The wheelchair-bound warrior is speedrunning Hogwarts.

Albus Dumbledore

Vera gently folded the letter, a slight smile appearing on her lips.

Dumbledore's reply was expected; the greatest wizard of our time never refused any student who needed legitimate help.

"Does Miss want a reply?" Kreacher asked in a low voice.

“Of course.” Vera picked up her quill and wrote a short reply on the parchment, expressing her gratitude for Dumbledore’s arrangements and confirming that she would be waiting for Madam Pomfrey and Professor Snape’s visit.

After Kreacher sent his reply, Vera pushed her wheelchair to the training room to continue her path to advancement.

In the days that followed, Vera devoted herself almost entirely to practice.

Every morning, with Kreacher's help, she would go to the training room and not return to her bedroom until late at night.

With the aid of magic circuits and ancient magic, her progress far surpassed that of ordinary wizards, and her control over magic circuits became increasingly proficient.

In addition to the basic cutting spell, she also learned the levitation spell, leg-locking spell, and several simple defensive spells through magic resurrection.

As for anything more advanced, it's beyond her current capabilities.

As the frequency of use increased, the magic circuit was successfully upgraded to [Awakening - Intermediate], the maximum magic power reserve increased from the initial 30 points to 50 points, and the recovery speed increased to 13/hour.

It is estimated that by the time school starts, she will have mastered most of the basic spells listed in "Standard Spells - Elementary", and her magic circuits will be able to reach the [Awakening - Advanced] level.

……

On Monday morning, Vera got up early, changed into a simple robe, and tied her hair neatly back.

Kreacher prepared a lavish breakfast for her, but she only ate a few bites before pushing her wheelchair to the living room to wait.

With plenty of time before the appointed time, Vera simply picked up a copy of "The Beginner's Guide to Transfiguration" and flipped through it to pass the time.

At exactly 10:00 AM, the fireplace flames suddenly turned emerald green, accompanied by the soft crackling of Floo Powder, and two figures emerged from the fireplace.

First was a kind-faced witch, dressed in a neat healer's robe, her gray hair styled in a simple bun.

Following closely behind was a black-robed male wizard with a gloomy face, greasy black hair, and a hooked nose that cast a shadow on his pale face.

“Good morning, Miss Black.” The witch smiled and stepped forward. “I am Bobby Pomfrey, the school nurse at Hogwarts, and this is Professor Severus Snape, the Potions Master.”

Vera closed the book and saw the double agent scrutinizing her with a critical eye.

Did you think of Regulus, who was also a Death Eater back then?

She met his gaze without fear.

Author's Note: py: "After Yoru disbanded, I became a ghost member of their band."

(Lonely Rock + Go + GBC + ?????)

With the keyboardist's suicide, the bassist's return to his hometown, the drummer's imprisonment, and the retirement of the only two core lead guitarists, Yoru, once a popular youth band in Shimokitazawa, was disbanded by its core vocalist, Tsukiji Kono.

She had also fantasized about living a retired life like her old partner, but reality was...

"Little Chen, please, I'm begging you."

On the very day the band ended, he was slapped dry by the band leader's tears, becoming a ghost member who did not participate in regular rehearsals and was only responsible for saving the day and giving guidance.

"I can't imagine a future for Crychic without its predecessors."

"Young Chen, please become the one who supervises our band!"

The irresistible requests from Toyokawa Shoko, Izayoi Nina, and others left her speechless with bitterness, making her a ghost member of their team.

No, no, that's too much...

Just then, her old partner, Mr. N, also came to ask to get back together.

Xiao Chen Yueji remained silent, his schedule already fully booked.

So she used the wrong method to clear her burden, but...

"Is this...right?"

After a period of time, Xiao Chen Yueji, who had been "used" by several regiments in rotation, raised this question.

Chapter Thirteen: As everyone knows, war gods are all frail and sickly.

According to Kreacher, Vera inherited good looks from the Black family and bears a striking resemblance to her biological father.

The charisma score of 8 points speaks volumes about this.

As for who Snape would think of when he saw her, she had no idea.

Vera pushed her wheelchair forward without making a sound, and nodded slightly: "Good morning, Mrs. Pomfrey, Professor Snape. Thank you for coming."

