The wheelchair-bound warrior is speedrunning Hogwarts.

The Room of Requirement has been updated to include a dummy that can automatically deflect ordinary spells, as Vera requested.

Vera stood in the center of the room, took a deep breath, and activated the power that Hermera had given her.

In an instant, an almost invisible layer of pale black luster appeared on the surface of her skin, arranged as finely as dragon scales.

"Tear it apart!" She waved her wand at the dummy, then quickly turned around, letting the spell bounce back and hit herself.

The spell struck her back, but only caused a faint ripple before disappearing without a trace.

She subconsciously touched her back; it hurt a little, but it was still within her tolerance.

She then cast several spells on herself in succession—a petrification spell, a binding spell, and even a minor dark magic spell—all of which were blocked by the hardening ability of her scales.

Only more powerful spells can penetrate defenses and cause some damage.

Judging from this, once Hermera grows up to adulthood, her defensive capabilities will also be upgraded to the level of an adult dragon.

With the added mobility of Cerberus, it would be perfectly capable of hand-to-hand combat.

Satisfied, she put away her wand and prepared to leave the House of Requirement.

After that day, she promised Harley that she would go back a little earlier.

There's no way to say no to those green eyes staring at you so intently.

As soon as Vera opened the door, she saw Knox crouching in the hallway, his amber eyes gleaming in the dim light.

"Meow." It meowed softly, its tail tip swaying.

"Knox? What are you doing here?" Vera bent down and picked it up. "Were you waiting for me?"

The cat nuzzled her chin and nestled affectionately in her arms.

She's being so clingy again now.

Vera chuckled, scratched its belly, and used a levitation spell to propel the wheelchair forward while gently asking, "Want to go see Hemera tonight? It misses you terribly."

Knox stretched in her arms, his tail lightly brushing against her wrist, a gesture of tacit approval.

Vera chuckled and ruffled its hair: "Then it's settled."

Chapter 126 You said you had your eye on someone, but who else could you possibly be targeting?

Continue along the corridor until you reach the vicinity of the Gryffindor Tower.

While Vera was still playing with the cat, Knox sat up first, his ears perked up alertly, and he purred warily.

"What's wrong?" Vera immediately stopped her wheelchair and became alert.

Soon, she heard light footsteps coming from the end of the corridor not far away. She immediately held her breath and gripped her wand tightly in her robe.

As the footsteps drew closer, a familiar figure appeared around the corner—it was Quirrell.

He looked more haggard than usual, with a purple headscarf hanging askew on his shoulder, and his complexion didn't look too good.

Vera quickly adjusted her expression, pretending to be nonchalant: "Good evening, Professor Quirrell."

Quirrell nodded, stammering, "Good evening, Miss Black. It's so late, why are you still out?"

“I just came back from the library,” Vera lied calmly, her fingers gently stroking Knox’s fur.

Quirrell's gaze darted between Vera and Knox for a moment before finally settling on the cat in her arms: "This...this cat is..."

Vera hugged Knox tighter without making a sound: "He's my pet, his name is Knox."

“A very, very beautiful cat…” Quirrell forced a smile and praised.

Vera's heart tightened involuntarily.

On that night in the Forbidden Forest, Quirrell or Voldemort... probably didn't find Knox, right?

When she entered the Forbidden Forest, she deliberately did not bring Knox with her.

Moreover, even when Knox suddenly appeared when they left, she was always watching Quirrell's movements, so they couldn't possibly have noticed him.

So... appearing near the Gryffindor Tower so late at night, it's obvious they came specifically to ambush her.

If it wasn't for Knox, then it could only be for her.

Vera had a rough idea of ​​his purpose, and feeling more confident, she spoke calmly, "Thank you for the compliment. Professor, are you still out so late?"

Quirrell's gaze flickered. "I... I just came out for a walk..."

His voice grew softer and softer until it was almost a soliloquy.

Vera nodded. "Then please get some rest. Good night, Professor."

As she spoke, she pushed her wheelchair to leave, but then Quirrell suddenly called out behind her, "Miss Black!"

Vera stopped her wheelchair and turned to look at him: "Is there anything else, Professor?"

Quirrell stood still, looking into her eyes, his voice carrying a strange tone: "Regulus Black... is, is he your father?"

Vera's heart skipped a beat, and her expression became a little more serious than before: "Yes, Professor. You know my father?"

Quirrell's eyes flickered, and his voice became even more stammering: "I've...I've met you once or twice."

Vera didn't reply, she just looked at him quietly.

The air in the corridor seemed to freeze, with only the flames of the wall lamps flickering slightly, casting swaying shadows.

Quirrell seemed a little uneasy under her gaze and stammered, "He...he's a...excellent wizard."

Vera's fingertips gently stroked Knox's back, causing the cat's fur to stand on end slightly, and its amber eyes to be fixed on Quirrell.

"Thank you for your feedback, Professor," she finally said calmly. "If there's nothing else, I'll head back now."

Quirrell nodded, took a step back, and seemed eager to end the conversation: "Of course... Goodnight, Miss Black."

Vera pushed her wheelchair away, and only after turning the corner and confirming that Quirrell could no longer see her did she breathe a sigh of relief, her fingers trembling slightly.

It wasn't because I was afraid, but I was a little nervous about facing the big boss alone all by myself.

Knox looked up at her and meowed softly, as if asking a question.

“I’m fine,” Vera shook her head and gently reassured it.

Regulus Black—her biological father and a follower of Voldemort—recognized Voldemort's true nature at the end of his life, chose to betray the Dark Lord, and secretly stole the Horcrux and attempted to destroy it.

