Wheelchair War God Speedruns Hogwarts

This one in front of her should count as a trial version.

"And this," George said, pulling something that looked like an ordinary button from his pocket, "a Sticky Glue Bomb. Once it explodes, it sprays powerful glue that can stick someone in place for at least half an hour."

Harry's eyes widened further and further, while Hermione's face went pale. "How could you... These are obviously contraband!"

"Just in case, Hermione." Vera gently covered her hand and looked at her earnestly.

Only after seeing Hermione's expression soften into reluctant compromise did she turn around, store the items in the wheelchair's expanded storage space, and take out a small pouch from her pocket.

"Thirty Galleons, as we agreed before."

Castle: Look at Me! (Third Update)

Just to be safe, Vera picked out quite a few more prank items from the twins.

Though some of the items still fell short of the standards from the original story, in her opinion.

Considering the twins' age, however, being able to make such things already made them exceptionally talented.

Even Harry was tempted enough to pick out a quill that could automatically spray ink and check spelling—

This one already counted as a finished product and could be used freely.

"With this, at least Professor Snape won't stare at me because I misspelled something," Harry quietly explained to Hermione why she had taken a liking to it.

No matter how slow she was, she had gradually noticed that something felt off lately—

Snape did seem to watch her during class, but never by looking directly at her. Instead, when he was instructing another student, he would occasionally cast a cold glance her way.

When Harry noticed his gaze and turned toward him in confusion, he would casually look away as though nothing had happened.

It left Harry baffled every time, but remembering Snape's small acts of favoritism toward her, she could only assume there was something wrong with her Potions work or homework.

Vera did not explain. She merely turned and said, "Ring up that quill too."

"No need." Fred laughed heartily. "As our first customer—and our biggest customer—you've already paid far more than the actual price. Consider the quill a complimentary gift with your order."

George winked as well. "If you have any feedback after trying them out, feel free to come find us anytime."

Since they had both said so, Vera thought for a moment before smiling. "All right. Thank you."

Hermione stood nearby, frowning tightly as she watched them trade items that clearly violated school rules.

Though she had wanted to speak up and stop them several times during the process, seeing how much more relaxed Vera looked in the end, she chose to remain silent.

Before long, this secret shopping session for magical items came to an end.

Vera stored the items in the wheelchair's lower compartment. Just as she was about to turn around, she suddenly felt the crystal at her chest tremble violently.

Her brows immediately furrowed. Narrowing her eyes, she used Circuit Vision and saw Black Fog spreading through the corridor outside at an astonishing speed.

The castle was warning her again.

Had Quirrell made a move ahead of time?

"We need to go." She quickly pushed her wheelchair toward the exit. "Curfew's almost here. Don't linger outside."

Hermione keenly noticed that something was wrong. "What is it? You don't look very well."

Vera did not answer. She only urged them on as she increased the wheelchair's speed.

Harry and Hermione exchanged a glance and hurried after her.

As for the Weasley twins, they had the Marauder's Map, so they had no need to worry about running into danger inside the school.

Before long, they hurried through the corridors before curfew. After giving the Fat Lady the password, they returned safely to the Gryffindor common room.

At that time, there was hardly anyone left in the common room.

The fire crackled in the fireplace, casting warm light across the dim room.

"You two should head upstairs first," Vera said softly. "I want to stay here for a while."

Harry looked at her worriedly. "Are you sure you don't need us to stay with you?"

"I'm fine." Vera smiled faintly. "I'm just a little tired tonight. I want to be alone for a while."

Hermione hesitated, then finally nodded. "All right, but don't stay up too late."

After Harry and Hermione returned to their room, Vera pushed her wheelchair to the window and looked at the outline of the Forbidden Forest in the distance.

The Magic Circuit slowly circulated within her body. Only then did she faintly see a mass of Black Fog spreading toward the castle from the direction of the Forbidden Forest.

The Forbidden Forest...?

She narrowed her eyes and carefully traced the direction of Black Fog.

The Troll should have been in the dungeons of Hogwarts Castle right now, and this presence felt even more dangerous and chaotic than the Troll's. It also carried a familiar evil pulse.

It was Voldemort!

Her fingers instinctively tightened around the wheelchair's armrests, and her breath caught slightly.

In the original story, Voldemort had indeed hunted Unicorns in the Forbidden Forest to sustain his life, but that happened around Easter break, sometime next April.

It was only November now... Did that mean Quirrell had already begun scouting around the Forbidden Forest and preparing for the later hunt for Unicorns?

Tch. This was troublesome.

With her current strength, rashly entering the Forbidden Forest to investigate Voldemort's movements would be no different from seeking death.

And if she rashly went to notify those Centaurs... among that group of arrogant creatures, only Firenze was relatively friendly toward humans.

But even so, if a human student suddenly appeared to warn him to watch over the Unicorns in the Forbidden Forest, it would probably be difficult for her to earn his trust in her current condition and with her current strength.

That left only one option.

With a half-giant's physique, his magical resistance was practically maxed out. Voldemort at this stage could not do much to Hagrid.

That groundskeeper still held a bit of prejudice against her, but... it was not a big problem.

Vera let out a soft breath and pushed her wheelchair back to the dormitory.

Harry and Hermione had already changed into their pajamas and were discussing tomorrow's Halloween plans.

When they saw Vera return, both of them stopped talking.

"Feeling better?" Harry asked with concern.

Vera nodded. "Mm, I'm fine now."

Hermione looked at her worriedly. "Are you sure? Your complexion was really bad in the corridor just now."

"I was just a little tired." Vera answered lightly, pushing her wheelchair to the bedside before looking at Harry.

Without needing to be asked, Harry immediately came over and helped her transfer onto the bed. Her movements were even more careful than usual. "If you need help with anything, you have to tell us."