“You’re welcome, dear,” Mrs. Pomfrey said kindly. “Could we find a place to sit down first? I need to know more about your situation.”

Kreacher appeared at the opportune moment, leading everyone to the reception room and serving hot tea and snacks.

Madam Pomfrey took out her wand and waved it gently: "Please relax, Miss Black. I need to do a basic check-up first."

A soft blue light flowed from the tip of the staff, enveloping Vera's entire body like ripples of water.

Vera could clearly see the trajectory of the magic flowing through her body—it traveled down her spine and gradually dimmed below her waist.

Mrs. Pomfrey's brow furrowed slightly: "The situation is more complicated than I thought..."

She hesitated, seemingly struggling with whether or not to tell the 11-year-old girl the diagnosis.

But... it's clear that there are no adults in the Black family who can help Vera make decisions.

Vera sensed Madame Pomfrey's concerns and calmly said, "Please speak plainly, madam. I have the right to know my physical condition."

Madam Pomfrey exchanged a glance with Snape, then sighed and said, "Complete spinal cord injury, and some nerves are severely compressed, causing irreversible damage..."

“Yes, the car hit me from the side. My adoptive mother managed to push me out of the car, but my lower body was still stuck between the car door and the wall,” Vera explained calmly.

In the first three days after her transmigration, it took her a long time to accept her current situation and to sort out the background of the original Vera.

In her limited memories, the original Vera seemed to have never met her biological parents, but was adopted by a Muggle foster mother from a young age and did not know that she was a wizard.

After the car accident, when she was taken to the hospital and told she could only wait to die, Kreacher, who had been searching for Regulus's orphan, found her and took her to St. Mungo.

The good news is that the magic of this era does have some unique features compared to Muggle medicine, and it successfully saved Vera from the brink of death, but... that's all it can do.

For the next six months or so, Vera had to fight her illness every day.

But a 10-year-old girl, with no family or friends and only an elf to take care of her, eventually lost her will to fight and passed away sadly a few days before she received her Hogwarts acceptance letter.

That's when Vera entered this body.

Upon hearing her explanation, the expressions of the two adult wizards present became even more solemn.

“Poor child…” Madam Pomfrey sighed softly, her eyes filled with pity as she looked at her, then continued, “The nerve connections are almost completely severed, and the muscles have atrophied to varying degrees…”

Snape suddenly spoke, his imposing gaze fixed on Vera, "What kind of potion have you been taking?"

Vera gestured for Kreacher to fetch the medicine box: "It mainly contains muscle repair agents and nerve relaxants, and we'll also give you a potent healing potion once a week."

Snape picked up a bottle of bright green potion, shook it gently, examined it against the light for a while, and then commented without any politeness: "The formula is outdated, the manufacturing process is crude, and the therapeutic effect is very limited."

Kreacher's ears immediately drooped, and he whispered in protest, "This is already the best medicine prescribed by St. Mungo's healers..."

Snape scoffed and placed the medicine bottle back on the table: "Clearly, this apothecary's skill level is questionable."

He turned to Mrs. Pomfrey, "What do you think?"

Madam Pomfrey put away her wand, hesitated for a moment, and then said, "To be honest, with the current level of magical medicine, we can only try to concoct some more potent potions, at least... to alleviate the pain and slow down muscle atrophy."

The implication is that she also believes there is little hope for a complete cure.

Vera let out a soft breath, her face showing little emotion.

“I understand, thank you for the diagnosis,” she said calmly. “It’s already good enough that the symptoms are relieved.”

Snape narrowed his eyes slightly, his gaze scrutinizing her: "Miss Black, you don't seem surprised by this outcome."

Vera met his gaze readily: "Professor, I've been living with these legs for over half a year now, and clearly, I've learned to accept reality."

“Admirable…reason.” Snape’s expression seemed to darken further, but he did not press the matter further.

Mrs. Pomfrey also took out several small vials from her medical kit: "My dear, these are some medicines I've concocted that can help relieve nerve pain and muscle spasms. Also—"

She hesitated for a moment, then took out a small bottle. "This is a potent nutritional supplement. You're too thin and need to replenish your nutrients."

Vera took the medicine and thanked her softly.

She could feel the pity in Mrs. Pomfrey's eyes, which made her somewhat uncomfortable.

