The wheelchair-bound warrior is speedrunning Hogwarts.

Hagrid had already fallen asleep, clutching a small bundle wrapped in a thick blanket in his arms, while Tooth was also fast asleep beside him.

Vera breathed a sigh of relief, but she still dared not let her guard down. She knocked hard on the window, trying to wake Hagrid.

However, Hagrid snored loudly and remained completely still.

She knocked harder a few more times, but it was still to no avail.

"Hagrid!" she called in a low voice, glancing warily around.

Just then, Knox nimbly leaped onto the windowsill and scratched the glass with his claws, making a screeching sound.

Tooth twitched its ears, raised its head, and immediately stood up alertly upon seeing Knox outside the window, letting out a low whimper.

"Shh, Ya Ya, it's me," Vera whispered, lifting a corner of her invisibility cloak so Ya Ya could see her face.

Tooth recognized her, its tail immediately wagged, and it turned to lick Hagrid's face.

"Ugh... Stop messing around, Tooth..." Hagrid waved his hand groggily.

Vera was so anxious that she stamped her feet. Just then, she sensed through her magic circuit that Quirrell was approaching the edge of the Forbidden Forest, less than 500 meters away!

"No time!" She gritted her teeth and kicked the window open!

"Who!" With the sudden sound of shattering glass, Hagrid sprang up, instinctively protecting the package in his arms.

Yaya immediately went on alert, barking incessantly at the broken window.

At the same time, Vera also sensed that the cold, sinister magic had appeared in the vicinity.

She didn't even show her face, quickly disappearing into the shadows of the hut.

Knox nimbly jumped off the windowsill and hid in the nearby bushes.

Hagrid, holding an oil lamp, looked around warily: "Who is it?"

Vera held her breath. She could sense that Quirrell's magical energy fluctuations had stopped not far from the cabin, as if he were observing the situation.

Just then, Hemera poked her head out from the bundle in Hagrid's arms and hissed uneasily.

Its little head turned towards the window, its scales slightly raised, as if it too had sensed the danger.

"What's wrong, little guy?" Hagrid said softly, gently stroking the little dragon's back with his rough hands.

Vera's heart leaped into her throat. She quietly picked up a small pebble and threw it precisely at Hagrid's back.

"Who is it again!" Hagrid whirled around, the light from the oil lamp sweeping across the broken window and catching a glimpse of a dark figure outside the house!

The dark figure shrank abruptly under the light and then quickly disappeared into the darkness.

"Stop!" Hagrid roared, grabbed the crossbow bolts by the door, and charged out.

Vera's heart nearly stopped. She quickly emerged from her hiding place, trying to stop him: "Hagrid! Wait!"

But Hagrid had already rushed into the night, and his enormous figure was quickly swallowed by the darkness.

It's so sensitive again at this moment!

Vera bit her lip and could only quickly follow, but Hagrid had already chased the dark figure deep into the edge of the forbidden forest, and the thick trees soon blocked her view.

She activated her circuit vision, using the flow of magic to determine their location, while cautiously scanning her surroundings.

Knox had disappeared somewhere, but it was better that he wasn't there, so she wouldn't be distracted and Voldemort wouldn't discover her identity afterward.

Just then, a painful howl came from the depths of the Forbidden Forest!

Vera's heart clenched, and she immediately rushed toward the direction of the sound.

With the aid of magic, her mimicry legs allowed her to move nimbly through the forest, but the Forbidden Forest's terrain was far more complex than the castle's, with tangled tree roots and drooping vines constantly hindering her progress.

After running for a while, Vera had to stop and force herself to calm down.

She closed her eyes, reactivated the magic circuits, and sensed the flow of magic around her.

Quirrell's magical energy fluctuations are rapidly receding, while Hagrid's life signs...

She suddenly opened her eyes and ran to the right front.

After finally managing to get through a thicket of bushes, she finally saw... Hagrid lying on the ground.

The enormous body was curled up, still tightly clutching the package in its arms.

By the moonlight, Vera glanced around and quickly noticed a gruesome wound on his calf, blood silently staining his trouser leg.

She almost instinctively wanted to rush over.

But after taking just two steps forward, he abruptly stopped.

No, I can't let Hagrid find out that I can walk now.

Hagrid knows, which is essentially the same as Dumbledore knowing, but right now... she doesn't want to reveal this trump card.

What's more, Voldemort is lurking in the shadows, waiting for his chance.

Vera squinted and saw that the package in Hagrid's arms was intact; she could even see Hermella's little head burrowing around inside.

Why doesn't Voldemort continue his attack when he hasn't succeeded yet?

Was it fear of being discovered by patrolling centaurs while in the Forbidden Forest, or...?

He wants to go fishing?

When the idea first came to her, Vera almost laughed, wondering if she was overestimating herself.

But soon, as she watched Hagrid gradually recover and try to sit up, her gaze grew colder.

No, given Voldemort's personality and current state, he would most likely still harbor resentment towards the guy who took advantage of his position to ambush him.

If he believed this person was Dumbledore's mole and wanted to use Hagrid to lure him out, that would be quite reasonable.

Unfortunately, at least for now, she is not one of Dumbledore's people.

People would be more likely to call her Harley Quinn.

Vera quickly calmed down and hid behind a large tree to observe Hagrid's situation.

Although Hagrid was injured, it did not appear to be fatal. He had struggled to sit up and looked down to check on Hemera in his arms.

"Little guy, are you alright?" Hagrid's voice was full of worry.

Hermella poked her head out of the bundle and let out a soft whimper, as if in response to him.

Hagrid breathed a sigh of relief, then looked down at the wound on his leg: "Ouch... damn it..."

