The wheelchair-bound warrior is speedrunning Hogwarts.

If this trend continues, perhaps it won't be long before they really become friends.

Leaving my habitat and returning to my bedroom in the Greek villa, I found the sky outside filled with stars.

The sound of the waves came in waves, carrying a soothing rhythm.

Vera felt a sense of fulfillment and peace after being busy.

She spread out a sheet of paper and began writing to Hermione, omitting the details of picking up Rowick and exploring the Acropolis, simply describing the Greek sunshine, sea, and food, and sharing the relaxed mood of her trip.

After finishing her letter to Hermione, she hesitated for a moment before pulling out another sheet of paper.

The pen paused on the paper for a moment before finally writing a few lines:

"Harley, greetings."

The Greek sun was intense, but the sea breeze was gentle. I tried to capture some images of the waves and the sunset with my camera, and I hope to share them with you next time we meet.

I hope you are doing well.

I look forward to your reply, Vera.

She folded the letter, put it in an envelope, and planned to mail it after returning to London.

She knew the letter would most likely never be delivered, but she would still write and send it anyway.

After doing all this, she felt a deep sense of exhaustion wash over her.

After a quick wash, she lay down on the large bed covered with linen sheets and smelled of sunshine, listening to the rhythmic sound of the waves outside the window, and soon fell into a deep sleep.

For the next period of time, Vera lived a routine life that was almost like seclusion.

During the day, accompanied by Kreacher, she would explore nearby settlements or the beach area, experiencing the Mediterranean atmosphere that was different from that in England.

At the same time, we will continue to carefully sense and record any faint traces of magic that may exist in this land.

In the afternoon and at night, she enters her habitat to continue serving as a communication bridge between Hermella and Luwei.

As time went on, the relationship between the two magical creatures steadily improved under her patient guidance.

Ruwei seems to genuinely regard Hemera as a little sister who needs its protection and companionship, and its behavior has become increasingly gentle and cautious.

It would even carefully help Hermella bring back a burnt toy that had accidentally rolled far away, using its nose.

Hemera gradually lowered its guard and began to allow Luwei to lie closer to its den, occasionally pecking curiously at Luwei's thick, blanket-like fur.

On one occasion, Vera even saw Hermella try to sit on one of Lu Wei's dozing heads, using it as a warm, breathing cushion.

Lou Williams simply twitched his ears and continued snoring, acquiescing to the little guy's approach.

Seeing that they were getting along better and better, Vera was finally able to leave them alone in their habitat without worry.

The holiday was still long, and her travel permit was about to expire.

It's time to return to London.

On her last night before leaving, Vera sat alone on the terrace facing the sea, gazing at the Aegean Sea under the moonlight.

The deep blue sea was sprinkled with silver light, sparkling and beautiful beyond compare.

Kreacher stood quietly a short distance behind her, not disturbing her thoughts.

Vera toyed with a piece of broken stone in her hand, her fingertips unconsciously tracing the blurry engravings on it.

This is a stone fragment that fell from a pillar during her fifth trip to the Acropolis, when she attempted to communicate with the beings inside the Parthenon.

She guessed that this was probably the temple's response to her, because she could vaguely sense the presence of that being through the stone slab.

Although she didn't know what other benefits it could have, the results had already far exceeded her expectations.

Not only did she successfully bring Luwei back and confirm that the habitat could accommodate a variety of magical creatures, but more importantly, she touched upon that fleeting glimpse of a power slumbering deep within the ancient ruins.

It was as if a new window had been opened for her, allowing her to see a deeper and broader prospect of the magical world.

The castle consciousness of Hogwarts, the power slumbering beneath the Greek temple... this world is far more mysterious and complex than she learned from the original works and books.

But as long as you can see the direction forward, then everything has meaning.

Chapter 138 Bringing His Wife Home

The next morning, Vera and Kreacher successfully returned to number 12 Grimmauld Place via the Floo Network.

The gloomy London sky and the sweltering, humid air contrasted sharply with the bright sunshine of Greece, as if returning from a dream to reality.

The old house remained quiet and deserted, yet it gave Vera a strange sense of peace.

Perhaps it's because this is the only place she can currently call "home".

