

Vera originally thought that this connection would be the same as before, using the search for various magical sources in the castle to pinpoint Quirrell and Voldemort's location.

This method isn't entirely ineffective, but it requires her to manually screen things in her mind, which takes a considerable amount of time and effort.

And now… Vera was surprised to find that the message the castle was conveying to her was exceptionally clear this time.

Following her will, the castle was guiding her consciousness through layers of walls, pointing directly to Quirrell's location.

“This is…” she murmured to herself, feeling this unprecedented connection.

Suddenly, Vera remembered that her castle's approval rating had already increased.

Could it be for this reason?

The faint golden light between the bricks spread out like ripples, seemingly in response to her question.

Vera smiled, calmed herself down, and followed the castle's guidance to "look." She could clearly sense Quirrell pacing anxiously back and forth alone in the Defense Against the Dark Arts office.

What shocked her even more was that she could vaguely hear the conversation on the other end.

"Master, we can't take any more risks!" Quirrell's voice was filled with fear. "That man from last night... he may have discovered our plan!"

"Shut up!" Voldemort's hoarse voice was like a viper's hiss. "Find that person; he must be Dumbledore's backup plan."

Quirrell's face fell. "But...but Master, we don't even know who the other side is..."

"He's in the castle!" Voldemort's voice grew increasingly distorted. "Investigate, especially those... who are closer to Dumbledore!"

Quirrell responded meekly, "Yes, yes, Master..."

Vera's heart skipped a beat, and then she almost laughed.

It seems Voldemort has begun to have doubts, though in a completely wrong direction—he actually thinks that Dumbledore sent someone to spy on him.

If Dumbledore had so many capable helpers within Hogwarts at this time, he wouldn't have needed the double agent Snape.

Voldemort, now only in a remnant soul state, would never have imagined that the attacker who was so agile that night was actually just a disabled first-year student.

She continued to listen attentively.

"The effect of Phoenix Tears is fading... Since we can't get the unicorn's blood, let's change our target!"

Voldemort's voice became even sharper when they mentioned their long-successful target.

You mean…

"The twelve uses of dragon's blood." Voldemort chuckled sinisterly. "You should know about Dumbledore's research."

"Dragon blood?" Quirrell's voice was filled with confusion and fear.

“That’s right,” Voldemort’s voice carried a hint of smugness, “Although its effects aren’t as pure as unicorn blood, the magic contained in dragon blood is powerful enough, as long as it’s mixed in a specific ratio…”

Vera's heart tightened; she immediately thought of the dragon egg she had tamed but which had not yet hatched.

“But master,” Quirrell stammered, “where are we going to find a dragon?”

Voldemort's voice suddenly turned chilling: "Isn't Hagrid's got a dragon egg? Just wait for it to hatch—"

Vera opened her eyes abruptly, her heart pounding, the magical circuits disconnecting the instant she opened them.

The fire dragon is in danger!

She instinctively wanted to go out, but when she turned around and saw Harley fast asleep, she had to force herself to calm down.

Acting impulsively now will only make things worse.

You see, besides wanting to kill the dragon for its blood, Voldemort also wanted to find her.

We can't rush things; we need to think of a solution slowly.

She took a deep breath and tried to calm herself down.

Voldemort's decision was not actually wrong. In the vast Forbidden Forest, he had to deal with Hagrid and a group of patrolling centaurs, and he was often outnumbered.

In contrast, because of his duties patrolling the forbidden forest, Hagrid spends a significant portion of his day away from the cabin.

Voldemort will have plenty of opportunities to strike, and Hagrid will be unable to make a big fuss about his illegal activities.

Fortunately, Voldemort didn't know how to raise a dragon, so he had to wait until the dragon hatched before he could start.

Therefore, she had to move the fire dragon away before Voldemort could.

The only question is... where to move it?

Hogwarts was obviously out of the question, Hagrid's cottage wasn't safe, and the Forbidden Forest was even worse.

It's even less likely that it will be Blake's old house.

The fire dragon grows extremely fast and will become uncontrollable within a few months. The Black family home is located in central London, and the consequences would be unimaginable if something were to happen to it.

As expected, we still have to ask Ron's older brother Charlie for help, just like in the original story, so that he can take the dragon away?

Vera pondered for a moment and thought the idea was feasible.

Charlie was studying fire dragons in Romania, which was his area of ​​expertise, and he had sufficient resources to care for the young dragons.

Anyway, she had already established a connection with the fire dragon, and she could sense it no matter where it was.

She glanced at Harley, who was still sleeping soundly, then turned and left the dormitory.

……

When Harley finally woke up and sat up groggily, she realized that she was all alone in the room.

“Vera?” Harley rubbed her sleepy eyes and looked around.

The sky outside the window had darkened, and the snow was still falling, accompanied by a howling wind.

She sneezed and felt her cold was getting better, so she put on a thick coat and went out to find Vera.

