The wheelchair-bound warrior is speedrunning Hogwarts.

That's why the little guy who always feels like running away at the mere mention of the library suddenly brought up going there...

It's just that she hadn't fully recovered at the time and didn't realize something was wrong.

In short, at this point, Harley should also be preparing to break through Fluffy and go find Voldemort.

Little did she know that this was also the last test Dumbledore had set for her this year—to stop Voldemort and obtain the Philosopher's Stone.

Her temples were still throbbing, and her heartbeat was exceptionally clear in the quiet dormitory.

Due to lack of rest, her thinking is still a bit sluggish, which will probably affect her actions later, but there's no other way.

Vera exhaled, quickly and silently changed into clothes that allowed her to move around easily, and sat in her wheelchair.

Knox crouched by the bed, his amber eyes fixed on her every move in the darkness, his tail tip swaying gently.

“Knox,” Vera whispered, her voice trembling with barely perceptible tension, “this time it’s going to be a little dangerous. You stay here and don’t go anywhere tonight, understand?”

The cat tilted its head and meowed softly in response.

She donned an invisibility cloak and silently glided out of the dormitory, her wheelchair moving forward almost silently and rapidly under her precise control.

It was close to curfew time, and the corridor was deserted. The torches on the walls crackled and cast flickering shadows.

Just then, a strong wave of dizziness struck again, accompanied by the heavy breathing of Lou Williams, who finally succumbed to sleep, coming through the mental link.

Vera's wheelchair paused, and she rubbed her forehead, feeling a headache coming on, as the scene before her eyes swayed slightly.

Voldemort has successfully broken in...

Harley and the others should be here soon too.

Vera pursed her lips, suppressing her mental discomfort, and urged her wheelchair forward at an even faster speed toward the fourth-floor restricted area.

She had to get there before Harley, or at least... make sure she could intervene in time.

The corridor leading to the restricted area on the fourth floor was silent. The door at the end of the corridor was ajar, leaving a crack through which faint light and the lingering sound of a harp could be heard.

Vera did not hesitate at all and pushed the door open to enter.

Lou Williams' massive body was lying down, his three heads resting on his huge paws, snoring loudly, clearly fast asleep.

Beside it, a harp was still diligently playing music.

She stepped forward and lingered for a moment on Louie's sleeping, massive body, her fingertips lightly touching its soft nose, conveying a sense of comfort.

Beside Lou Williams, the trapdoor was open, revealing the dark passage below.

She held her breath and listened intently—from deep below, she could faintly hear rustling sounds, like the rustling of plants.

Having already guessed what was below, Vera glanced back at the sleeping Lu Wei, then leaped lightly into the air, her mimic legs silently taking shape the instant she landed.

Of course, I also brought a wheelchair.

The descent was brief and rapid. Vera adjusted her center of gravity; the Source Reshaping had enhanced her sense of balance, allowing her to land as lightly as a cat on the soft, slightly slippery plants below.

Almost the instant she landed, the surrounding vines, like sharks smelling blood, immediately began to wriggle and coil around her body.

The Devil's Web, a plant that Professor Sprout discussed in his herbalism class this year, is considered a very basic piece of knowledge.

Vera relaxed almost completely, letting the vines entwine her, but seeing that her wheelchair had already been lowered down, she could only whisper, "Flashing light!"

In an instant, a bright light burst forth from the tip of the wand.

The devil's web twisted and twitched, automatically releasing the tendrils wrapped around her, and Vera landed lightly on the ground.

Upon landing, a narrow stone corridor stretched out before me. The air was damp, filled with the scent of earth and plants. The only source of light came from the flickering firelight in the room at the end of the corridor.

Vera picked up the wheelchair that had fallen to the ground and guided it to follow behind her.

When she gets back, she can try to modify the wheelchair with a smart tracking function so that she can perform anywhere, big or small.

Before long, they arrived at the end of the corridor, where a brightly lit room stood before them, its towering dome covered with hundreds of winged keys.

The door at the other end of the room was tightly closed, clearly indicating that the challenger needed to find the correct key.

But Vera's attention was not on the flying keys.

She sensed a faint, familiar magical fluctuation lingering in the air.

It wasn't magic inherent to the room itself, but rather a trace left by someone who had just passed by, carrying a chilling aftertaste.

