The wheelchair-bound warrior is speedrunning Hogwarts.

Vera obediently took the glass of water and took a sip. She was indeed hungry, and her body always needed nutrition to recover.

Last night, she used Fiendfyre to destroy this part of Voldemort's soul...

Horcruxes don't have a main soul or a secondary soul; they all belong to the same person's soul. The only difference is whether they have the ability to act independently.

Now that the first soul has been completely destroyed, the next thing to happen is next year's diary.

Hmm... thinking about that is a bit too far ahead. What she needs to know now is what Dumbledore and Harry talked about, and... how much he actually knows about what happened last night.

Just as she was taking small bites of her sandwich, the ward door was pushed open again, and Harley and Hermione walked in.

Both of them looked much better, and Harley even had a relieved and bright glow on her face.

"Vera! You're finally awake!" Harley practically pounced on the bedside, her green eyes sparkling. "How are you feeling?"

"It's nothing." Vera smiled and shook her head, her gaze shifting between the two women. "Was the principal looking for you earlier?"

“Yes!” Hermione nodded, pulled up a chair and sat down, her tone filled with barely suppressed excitement and lingering fear. “Professor Dumbledore told us everything—about the Philosopher’s Stone, about Nicolas Flamel, and…”

She paused, looked at Harley, and gestured for her to speak.

Harley's eyes dimmed for a moment, but quickly returned to normal: "Dumbledore said that Voldemort couldn't touch me because of my mother."

My mother died because she loved me; that ancient protective magic remains in my blood… For beings like Voldemort who rely on evil means to prolong their lives, this kind of love is a deadly poison.”

She tried to speak calmly, but her voice still trembled slightly.

After years of living under someone else's roof, being protected again by one's long-deceased mother when facing a destined enemy is a feeling that would be difficult for anyone to truly resolve.

Vera looked at her trembling eyelashes and took Harry's hand in hers: "Aunt Lily loves you very much, Harry, and this love will always protect you."

Hermione reached out and covered their clasped hands.

Harley nodded vigorously, sniffed, and forced a smile: "I know! The professor also said that the Philosopher's Stone has been destroyed."

"Destroyed?" Vera showed a perfectly timed hint of surprise.

Although she already knew this would be the outcome.

“Yes,” Hermione explained, with a hint of regret in her voice, “the Nicolas Flamels also felt that they had lived long enough and it was time… for them to leave this world naturally.”

A moment of silence fell over the ward. A legend that had lasted for hundreds of years had come to an end with a calm yet resolute air.

Vera had no interest in immortality. On the contrary, she felt that using the magic stone simply to extend one's lifespan would prevent one from doing many things, and such longevity would be meaningless.

“And… what about Quirrell?” she asked softly.

Harley pursed her lips, her tone somewhat complicated: "He was sent to St. Mungo's. Dumbledore said that even if he survives, his mind will be completely destroyed."

Vera lowered her eyes, her fingertips unconsciously twisting the bed sheet.

She didn't have much sympathy for Quirrell. A person who willingly allowed himself to be corrupted by darkness and even tried to use the Imperius Curse on underage students deserved his fate.

But the thought that he was ultimately just a pitiful puppet who was used and abandoned made him feel somewhat complicated.

“I remember, the school year-end banquet is coming up soon.” Vera changed the subject again, trying to break the slightly heavy atmosphere.

"Tonight!" Harley's attention was immediately diverted, and her tone became cheerful again. "And this time, we have a very good chance of winning the Academy Cup!"

Seeing her overjoyed expression, Vera couldn't help but smile too.

Being able to temporarily dispel the shadow cast by Voldemort and bring glory to the academy is indeed a joyous occasion for an eleven-year-old girl.

"Shouldn't we get ready?" Vera smiled as she looked out the window at the setting sun.

Mrs. Pomfrey entered at the opportune moment and performed another brief examination on Vera.

Although she kept nagging that "overdrawing magic is no small matter," she eventually reluctantly agreed to let Harley and Hermione leave the hospital to attend the dinner party after their joint request.

As the last rays of the setting sun bathed Hogwarts Castle in a golden-red hue, the Great Hall was already bustling with activity.

Four long tables were laden with glittering gold platters and goblets, the velvet ceiling reflecting the magnificent sunset outside the windows, and the air filled with the enticing aroma of food.

Of course, the most eye-catching feature is the huge college scoreboard behind the faculty seating area.