After a half-day rest and adjustment, Vera's life returned to its previous rhythm—training, studying, researching, and spending time with Hemera and Luwei.

The difference is that, thanks to her experiences and insights from her trip to Greece, she has gained many new directions and ideas for her research on ancient magic and magic circuits.

She began to try to simulate the texture of the ancient power she had sensed using her own magic.

This process was slow and difficult, often requiring a great deal of mental effort, but after about two weeks of practice, the results were quite good.

She reduced her energy expenditure by 10% when casting spells.

Previously, casting a normal spell required 1 unit of magic power, but now it requires 0.9.

Although it may not seem like much, it still enhances her ability to sustain combat.

Even a small mosquito is still meat, and besides, Vera has no right to complain now.

Occasionally, during breaks from her late-night research, she would take out her parchment and write letters to Hach and the other man.

The content remains the same, sharing everyday moments, and the tone of the letters is often light, as if those letters that disappeared without a trace never happened.

Sometimes, she would receive a reply from Hermione.

Hermione would complain in her letters about Harley's disappearance, share interesting books she had read, even start pre-grade courses, and list long question sheets.

Vera always answered patiently, resolving her questions and sharing her insights. Occasionally, she would omit key information and mention some interesting or perplexing anecdotes from her research.

Communication became a bridge connecting them, greatly alleviating their loneliness during the holidays.

In fact, Vera had considered going to Privet Drive to find Harley after returning from Greece.

However, considering a crucial setting in the original work, she wanted to set off several times, but she forced herself to calm down.

The reason is simple: the "love magic" left on Harley has a condition for being maintained, which is that before Harley comes of age, she must spend a certain amount of time with her blood relatives every year.

Considering that in the original story, before Voldemort resurrected himself using Harley's blood, Harley's "love magic" did indeed have a special effect on Voldemort.

Therefore, Vera had to suppress her desire to bring the person over ahead of schedule.

She didn't know the exact number of days for "staying for a while," but she knew that in the original story, Harley was picked up by the Weasley brothers after Dobby appeared.

After that, Harley stayed at the Weasleys' house for a while before going to school.

Therefore, as long as Dobby appears at the time specified in the original story, and then she goes to pick up Harley and take her back to Black's old house, there won't be any problems.

Time always flies when you're focused and busy, and before you know it, London is getting hotter and hotter in early August.

Until one rainy night, Vera had just finished putting the two large animals to sleep and stepped out of the scroll when she saw Kreacher waiting at the door.

“Miss, the Ministry of Magic has sent a letter to Miss Potter.” Kreacher’s hoarse voice was particularly clear in the quiet room. “It’s a warning letter, and it seems to be related to a minor’s unauthorized use of magic outside of school.”

After returning from Greece, Vera asked Kreacher to keep an eye on Privet Road.

Now, finally, there's some movement.

Of course, Harley didn't use magic in the original story. That girl was very attached to the magical world, so how could she risk being expelled to use magic outside of school?

It was Dobby who actually used magic.

And it was on this very night that Dobby intercepted Harley's letters and expressed his wish that Harley not return to Hogwarts.

As a Malfoy house elf, Dobby couldn't reveal his reasons for doing so, which is why Dobby initially seemed a bit unreasonable.

As a result of this day, Dobby's mischief caused the Dursleys' clients to leave in anger, resulting in Harley being locked in her room on the second floor and forbidden from going out.

Vera nodded, several solutions already flashing through her mind. She nodded and said, "I understand. Let's take the gifts and go to Privet Road tomorrow."

"Yes, ma'am."

Kreacher had no ill will toward the upcoming Miss Potter, not only because she was a good friend of his mistress, but also because Harry herself came from the ancient Potter family.

Even Harley herself can only be considered mixed-race.

……

The next morning, just as dawn was breaking, Vera was already dressed, just like a real Muggle.

She glanced at the still quiet Grimmauld Place outside the window, took a deep breath, and said, "Kreacher."

With a snap, the house-elf appeared, holding a beautifully wrapped gift box.

“Let’s go, Kreacher.” Vera’s voice was calm, but carried a hint of barely perceptible urgency.

“Yes, Miss.” Kreacher gripped the armrest of the wheelchair.

Another familiar feeling of pressure washed over them, and the next moment, they found themselves in a quiet alley near Privet Road.