Vera looked into her serious green eyes and nodded lightly. "I will."

Hermione switched off Tomori, and the dormitory sank into darkness.

Vera lay in bed, listening to Harry and Hermione's steady breathing, but her thoughts refused to settle.

I'm still too weak. If I were just a little stronger, if I could move normally, I wouldn't need to rely on anyone else for something like this.

She turned over softly and closed her eyes, feeling the path of the Magic Circuit flowing through her body.

Since breaking through to Control · Beginner Rank, her perception and control of magic had undergone a qualitative leap. Those advanced spells she had never been able to master before were gradually becoming more familiar.

But the greatest limitations were still this body of hers and her far from abundant magical power.

She still needed more opportunities for real combat.

She sighed softly. Nox crawled over from the foot of the bed, his warm body pressing against her calf.

Tomorrow was Halloween. She was looking forward to it.

As everyone knew, Halloween Was a High-Risk Holiday (Fourth Update)

Early the next morning, Vera got up quietly without waking Harry and Hermione, who were still asleep.

Nox poked his head out of his cat bed, his amber eyes gleaming in the morning light.

"Shh..." Vera made a silencing gesture at him and pushed her wheelchair to the window.

The dawn light was faint, and the outline of the Forbidden Forest was barely visible through the thin mist.

But the Black Fog from last night had already vanished. The Forbidden Forest now looked peaceful, as if nothing had happened.

It seemed Quirrell had not gone after a Unicorn yesterday...

Good. The plot had not deviated.

She just wondered whether this legendary newbie-zone boss possessed by Voldemort would die from overwork ahead of schedule if he kept lighting Tomori and burning the midnight oil every day—causing trouble and doing all the grunt work while Voldemort possessed him and drained his life force.

Vera shook her head and silently reined in her wandering thoughts.

Otherwise, she would start wondering whether Quirrell had no hair because Voldemort was balding too.

After quietly washing up and feeding Nox some cat food, Vera watched him eat with gusto. The corners of her lips lifted slightly as she took out a potion from the wheelchair's expanded storage space and tipped her head back to drink it in one gulp.

The bitter potion slid down her throat, bringing a familiar burning sensation.

She gripped the wheelchair's armrests tightly and bit down hard on her lip, making sure she did not make a sound.

Soon, as the potion took effect, the dull pain in her spine eased somewhat.

Soaked in sweat, Vera let out a long breath. She leaned against the window and began reading a notebook she had taken from the Room of Requirement in the morning light.

The notebook recorded many theories and practical methods concerning Ancient Magic. Though the handwriting had become somewhat blurred, the author's profound expertise was still apparent.

As she read, she tried adjusting the flow path of her Magic Circuit according to the methods described in the notebook.

Soon, golden patterns flickered beneath her skin, and the flow of magic became smoother.

Most importantly, it could reduce the blockage between spells when casting them, while also lowering the magical power consumed by spellcasting to a certain extent.

"So that's how it is..." Vera murmured, her fingertips lightly tracing a section of complicated theory on the page.

She had been fairly adept at using the Magic Circuit before, but if no one taught her the finer details of certain techniques, she feared it would take years of exploration to master them completely.

Yet no one could teach her this ability, not even at Hogwarts.

Until that day, when her Magic Circuit was about to break through, she had gone to the Room of Requirement on a whim and found that room.

Vera gently closed the notebook, unconsciously rubbing the faded signature on the cover with her fingertips—it was an ornate letter "B," with a drawing beside it that could no longer be made out.

The notebook's author clearly possessed a Magic Circuit just like hers, and many of its insights could greatly help her master her own.

Just then, a rustling sound came from behind her.

"Vera?" Harry sat up sleepily in bed, her black hair a mess like a bird's nest. "You're up so early?"

Vera turned her wheelchair around. "Couldn't sleep. Did I wake you?"

Harry rubbed her eyes, then suddenly jumped out of bed as if remembering something. "No... Right, today's Halloween!"

She rushed excitedly to the wardrobe and searched for her neatest school robes. "Hermione! Wake up!"

Hermione gave a groggy response, then seemed to suddenly realize something and sprang out of bed. "What time is it? Why are you both up already?"

"It's only six-thirty, but it's Halloween!" Harry was already dressed and trying hard to smooth down the tufts sticking up in her hair. "It's my first time spending this holiday at school!"

Vera froze for a moment, realizing that Harry probably had never been in the mood to celebrate holidays at home. For a while, she could not say anything.

She could only turn to Hermione, who was obviously not fully awake yet. "You don't have to get up so early. You can sleep a little longer."

"Forget it, I should get up anyway." Hermione yawned, waking herself up a little before getting out of bed too.

The three girls got up one after another, washed up, and prepared to welcome Halloween.

There were already quite a few early-rising students in the common room, all excitedly discussing that evening's feast.

Ron and Neville sat by the fireplace. When they saw the girls coming downstairs, they immediately waved.

"I heard tonight's feast has a special program," Ron said excitedly. "Fred said Dumbledore is preparing a ghost parade!"

Harry's eyes lit up. "Really?"

Vera glanced at them and spoke calmly. "Have you forgotten when they said the Sorting Ceremony was meant to deal with a Troll?"

Harry and Ron froze at the same time, while Hermione looked speechless. "Obviously, they're teasing you again, and you fell for it again."

"Uh... This one sounded pretty believable." Ron scratched his head awkwardly, trying to defend himself.

Vera shrugged and lightly pushed her wheelchair. "Let's go to the Great Hall first."

Hogwarts was even livelier than usual on Halloween. The corridors were filled with moving pumpkin Tomori and drifting ghosts, and the air carried the sweet scent of pumpkin pie. Even the floating candles had turned a ghostly green.