As soon as I entered the common room, I saw Ron playing Wizard Chess with Vera.

Harley tiptoed forward and stood behind Vera to observe the battle.

Today's battle was unusually one-sided; just looking at Ron's anxious, sweat-drenched appearance, it was clear that Vera held an absolute advantage.

This had never happened in Vera and Ron's previous matches; the two had always been evenly matched.

“General,” Vera said softly, moving her knight.

Ron stared wide-eyed at the chessboard, and after a long while, he lowered his head dejectedly: "Okay, I lost again."

“As agreed,” Vera said slowly as she gathered the chess pieces, “it’s best two out of three. I won, and you have to grant me one small request.”

Ron scratched his head and puffed out his chest slightly. "Alright, a bet's a bet. What do you want me to do?"

Vera smiled slightly: "Well... I haven't thought about it yet."

Ron's expression immediately fell: "Huh? When will we have to wait?"

Vera put the last chess piece back into the box and said softly, "Don't worry, you won't have to wait too long."

Harley leaned closer curiously: "What kind of bet are you making?"

Ron sighed. "Vera said she wants to play three games of wizard chess with me. If I win, she'll back me up in front of George and Fred; if I lose, I'll have to grant her a small request."

"Don't be discouraged," Vera comforted her. "Your chess skills are actually quite good."

Ron scoffed, "That's still not as good as you... How did you manage to do that? We're usually about the same level."

Vera packed up the chessboard and handed it to Ron: "Maybe I was just lucky today."

Ron took the chessboard with some skepticism and sighed.

"Good afternoon, Harry." Only then did Vera turn around. "Did you sleep well?"

"Hmm, I feel much better." Harley rubbed her nose and asked curiously, "When did you guys start playing chess?"

“Shortly after you fell asleep,” Vera pushed her wheelchair toward her, smiling as she asked, “Shall we go to the library now?”

Harry's face twitched, but before she could say anything, Vera slowly cut off her excuse:

“You made that promise to Hermione with such confidence before.”

“This…this…” Harley scratched her head in confusion, while looking at Ron with pleading eyes, hoping he could help her out of this predicament.

However, Vera sighed and said, "Of course, if you really don't want to, I don't want to force you. Let me go by myself, as a way of giving Hermione an explanation."

As she spoke, she turned her wheelchair around with a somber expression, preparing to leave.

Harley panicked immediately and rushed forward to stop Vera: "Wait! I... I didn't say I wasn't going!"

Vera stopped her wheelchair, her long, silver-gray hair falling over her shoulders, and a slight smile played on her lips: "Really?"

“Of course!” Harley puffed out her chest. “I promised Hermione!”

Ron watched in stunned silence, muttering under his breath, "What have they done to Harley...?"

Vera coughed lightly and turned to Ron: "Want to come along?"

Ron immediately shook his head vigorously: "No, no, I've made plans with George and the others to play 'Crackling Bomb' cards."

“Alright then,” Vera nodded. “Let’s go, Harry.”

The two left the common room and walked down the corridor toward the library.

The snow was still falling, and a thin layer of frost flowers had formed on the castle windows.

Halle pushed Vera's wheelchair, her steps light and quick as she walked down the corridor.

Although she readily agreed, she was still a little apprehensive at the thought of spending several hours in the library.

“Vera,” she couldn’t help but ask, “we’ve been searching for so long and haven’t found any clues about Nicolas Flamel…”

“Be patient,” Vera said softly. “Maybe we’ll make a new discovery today?”

The two arrived at the library, where Mrs. Pince was tidying up the bookshelves. She nodded gently when she saw them come in.

Vera pushed her wheelchair into the history section and skillfully pulled out a copy of "The Origins of Modern Alchemy," while Harley sat down next to her, idly flipping through a miscellaneous book.

As time passed, Harley's attention gradually shifted from the book, and she began to secretly observe Vera's profile.

Under the soft lights of the library, Vera's long, silver-grey hair shimmered with a pearly luster, and her long eyelashes cast delicate shadows on her cheeks.

She was somewhat lost in thought—back when she lived with her aunt and uncle, they always loved watching soap operas.

She wasn't interested in those long and tedious plots, but every time she saw those pretty girls on screen, she couldn't help but feel a longing for them.

This is actually quite normal; people are naturally drawn to those who are considered beautiful or beautiful.

Harley thought that such TV stars could only be seen on screen.

But then one day in Diagon Alley, she accidentally bumped into the girl in front of her.

A beautiful, delicate, fragile, and stubborn girl who evokes a protective instinct in anyone who sees her.

As they spent more time together afterward, she became even more convinced of this idea.

Vera suddenly looked up, her silver-gray eyes staring directly at her: "Did you find something interesting?"

Harley's face flushed instantly, and she lowered her head in a fluster: "N-no... I was just a little distracted."