The wheelchair-bound warrior is speedrunning Hogwarts.

The result of his indifference towards Quirrell was that he continued to pay attention to Vera for a whole week.

Another Defense Against the Dark Arts class ended, and Vera had just finished packing her books when Quirrell came over again: "Miss Black..."

Vera sighed inwardly, about to politely decline again, when Harley suddenly appeared from the side and grabbed her arm: "Sorry, Professor, we're in a hurry to get to the library!"

After saying that, he quickly pushed Vera away.

Harley didn't let go of his hand until they turned the corner of the corridor. She said angrily, "I hate the way he looks at you. It gives me the creeps every time I see it."

Amused, Vera patted her hand and said with a smile, "Well, you've saved me, haven't you, Hermione?"

Hermione, who hurriedly caught up, was speechless: "You two run way too fast."

"Hehe." Harley rubbed her head before pushing Vera toward the classroom for the next class.

By the end of the week, they had begun to get used to their back-and-forth relationship with Quirrell.

Of course, it was mainly Quirrell who chased after Vera, while Harley and Hermione were responsible for finding excuses for Vera and rescuing her from dire straits.

But Vera knew very well that Voldemort's patience was about to run out.

In the past few days, she had also observed Quirrell's expression when he was near her. To be honest, Quirrell's condition was worse than she had imagined.

But this is quite normal. In the original story, Voldemort obtained the unicorn's blood and successfully extended his life without much trouble.

But what about here?

First, she scorched him with sunlight, and then he suffered a series of setbacks. Apart from the time with Phoenix Tears, he almost never succeeded.

However, the Phoenix Tears themselves also significantly weaken him.

With all the debuffs amplified, Voldemort, unable to continue his lifeline and with nowhere else to turn, only had Quirrell to rely on.

It could even be said that his continued ability to jump around until now is mostly due to absorbing Quirrell's life force.

The price, of course, is that Quirrell himself becomes increasingly weak. With his circuit vision, Vera can see that his magic source has shrunk by half.

Therefore, it's not surprising that Voldemort, driven to desperation by his unsuccessful attempts to approach her, resorted to force.

Therefore, what she needs to do next is not to continue the passive defense of chasing and fleeing, but to take the initiative and seize the opportunity.

It's better than being set up by Voldemort and stepping into a trap without warning.

“Let’s not talk about that,” Vera said gently. “By the way, Harley, your match against Ravenclaw should be coming up soon, right?”

Harley's face fell: "Don't even mention it. I was scheduled for the week before the final exams. I've been so busy with studying and training all this time."

Vera patted her shoulder gently: "Don't worry, I believe you can handle it."

Harley sighed, "I hope so... Wood has gone completely mad lately, training until dark every day."

“Who isn’t?” Hermione coughed lightly. “These past few days, quite a few people have asked me how they should study.”

It's mainly Ron's mouth. They only have to tutor him a few times, and he'll go around telling everyone. Now Hermione is inexplicably busy too.

“Hmm,” Vera nodded thoughtfully, “So, I’m the only one who will take Hemera to Hagrid’s place this week, right?”

Harley and Hermione both fell silent.

"Then it's settled." Vera smiled, officially giving the order.

She really needs a chance to be alone.

Chapter 127 Even the Dark Lord Gets Standed Up

When Vera opened her eyes on Saturday morning, she was the only one left in the dormitory. Harley and Hermione had their own things to do and had left before dawn.

Summer was approaching, and the sunlight outside the window was just right, shining on her face and casting a warm glow, but it also made her eyes appear unusually calm.

It's still early, let's eat first.

Vera strolled leisurely into the auditorium, greeted a few familiar first-year students, and then sat down alone to enjoy her breakfast at a leisurely pace.

Sunlight streamed through the high window, casting a soft glow on her long, silver-gray hair.

She sipped her pumpkin juice while discreetly observing the teachers' section.

Quirrell looked more haggard than usual today, with a purple headscarf hanging askew on his shoulder and his face so pale it was almost transparent.