The summer morning light had already bathed this clean but lifeless street, with almost identical square houses on both sides, and the air was filled with the mixed smell of trimmed lawns and car exhaust.

Compared to the tranquility of the magical world or the vastness of Greece, the atmosphere here feels exceptionally orderly and oppressive.

Vera straightened her clothes, signaled Kreacher to conceal himself and follow behind, and then she maneuvered her wheelchair slowly out of the alley and headed towards No. 4 Privet Drive.

The closer she got to the house, the more she could feel that some powerful, ancient protective magic was like an invisible shield enveloping No. 4 Privet Drive.

This must be the so-called "love magic," which exists based on Harley's blood relationship.

It is precisely because of this limitation of magic that she has endured until now.

She stopped in front of the Dursleys' gleaming but tightly closed front door, her gaze sweeping over the small window with railings on the second floor—Harley's room.

Vera raised her hand, pushed her wheelchair forward, and rang the doorbell.

The wait seemed rather long; she could hear a faint television sound and footsteps coming from inside the house.

Finally, the door was suddenly pulled open a crack, and Vernon Dursley's fat, purplish-red face blocked the doorway, his small eyes filled with vigilance and impatience.

"Who is it? So early!" he roared gruffly, his gaze sweeping over Vera's wheelchair, his brows furrowing even more, as if he intended to close the door immediately.

“Good morning, Mr. Dursley.” Vera gave a perfectly polite smile. “Excuse me, I am Vera Black, Harry’s friend at Hogwarts.”

She held up the gift box at the opportune moment: "I apologize for the intrusion. This is a small gift to greet you. I hope it hasn't bothered your family."

"Hogwarts?" Vernon's face instantly turned a deep shade of purple, as if he had heard some extremely filthy word.

He lowered his voice and said through gritted teeth, "We don't have the person you're looking for here! Get out of here! Don't bring those...those strange things to my doorstep!"

He seemed completely unconcerned about the expensive-looking gift, wanting only to get rid of anything and anyone related to magic as soon as possible.

“Vernon, who is that?” Penny Dursley’s voice came from inside the house. She walked to the door and was taken aback when she saw Vera and her wheelchair, as well as the beautifully wrapped gift in her hand.

“It’s from that weird school!” Vernon said gruffly to his wife, trying to close the door even tighter.

“Blake…” Penny’s gaze swept back and forth between Gift and Vera several times, as if searching for something in her memory, and her expression changed slightly.

She clearly knew about the Black family, an ancient pure-blood family, a prestigious and…dangerous surname even in the world of her sister, whom she desperately wanted to distance herself from.

“Harley is fine, she doesn’t need any visits, you can go back now.” Penny said, but her hands were gripping the door frame tightly, her knuckles white, clearly indicating that her heart was not as calm as her tone suggested.

Vera maintained her smile, but her gaze went past Penny's shoulder, seemingly penetrating the wall to see the girl they had locked up upstairs.

“I understand your caution, Mrs. Dursley. Please rest assured, I am only visiting as a classmate.”

Moreover, this gift is simply a master-crafted bone china tableware set, and has absolutely nothing... special about it that you're worried about.

As she spoke, she handed the gift box forward slightly again.

Upon hearing about the expensive bone china tableware, Vernon's anger seemed to be somewhat suppressed by a hint of greed.

But he remained blocking the door, his tone forceful: "We don't need it! Who knows what kind of filth's mixed in! Get out of here!"

Just then, a slight thud came from upstairs, as if something had hit the floor.

Vera's heart tightened slightly, and the smile on her face slowly faded.

Vernon and Penny's expressions changed simultaneously. Penny instinctively glanced back at the stairs, while Vernon became even more agitated and tried to slam the door shut: "Didn't you hear me! Get out!"

“It seems Harley is indeed at home.” Vera’s voice remained calm, but carried an undeniable chill. “Mr. Dursley, I mean no offense, but the Ministry of Magic’s punishment for abusing underage wizards is quite severe.”

"That's your law, what does it have to do with me!" Vernon growled in a low voice, his bravado clearly weakening as he blocked the door.

“That’s true,” Vera nodded thoughtfully, “but I think you two should know something about the Children Act of 1989 enacted by the British government, right?”