Suddenly, Snape took a piece of parchment from the inner pocket of his robe, quickly wrote a few lines on it with a quill, and then handed it to Kreacher.

“Prepare the ingredients according to this recipe,” he said without looking up, “and we’ll send them to you weekly by owl. It’ll be at least more effective than what you’re using now…”

Kreacher took the formula with trembling hands, almost crying: "Thank you, Professor Snape! Kreacher will prepare everything!"

Vera wasn't surprised by this. Putting aside Snape's double agent status, this was a mission assigned by Dumbledore, and he had to do something.

“Thank you very much, Professor,” she said sincerely. “This has been a great help to me.”

Snape put down his pen, glanced at her, and simply replied, "It's my duty."

After the examination, Madam Pomfrey meticulously recorded Vera's data and promised to coordinate with the other professors at Hogwarts to ensure her comfort during her time at the school. She then left with Snape once again via the Floo Network.

Vera leaned gently against the back of her wheelchair, looking down at her legs.

"Irreversible damage...?"

Kreacher cautiously approached: "Miss... are you alright?"

“I’m fine, Kreacher,” Vera replied softly, her gaze falling on the recipe Snape had left behind. “Prepare the materials as the professor instructed.”

"Yes, Miss!" The little elf bowed deeply and disappeared with a snap.

Chapter Fourteen begins at nine and three-quarters.

The days that followed flew by like flowing water, and before we knew it, it was time for the start of the new school term.

During this period, Vera's magic circuits were successfully upgraded to [Awakening - High-level], her maximum magic power reserve reached 90 points, and her recovery speed increased to 19.5/hour.

Through practice, she has mastered all the basic spells listed in "Standard Spells - Beginner" and is proficient in using the basic techniques of [Multicast].

The potion Snape sent was indeed much more effective than St. Mungo's; at least it relieved her of the excruciating pain and made her movements much easier.

Kreacher makes sure she takes her medication on time every day and prepares a variety of nutritious meals to ensure she is in good physical condition to cope with the upcoming school life.

Finally, on September 1st, the morning sunlight streamed into the room through the gaps in the curtains. Vera sat in her wheelchair, the sunlight shining through the stained glass windows onto her long, silver-gray hair, casting a soft iridescent glow.

“Miss,” Kreacher’s voice rang out from outside the door, “are you ready to depart?”

"Hmm." Vera snapped out of her reverie and pushed her wheelchair to the door.

She had checked everything, not just the essential books, but also some... magical items that might come in handy later.

"Does the young lady really not need Kreacher's company?" The house-elf pushed her to the fireplace, his eyes filled with worry.

“I can take care of myself now,” Vera replied calmly, “and the family needs you more.”

Kreacher sniffed: "That's what Master Regulus said when he first went to Hogwarts..."

Vera didn't interrupt the little elf's rambling; ever since receiving his acceptance letter, Kreacher had often been lost in such memories.

She simply straightened her collar quietly, looking at the pale-faced girl in the mirror—long silver-gray hair hanging over her shoulders, and a calmness in her dark eyes that didn't belong to her age.

"Is your luggage all packed?" she asked softly.

Kreacher immediately straightened his hunched back: "They're all in the wheelchair space that's been enchanted with the Seamless Stretch Charm!"

Vera looked up and saw Knox leap down from the beam and land lightly on her lap, the silver tips of his tail brushing against her wrist.

Then, with almost no effort, Vera traveled alone through the Floo Network to King's Cross Station.

When Vera walked alone through the magical barrier of Platform Nine and Three-Quarters and arrived at the steam-filled Hogwarts Express, she found that many students and parents had already gathered there.

She pushed her wheelchair forward slowly by herself, her gaze sweeping over the excited new students and reluctant parents on the platform.

Knox peeked out from her knees, also curiously looking around at everything.

Suddenly, a familiar voice came from behind: "Vera! I'm here!"

Turning around at the sound, I saw sunlight filtering through the bustling crowd, and a head of slightly messy black hair suddenly appeared.

Harley Porter was waving frantically at her, her green eyes gleaming behind her glasses.

She was dragging a suitcase that was obviously bigger than herself, and carrying a bulging backpack on her back. She looked like she was about to collapse.

Vera instinctively pushed her wheelchair a little closer to her, and Knox wagged his tail excitedly on her lap.