He mechanically cut the food on his plate, but barely ate any. His gaze kept drifting towards her. Vera pretended not to notice his gaze and continued eating with her head down.

The chilling magical energy emanating from Quirrell grew increasingly agitated.

Let's see if he'll take the plunge when a golden opportunity presents itself.

She pushed her wheelchair out of the hall, through the bustling crowd, and towards the outside of the castle.

The sunlight felt warm on her skin, but she could feel a cold, piercing gaze following her from behind.

As they walked to Hagrid's hut, Toothpick immediately rushed up to greet them.

Hagrid opened the door, his face beaming with delight: "Vera, you're here! Where are Harley and the others?"

“They have training and review sessions today, so I’m the only one here,” Vera replied with a smile.

Hagrid gave a slightly disappointed "Oh," but quickly perked up again: "Then come in quickly, I just baked some rock crust flatbread!"

Vera pushed her wheelchair into the cabin, which was warm and comfortable, with the flames dancing merrily in the fireplace.

She noticed that tea and refreshments were already laid out on the table; clearly, Hagrid had been looking forward to their arrival.

"How's Hemera doing lately?" Hagrid asked eagerly, his eyes sparkling.

Vera took a magic scroll from the bottom of her wheelchair and gently unfurled it: "It's doing well; it has already learned to fly short distances."

As the scroll unfurled, the scene in the miniature world unfolded before their eyes—Hemora was practicing hunting by the lake, her movements becoming more and more agile with each attempt.

Hagrid excitedly leaned closer to look: "It's grown so much! Look at those wings, so powerful!"

Vera nodded: "Yes, it's adapting very well."

She paused, then said casually, "Why don't you and Ya Ya go in and play with it for a while? I'd like to visit Black Lake today."

Hagrid, unsuspecting, immediately nodded in agreement: "Okay! I just happened to bring it a new toy!"

As he spoke, he turned and took out a doll made of leather and feathers from the cabinet, which looked like the shape of some kind of bird.

“I made this myself,” Hagrid said proudly. “It can be used to practice hunting skills!”

Vera smiled and laid the scroll flat on the table: "Then you can go in. I'll come pick you up later."

“No problem!” Hagrid immediately picked up Tooth, and just as he was about to place his hand on the scroll, he suddenly remembered something, turned his head and stared at her with a serious expression, “Just to the Black Lake? We won’t go anywhere else, right?”

She paused for a moment, then chuckled, "Of course."

It's quite remarkable that Hagrid could still remember his duties at this critical juncture.

Hagrid nodded in relief and, together with Tooth, placed their fingers and claws on the scroll.

With a flash of light, the two figures vanished instantly in the light.

Vera carefully rolled up the scroll and put it back into the hidden compartment at the bottom of the wheelchair.

She looked around the empty little house and let out a soft breath.

The first step of the plan has been completed.

Next, it's just a matter of waiting for the fish to take the bait.

She immediately pushed her wheelchair away from the hut and moved along the path toward Black Lake.

In a place like the Forbidden Forest, it would only arouse suspicion if an ordinary student like her went in; Voldemort wasn't that stupid.

The sun was shining brightly, and a gentle breeze rippled across the lake.

She walked slowly along the lakeside path, her wheelchair making a soft rustling sound as it rolled over the grass. In the distance, the shadows of the forbidden forest swayed in the wind, casting dappled light and shadow.

It was the weekend, and there were quite a few couples sitting or standing by the lake. After passing a few couples, Vera casually turned into a secluded path.

The surroundings gradually quieted down, with only the occasional chirping of birds and the rustling of leaves.

Soon, she sensed a chilling magical energy rapidly approaching.

coming.

Vera continued walking without making a sound, her fingers lightly resting on the armrests of her wheelchair, ready to activate her defenses at any moment.

“Miss Black.” Quirrell’s voice came from behind him, this time without stuttering.

Vera stopped her wheelchair and slowly turned around: "Professor Quirrell? What are you doing here?"