Without the significant point deductions suffered by Harley and the others in the original story, Ruby is now far ahead in Gryffindor's scoring hourglass.

Therefore, from the very beginning, the auditorium was filled with the bright red and golden Lions House emblem.

Even without Dumbledore's bonus, Gryffindor would have already secured victory.

Vera was wheeled into the Great Hall and saw several people at the Gryffindor table greeting her.

“You haven’t shown up all day. They all know now that you spent the whole day in the school hospital because of health reasons.”

Hermione pushed her from behind, and whispered an explanation in her ear.

Harley looked at the people around her and whispered, "Actually, everyone cares about you, Vera. Don't be too nervous."

Does she seem like someone who gets nervous easily?

What kind of image does Harley really have of her...?

Vera smiled helplessly and nodded to the classmates who greeted her.

Ron and Neville also joined in, chattering about what delicious food they would have that night, and the exciting news that Slytherin's seven-year streak of winning the House Cup was about to be broken.

The banquet officially began in a warm and cheerful atmosphere. Professor Dumbledore stood up, and the hall fell silent instantly, all eyes fixed on him.

"Another year has passed!" Dumbledore's voice boomed, with a kind smile. "Before we enjoy these delicacies, I must trouble you to listen to an old man's cliché."

The noise in the auditorium gradually subsided, and everyone looked at him.

Dumbledore paused, his gaze sweeping across the four house tables: "Now, we must first proceed with the House Cup awards ceremony. The specific scores for each house are as follows:"

Fourth place: Hufflepuff, 352 points; Third place: Ravenclaw, 426 points; Second place: Slytherin, 476 points; First place: Gryffindor, 492 points!

The Gryffindor table erupted in thunderous cheers and applause, the lions pounded on the table, and the red flags waved even more enthusiastically.

Ron and Neville high-fived excitedly, while Harley and Hermione exchanged smiles, their faces beaming with excitement and pride.

Even Vera was infected by the joyful atmosphere, and her eyes crinkled into a smile.

Without the experience of losing 150 points at once as depicted in the original story, and given that he had consistently earned a considerable number of points in class, it was only natural that Gryffindor came in first place.

“Yes, well done, Gryffindor,” Dumbledore said with a smile. After the cheers subsided a bit, he continued, “However, a few recent events must also be taken into account, and I still have some final points to allocate.”

The Great Hall fell silent once more. The defeated Slytherins sat up straight, a faint glimmer of hope rekindling in their eyes.

“First,” Dumbledore continued, “for Hermione Granger…for her calm and logical reasoning in the face of fire, demonstrating remarkable intelligence and precise application of knowledge, I award Gryffindor fifty points.”

Hermione buried her face in the cup, but everyone could see her bright red ears and the barely suppressed joy in her eyes.

Vera patted her back reassuringly, and just as she was about to put her hand on the back of hers, Hermione grabbed it tightly.

She hesitated for a moment, then didn't break free.

“The second item,” Dumbledore’s voice brought the Great Hall back to silence, “is awarded to Miss Vera Black.”

A murmur of curiosity rippled through the auditorium.

Many people know that Black, who was physically disabled but exceptionally intelligent and quiet, was one of Potter's closest friends.

Dumbledore continued, "For this, I award Gryffindor fifty points for her remarkable resilience and selfless protection in helping her friends overcome the final hurdle!"

After a moment of silence, even more enthusiastic cheers and applause erupted!

Vera could feel countless gazes focused on her, some in amazement, some in admiration, and some in curiosity.

She lowered her eyes slightly, and the fingers that Hermione was holding unconsciously curled up a little.

Harley immediately turned around and hugged Vera tightly, whispering excitedly in her ear, "Did you hear that, Vera? Fifty points! You deserved it!"

Hermione nodded vigorously beside her, her eyes even a little moist.

Dumbledore waited for the applause to subside before continuing, "The third item is for Miss Harley Potter, for whom I award Gryffindor sixty points for her fearless courage and extraordinary bravery."

The cheers nearly lifted the roof off the auditorium.

The golden stars and ribbons fell down, and Gryffindor's scores had far surpassed those of the other houses.

Harley felt her face burning; the admiring and praiseful gazes around her made her both proud and embarrassed.

She glanced instinctively at Vera beside her, her eyes reflecting a bright light.

The two looked at each other for a moment, then turned their heads away, both inevitably breaking into smiles.