However, from Voldemort's perspective, Regulus did not betray him, but died while serving him.

Why did Quirrell suddenly bring him up?

During his lifetime, Regulus was just a fresh recruit even within Voldemort's Death Eater group. Even as Black, due to his age and lack of experience, he was merely a peripheral figure...

Vera's fingers tightened unconsciously, and Knox meowed in displeasure, bringing her back to her senses. She quickly let go.

"I'm sorry..." she soothed the cat softly, pushing her wheelchair quickly toward the Gryffindor Tower, her mind racing.

Why did Voldemort suddenly mention Regulus? Did he discover evidence that Regulus had betrayed him?

No, it's impossible.

If Voldemort knew that Regulus had stolen the Horcruxes, he would have been furious.

Those are Horcruxes; for Voldemort, nothing is more important than his Horcruxes.

So, the sudden mention of Regulus is likely just because of her kinship with him.

The main focus is still on her.

If we consider Voldemort's recent repeated setbacks, it's not hard to understand.

Quirrell lacked the necessary skills and couldn't obtain the necessary life-sustaining supplements, so he had no choice but to seek outside help.

Given this premise, choosing to utilize Vera Black as a student seems to be the best option on the surface.

Snape's current stance is still uncertain, and several students are indeed descendants of his trusted Death Eaters, such as Malfoy.

However, the Malfoys, who were able to escape after the war, certainly wouldn't be among Voldemort's choices.

But the surname Blake is different; it means the child of his "most loyal" follower.

Moreover, the Black family has indeed produced quite a few Death Eaters, not only Regulus, but also his confidante Bella, who was a daughter of the Black family who married out of the family.

Of course, the more important and decisive factor was that Vera and Harley Hagrid were very close.

He wanted to get the dragon, but after several failed attempts to seize it by force, he had to resort to strategy. If he could control Vera, he could trick Hagrid into giving him the dragon.

Sigh, what can you do when she's the child of a Death Eater?

She wasn't surprised that the disgraced Dark Lord had set his sights on her.

Unfortunately… Vera raised an eyebrow. Even Voldemort could make a mistake, and she was no pushover.

If Voldemort dares to make a move on her, she'll show him what it means to have bitten off more than he can chew.

When they returned to the common room, Harry and Hermione were already back. Harry was lying on the bed flipping through a Quidditch magazine, while Hermione was writing furiously at her desk.

"You're back!" Harley jumped out of bed as soon as she saw her. "Why are you later than usual?"

Vera shrugged, picked up Knox, and started shifting the blame: "I played outside with it a little longer... Let's go see Hermella."

The cat meowed at her in dissatisfaction, then Vera pressed its head down.

They've already gone out of their way to pick her up, so it's not a big deal if they occasionally take the blame, right?

……

For the next few days, Vera tried to avoid going out alone, lest Quirrell come knocking on her door and nag her endlessly.

She finds it annoying.

However… Quirrell seems to be overdoing it lately.

"Miss Blake answered correctly, add 5 points!"

This was the third time Quirrell's slightly shrill voice had rang out in Defense Against the Dark Arts class today.

Vera sat there speechlessly, she could even feel the intense gazes from the lion cubs around her.

There's no way around it; anyone who can stand the smell of garlic on Quirrell and concentrate on attending class is practically a superhuman.

Not to mention that he was called on to answer questions in his class several times in a row, and he answered them correctly every time, even receiving bonus points.

But this wasn't something Vera wanted!

Quirrell would always call on her by name, and he would ask her simple questions with answers that were clearly written in the textbook.

This is no longer a hint, but a blatant gesture of goodwill.

Vera sighed, lowered her head and pretended to take notes, avoiding Quirrell's seemingly indifferent gaze.

As soon as the bell rang, she quickly packed her things, pushed her wheelchair, and prepared to leave.

“Miss Black!” Quirrell’s voice came from behind. “Could I… could I trouble you for a moment?”

Vera took a deep breath and turned to face him: "Is there something you need, Professor?"

Quirrell rubbed his hands together and stammered, "With finals approaching, considering your special circumstances, I... I wanted to ask if you need any extra tutoring?"

Vera raised an eyebrow slightly; that was a really lame excuse.

She calmly replied, "Thank you for your kindness, Professor, but I think I can keep up with the course."

Fine beads of sweat appeared on Quirrell's forehead, and his purple headscarf seemed even more askew: "B-but..."

Vera politely interrupted him: "I'm sorry, Professor, I have class later and I'm afraid I won't have time to stay here any longer."

Quirrell's expression stiffened for a moment, then he forced a smile: "Of course... studying is important... then, then another day?"

"Let's talk about it another day," Vera mumbled, and quickly wheeled herself away from the classroom.

Harley and Hermione were waiting for her outside the door, and when she came out, they immediately went to greet her.

"What does Quirrell want with you?" Harley asked warily, her green eyes fixed on the classroom with hostility. "I've noticed he's been staring at you a lot lately."

She shook her head, looking quite nonchalant: "He was just asking if I needed tutoring."

Hermione thought she'd heard the biggest joke in the world: "He actually thinks Vera, you need tutoring?"

In this respect, Harley's intuition was sharper; she even instinctively grabbed Vera's hand, saying, "Don't go."

Vera nodded slightly: "Don't worry, of course I won't go."

The three walked down the corridor to the next classroom. Harley was still muttering indignantly, "He's definitely up to something, I bet!"

Vera didn't say anything, but Hermione nudged Harry with her elbow to stop her from talking.