Clearly, this challenge posed no difficulty whatsoever for Voldemort.

Vera didn't have time to play the key-finding game, mainly because... she wasn't good at riding a broom.

She squinted, instantly amplifying her vision to the extreme.

Amidst countless fluttering wings and flashes of metal, she swiftly and precisely locked onto the key in mid-air, which was skillfully dodging attacks—

Its wings were indeed somewhat damaged, and its flight path was a little sluggish.

"The key is here!" She waved her wand, and magic precisely enveloped the specific key.

The key, which was frantically fleeing through the air, suddenly froze, as if it had been grabbed by an invisible hand.

It struggled for a moment, then reluctantly flew backwards towards Vera, landing with a "smack" in her waiting palm.

Vera immediately inserted the key into the lock, gave it a gentle turn, and with a click, the lock opened.

She suddenly heard faint voices coming from the next room, so she immediately pulled her wheelchair over, sat down, and slowly closed the door to shut out the buzzing sound of the keys flying around.

However, the scene that appeared before her eyes made Vera pause slightly.

In the original work, the first challenge, the Devil's Net, tests the trio's knowledge and adaptability.

The key to the second level targets Harley's Quidditch player traits, testing her observation skills and flying ability.

The third challenge, originally intended as a wizard's chess game for Ron, has now transformed into an even stranger space.

In the center of the room float dozens of constantly changing and flowing magical runes. Like living stars, they slowly rotate, collide, and separate in the air, emitting soft yet complex colors of light.

The walls were covered with ancient magical runes, and the floor was a huge, slowly rotating magic circle that emitted a faint silver glow.

Even the air was filled with powerful magical fluctuations.

"...This can't be right! I guess it might be...Vera?" Harley's voice trailed off the moment she saw her, her emerald eyes filled with shock and tension. "What are you doing here?"

Hermione turned around, her face filled with disbelief: "Vera...how did you get here? We clearly..."

"You sensed something was wrong, but still thought it was for my own good, so you chose not to tell me anything, lulled me to sleep, and then faced the danger alone?"

Vera maneuvered her wheelchair over to them, speaking as calmly as if she were discussing the weather, but her words made their expressions freeze.

Harley glanced cautiously at Hermione, swallowed hard, and then mustered her courage to step forward: "I'm sorry, we just wanted you to get some rest..."

"And then, you two are stuck here?" Vera asked a thought-provoking question.

For a moment, the entire room fell silent.

Chapter 132 Three Heroes Battle One Cloth (10,000 words)

Just as Vera had suspected, it was only after receiving a hint from Ferrenze that Harley realized Voldemort was the man behind Quirrell.

At that point, she had already made up her mind to stop Voldemort's plan to steal the Philosopher's Stone at the end of the school year, when everyone was off guard.

She just hadn't expected that Vera would go to such great lengths to save the unicorn.

So, Harley, who usually wants to run away whenever she hears about going to the library, came up with this lame excuse, but fortunately Hermione understood her subtext.

After taking Vera back to her dormitory to rest, they didn't rush straight to her room on the fourth floor. Instead, they first went to Professor McGonagall for help.

After being informed that Professor Dumbledore had gone to London and that Professor McGonagall was determined to exclude them from the matter, they decided to go up to the fourth floor to see what was going on.

Harley realized they were running out of time when she saw that the once-majestic Cerberus had been hypnotized.

However, what they hadn't expected was that they would be trapped in this strange room, and even Hermione, who was the most knowledgeable, couldn't figure out how to get through it.

Seeing that she couldn't leave anytime soon, and thinking that Voldemort had already passed through the room and might have already obtained the Philosopher's Stone, Harley became extremely anxious.

But at that moment, Vera suddenly appeared.

Harley didn't know how to describe her feelings right now, not just because being alone gave her a better chance of getting through this, but also...

There was also a certain soreness, an indescribable emotion swelling in my chest.

She couldn't even imagine how Vera, sitting in a wheelchair, managed to get through the first few checkpoints.

She only came to find them.

"Vera, I..."

“This isn’t the time to talk about this,” Vera interrupted her, glancing around the room. “This place seems to be causing you a lot of trouble.”