As Dumbledore announced the end of the game, gems poured down like a waterfall from Gryffindor's hourglass, and the final score settled at an astonishing number—652 points!

A deafening roar erupted in the Great Hall, and the Gryffindor table was nearly overturned by the excited students.

Red and gold flags fluttered in the sky, and the sounds of singing, laughter, and clattering of cups and plates filled the air.

Harley's face was flushed as she gripped Vera and Hermione's hands tightly, cheering excitedly.

Feeling the warmth from her palms and the overwhelming enthusiasm and kindness around her, Vera blinked, feeling an unprecedented warmth enveloping her.

She turned her head slightly and saw Hermione wiping the corner of her eye with her sleeve.

Harley's emerald green eyes shone brilliantly in the candlelight, staring intently at him, filled with pure, undisguised joy.

As if infected by her emotions, Vera also relaxed and smiled genuinely, which was rare for her.

She wasn't thinking about anything right now; she was simply enjoying the moment.

The banquet continued in a very cheerful atmosphere.

The food in front of them was more plentiful and delicious than ever before, and the Gryffindor students were the absolute stars, with students from other houses constantly crossing the table to offer their congratulations.

Besides Slytherin, Vera had seen Malfoy's dark face several times, but she didn't care and continued talking to Hermione.

It wasn't until the dinner was nearing its end that Dumbledore rose again to announce the holiday and some important information before everyone began to leave the Great Hall.

On the way back to the tower, the Gryffindor procession was long and impressive, filled with singing and laughter.

Harley and Hermione pushed Vera, slowly making their way towards the Gryffindor Tower with the flow of people.

"We really won! That's amazing!" Harley's voice was a little hoarse with excitement. "We are the champions!"

Hermione was happy too, but she was clearly more concerned about something else: "Don't forget to pack your bags, and... the exam results come out tomorrow..."

"Hermione!" Harley couldn't help but waile, clutching her head. "This is a time for celebration, don't bring this up!"

Vera sat quietly in her wheelchair watching them, the summer evening breeze brushing against her cheeks, bringing a delightful warmth.

Back in the common room, there was another lively atmosphere until curfew. Everyone reluctantly said goodnight to each other and returned to their dormitories one after another.

Harley and Hermione waited for Vera to finish washing up, then helped her to bed, followed by the usual massage.

Harley's fingers gently pressed against Vera's calves, feeling the coolness of the skin beneath her palms and the gradually relaxing texture.

The bright moonlight outside the window cast their long, intertwined shadows on the wall.

"Today is the last day of this semester." Harley's voice was soft, with a hint of wistfulness. "It feels like so much has happened these past few days... like so much time has passed."

Vera lay on the bed, letting her massage her, and whispered, "Yes, but it's over after all."

Quirrell was in a vegetative state even if he didn't die; Voldemort's first fragment of his soul was destroyed by her; the unicorn survived; and Hemera stayed by her side.

everything is fine.

Harley was silent for a moment, but couldn't help calling her softly, "Vera?"

"Hmm?" Vera didn't open her eyes, but just made a lazy sound from her nose.

“You’ll write to me during summer vacation, right? Every three days… no, at least once a week!” Harley’s voice carried an eagerness and dependence that she herself didn’t realize.

Vera finally opened her eyes, a faint smile in her dark pupils: "As long as Hedwig doesn't find it tiring, one letter a day is fine."

Harley's face flushed slightly, but her heart was filled with warmth: "Then it's a deal!"

Her movements became increasingly gentle, and in her touch, Vera's legs remained slender, showing no significant improvement compared to when school had just started.

But for some reason, Harley felt they were...more powerful than before? Maybe it was just her imagination.

After the massage of her calves was finished, she heard Hermione, who had just come out of the bathroom, standing behind her: "Harley, go wash up, I'll take care of Vera."

She nodded, quickly pulled down the legs of Vera's pajama bottoms, and then turned and went into the bathroom.

Vera was already feeling drowsy at that point.

She felt the fabric around her waist being gently lifted, but she didn't pay any attention.

She was already used to their touch, and after two months apart, she was even a little worried that she might experience withdrawal symptoms.

"Vera." Hermione's warm, slightly damp hand gently pressed against her lower back, kneading the taut muscles with just the right amount of pressure.

"Hmm?" Vera sighed comfortably, burying her face deeper into the soft pillow, responding only with a nasal tone.