Vera saw Hagrid try to stand up, but the pain from his wounds made him fall heavily back down.

Her heart tightened, and she instinctively gripped her wand tighter.

Just then, a chilling surge of magical energy suddenly erupted from the nearby shadows, and a beam of red light shot straight toward Hagrid—

"Protect yourself!" Vera almost instinctively waved her wand, and an invisible barrier instantly unfolded in front of Hagrid, reflecting the stun spell back at him.

A muffled groan came from the darkness, followed by the sound of a tree branch snapping.

Hagrid stared wide-eyed, looking around blankly: "Who...who's there?"

Vera did not answer; all her attention was focused in that direction—Quirk's magical fluctuations suddenly became erratic, but Voldemort's aura grew stronger.

It was clear that Quirrell had been hit by the rebounding Stunning Curse, and Voldemort was now taking over his body.

She held her breath silently, her fingers gripping the wand tightly.

Her magical circuits told her that Voldemort seemed to be casting some kind of detection magic through Quirrell's body, the waves of magical energy spreading outwards as he tried to pinpoint her location.

Her heart was pounding uncontrollably, and she slowly took a step back, trying to completely hide herself in the shadows of the trees.

Just then, the sound of horses' hooves came from afar—it was the horsemen!

Voldemort's magical fluctuations suddenly subsided, and Quirrell's presence quickly faded away, disappearing into the depths of the Forbidden Forest.

Vera breathed a sigh of relief, but remained hidden in the shadows, watching the centaurs rush to Hagrid's side and begin treating his wounds.

Once she was sure Hagrid was completely safe, she quietly turned around and went back the way she came.

Knox reappeared at her feet and meowed softly.

"Where did you go just now?" Vera asked in a low voice, bending down to pick it up.

Knox didn't answer, but just nuzzled her chin with his head.

Never mind, as long as nothing's wrong.

She thought of the injured Hagrid and the helpless Hermella in his arms, and silently hugged the cat in her arms tighter.

Back at the castle, Vera climbed back into her bedroom through the window and, seeing that Harley and Hermione were still fast asleep, carefully returned to her bed.

I carefully took off my outer robe and lay back on the bed, only to find that my hands were still trembling slightly.

Unlike the last encounter, this time she barely had a chance to face Voldemort, and they only exchanged one spell.

But the constant tracking and assessment, and the ever-present worry about Hagrid and Hemera, created a level of tension that was completely different from before.

She hadn't even figured out how to handle the situation in front of Hagrid if the centaurs didn't arrive and she was discovered by Voldemort.

Perhaps under those circumstances, she could have found a way to fight and retreat at the same time, but... the uncertainty in between was just too great.

Thankfully, the night ended without any real danger.

She closed her eyes, sensing the feedback coming from her magic circuits—Hagrid had been escorted back to the hut by the centaurs, and Hemera was safe and sound.

But Voldemort has his sights set on the dragon, and tonight's defeat will only drive him even crazier.

Vera took a deep breath and decided to transfer Hemera into the magic scroll first thing tomorrow morning.

We can't take any more risks.

The next morning, when Harley and Hermione woke up, they found Vera already dressed and tidying something up.

“Good morning… Vera, you’re up early,” Harley said, rubbing her eyes.

Vera turned her head to look at her: "Good morning, did you sleep well?"

Hermione sat up and looked at her suspiciously: "Your complexion... is worse than yesterday?"

“It was just a nightmare,” Vera said casually, turning her wheelchair toward the door. “I want to go find Hagrid now.”

Harley, who had been half-asleep, immediately woke up: "What happened?"

“No, everything is fine,” Vera said without turning her head. “I just want to see Hermella.”

Harley jumped out of bed in a panic, barefoot, and tried to stop her, "Wait, let's do it together—"

"No need, I'm just going to take a look, I'll be right back." Vera said, then slammed the door shut.

Harley, who hadn't even had time to put on her slippers, stood there dumbfounded for a while before turning to Hermione, who was equally bewildered: "How terrifying must her nightmare have been?"

Vera, who is usually so gentle and never says a harsh word even when she's angry, was so frightened that she slammed the door.

Hermione looked equally confused: "I don't know... but it's definitely not going to be anything good."

Vera's premonition was incredibly accurate.

The two stood facing each other for a few seconds, then tacitly changed their clothes and washed up before hurriedly chasing after each other.

Chapter 124 Hermella's Abilities

When Hagrid and Hagrid arrived at Hagrid's hut, they found a large hole in the window, and Hagrid was clumsily trying to repair it with a wooden board, his face bearing several small scratches.

"Hagrid!" Harley ran up in surprise. "What happened?"

Hagrid turned around, his face pale. "Oh, Harley, Hermione... it's nothing serious, just a little accident."

Hermione noticed the bandage on his leg: "Are you injured?"

Hagrid tugged at his trouser leg awkwardly: "It was just a scratch from a branch, nothing serious... By the way, Vera's inside."

The two exchanged a glance and immediately pushed open the door to enter the small house.

Inside the room, Vera was sitting in a wheelchair, holding Hermella in her hands.

The little dragon looked a bit bigger than yesterday, its scales were smoother, and it was affectionately rubbing against Vera's fingers.

Hearing the noise, she looked up and said, "You've come too."

Harley hurried to her side, her eyes filled with worry: "Vera, what happened? You look strange."

Hermione came over and, noticing Vera's strange expression, immediately realized something. She lowered her voice and asked, "What happened to Hagrid's injury? And how did the window break?"

Vera gently stroked Hemera's back and said calmly, "Someone tried to steal Hemera last night."