Quirrell stood a few steps away, his purple headscarf gleaming in the sunlight. His face was paler than usual, and fine beads of sweat glistened on his forehead.

“I just happened to be passing by,” he said softly, his eyes fixed on her, “and I saw you here all alone.”

Vera smiled slightly: "I just came out for a walk, Professor. The weather is so nice, it would be a shame to stay in the castle."

Quirrell nodded and took a few steps forward. "Yes...it is indeed a beautiful day..."

Seeing that he wanted to get closer, Vera maneuvered her wheelchair backward, deliberately creating distance between them.

"The professor doesn't look too well," she said softly, her long, silver-gray hair swaying gently in the breeze. "Have you been working too hard lately?"

Quirrell's lips twitched, and an unnatural glint flashed in his eyes: "You care about your teacher, don't you? What a good student."

"Thank you, I have always respected all the professors at the school."

She smiled and corrected the flaw in his words, while subtly adjusting her posture and quietly sliding her right hand toward the wand hidden in the side pocket of her wheelchair. "Thank you very much for taking such good care of me."

Quirrell let out a shrill laugh: “Clever girl… Miss Black, you are a clever young man, just like your father.”

Vera, who was almost a complete stranger to her biological father, was not moved by his words at all, and simply put on a sad expression: "My father died very early, and I have almost no memory of him."

“It’s a pity,” Quirrell’s headscarf trembled slightly, “he could have accomplished so much.”

He paused, seemingly noticing someone approaching, and immediately abandoned any further pleasantries, speaking somewhat urgently:

"Here's what we'll do. Tonight at seven o'clock, in the Defense Against the Dark Arts office, I have something to tell you about your father... I must tell you this privately."

Vera's grip on her wand tightened, her face still showing confusion: "But Professor..."

“This is special tutoring!” Quirrell suddenly raised his voice, then lowered it again. “I have something your father left behind…it’s very important.”

On the lakeside path, a Hufflepuff couple was walking towards them, their laughter interrupting their conversation.

Quirrell's headscarf trembled slightly, and he took a step back.

“I’ll think about it, Miss Blake,” he said quickly, his voice returning to its usual stuttering tone. “Seven, seven o’clock. I’ll be waiting for you in my office.”

After saying that, he turned and left in a hurry, his robes fluttering behind him, and he quickly disappeared behind the bushes.

Vera gazed in the direction he had left, her eyes slightly narrowed, sunlight filtering through the leaves and casting dappled shadows on her face.

There are so many flaws.

Wasn't it said that Voldemort was very good at disguising his words when he was young, and that he fooled all the teachers and students at school except Dumbledore into thinking that he was an excellent student with good character and academic performance?

Or did Keanu Reeves drag down his acting?

Watching that hurried departing figure, Vera chuckled softly, picked up a stone, and gently tossed it into the lake.

Vera turned around and returned the way she came after seeing the stone float on the water several times before sinking to the bottom.

Only a fool would accept an invitation that's clearly a trap.

Vera pushed her wheelchair back to Hagrid's hut, took out a magic scroll, and gently unfurled it. Hagrid and Toothbrush immediately appeared in it, with Hemera happily circling around them.

We had a lot of fun.

Vera smiled and lightly touched the surface of the scroll with her fingertips.

After a slight dizziness, she arrived at the grassland of her habitat.

Hagrid was squatting on the ground, gently stroking Hemera's back with his rough, large hands, and the little dragon purred contentedly.

“Vera!” Hagrid looked up and saw her, a bright smile spreading across his face. “You’ve come at the perfect time! Hermera just caught a rabbit!”

Vera approached with a smile: "It's progressing so quickly."

When Hermella saw her, she immediately dropped her prey and stumbled over, nuzzling affectionately against her leg.

Vera bent down and picked it up. The little dragon found a comfortable spot in her arms and curled up, making soft whimpering sounds.

“It misses you,” Hagrid said with a smile, his eyes full of affection.

Vera gently stroked Hermella's scales: "I miss it too."

She paused for a moment, then said, "Hagrid, it's getting late, we should go back."