Hermione nodded immediately, speaking rapidly: "It looks like a magic circle, but we can't understand it at all."

Upon hearing this, Vera's gaze fell upon the flowing runes. Through her circuit vision, she could clearly capture the flow of magic contained in each rune.

In her eyes, these runes were not chaotic; they followed a certain rhythm, rising and falling like breathing.

Moreover… the way these runes move seems somewhat similar to the isolated starry sky where she studied ancient magic before?

For a moment, Vera thought she had misread it.

If these things are truly related to ancient magic, then how did Voldemort get through them?

As far as she knew, Voldemort knew almost nothing about ancient magic, either in the original stories or here.

Otherwise, given his personality, how could he not have done some research in this area?

Did the big boss secretly get stronger without our knowledge, or...?

Her fingertips lightly touched the surrounding bricks and stones, and unusually, this time she was unable to connect and communicate with the castle.

Sensing the "refusal to communicate" signal emanating from the castle, Vera was initially taken aback, but then a slight smile appeared on her lips.

Now she knows what happened.

Vera's gaze slowly swept across the entire room, a faint golden light gleaming deep within her dark eyes.

Her brain was working at high speed, and with the help of loop vision, the seemingly chaotic runes gradually revealed clear trajectories and connections in her eyes.

They are no longer isolated points of light, but form a huge and intricate network, where the lighting and extinguishing of each node echoes the other nodes.

“This is a kind of puzzle,” she said softly, her voice tinged with weariness. “These runes are not arranged randomly, but rather simulate some kind of celestial movement pattern.”

Hermione immediately leaned closer, her eyes gleaming with curiosity: "You mean... we'll need to use astronomical knowledge here?"

“It’s similar, not the same.” Vera shook her head and slowly approached the core of the slowly rotating magic circle in the center of the room.

“Look here, the runes at the core are the brightest and have the strongest fluctuations. They can be considered ‘stars’, the reference points for the entire magic circle.”

Her wand gently touched several of the runes that emitted a soft silver light: "These are 'trajectories,' connected to the fixed stars, and their changes in brightness and speed of movement follow a specific cycle."

Harley stared at the dazzling array of runes, feeling even more dizzy: "How are we supposed to get across? Are we supposed to figure out how they work?"

“It doesn’t need to be that complicated.” Vera shook her head, her gaze fixed on several seemingly inconspicuous rune connection points. “Every magic circle has its ‘nodes,’ just like door bolts.”

Find the right node, activate or quell it with the right magic, and you can open a pathway, or... temporarily disable it.

As she spoke, she sensed the subtle pulse of magic within the room, then gently waved her wand a few times, aiming at several seemingly unrelated runes in the center of the magic circle.

As the fine threads of magic flowing from the tip of her wand precisely entered those nodes, the ever-flowing runic light throughout the room suddenly froze!

As if a pause button had been pressed, the operation of all the runes slowed down significantly, and the originally smooth energy connections between them became slightly interrupted and delayed.

Hermione stared in disbelief: "How...how did they do that?"

“Just rely on a little bit of observation skills,” Vera shrugged.

She thought for a moment, then added, "Actually, I can't fully understand it either, but what I'm sure of is that as long as we find the key points according to certain rules, we can make it temporarily give way for us."

Well, for her, the main method was to cheat by using magic circuits to find a few places where magic energy condensed within the array, and that would be the end of it.

She told Hermione and Harley to step back first, and continued waving her wand, pouring magic into it.

As the last few key points were dealt with, the magic circle in the center of the room shone brightly, and all the runes began to spin at an accelerated pace.

Finally, in a blinding white light, a stable, light-paved passage was formed, leading directly to the entrance to the next room.

"Hurry up, this won't last long," Vera whispered a reminder, and took the lead in pushing the wheelchair forward along the silver light path.

Harley and Hermione reacted immediately, flanking Vera on either side, and the three of them quickly rushed through the passage.

The moment they stepped into the next room, the light behind them flickered violently a few times and then suddenly went out.

Vera turned around and, as expected, saw that the magic circle that had been maintaining its power had disappeared, leaving only an empty room with a giant lying inside.

This monster was even larger than the one they had fought last time. It lay motionless on the floor in front of them, unconscious, with a large, bloody lump on its head.