The Wheelchair War God Is Speedrunning Hogwarts

"Gryffindor has possession! Angelina Johnson beautifully dodges Slytherin's Beaters and charges straight for the goal—oh! She nearly gets hit by a Bludger!"

Through her binoculars, Vera saw Harry circling high in the air, searching for the Golden Snitch like a vigilant hawk.

She was completely different from the Harry Potter who had sat in the VIP seats as a spectator in the movies.

Just then, a Bludger suddenly shot straight toward Harry—

"Watch out!" Hermione blurted out, even though she knew Harry could not hear her.

Harry quickly sensed the danger as well, making a graceful dive to evade the Bludger and drawing a wave of gasps and applause from the stands.

Vera's gaze closely followed Harry's figure, and the binoculars before her constantly adjusted their angle along with her movements.

Harry's flying skills were truly astonishing. Every turn and every dive flowed as naturally as instinct.

Even so, by the twenty-minute mark, the score had reached 20:60, with Slytherin in the lead.

Just as a Gryffindor Chaser regretfully withdrew after being pincered by two Slytherins, a burst of startled cries suddenly erupted around the stands.

"Look!" Hermione suddenly gripped Vera's arm. "Harry seems to have spotted something!"

Vera looked in the direction she pointed and saw Harry's Nimbus 2000 suddenly accelerate, racing toward the other end of the pitch.

Slytherin's Seeker, Terence Higgs, reacted at once and followed close behind.

"Both Seekers are accelerating!" Lee Jordan's voice brimmed with excitement. "They must have both seen the Golden Snitch!"

The atmosphere across the entire pitch instantly grew tense. Everyone held their breath and watched the chase.

Harry lowered her body until she was almost parallel with her broom, her red figure streaking across the sky like lightning.

Vera's fingers unconsciously clenched around the binoculars. The Magic Circuit within her began operating faster, and Circuit Vision activated automatically.

Within that golden-lit vision, she could see faint ripples of magic surrounding Harry—resonance created by the perfect harmony between her and her broom.

Then, an unexpected change occurred.

Harry's broom suddenly began to shake violently, as though some invisible force were pulling at it, and it started spinning madly through the air.

A wave of shocked cries erupted from the stands, and everyone's attention was drawn toward her.

Harry gripped the broomstick tightly, clamping it between her legs as she tried to maintain her balance.

But the broom shook more and more violently, even beginning to buck up and down as if it were about to throw her off.

"What's happening?" Hermione stood up in terror. "Harry's broom has gone out of control!"

Vera, who had long expected this situation, narrowed her eyes and looked through the binoculars at Quirrell in the teachers' stand, as well as Snape seated in front of him.

"Could her broom have been damaged when Slytherin hit her earlier?" Neville, standing one row below them, asked with a pale face.

"Impossible! Nothing but powerful Dark magic can interfere with a flying broom!" Ron said anxiously.

Hearing that, Hermione quickly raised her binoculars and looked around, intending to pull Vera into helping her search for the culprit.

But when she turned around, she saw Vera staring intently at the sky, while the brass binoculars that had been floating before her had vanished.

"Vera?" Hermione hurriedly called out to her. "What are you looking at? Where are your binoculars?"

As if she had only just come back to herself, Vera lowered her head and looked around for a while before shaking it. "They seem to be gone. I don't know where they fell."

Hermione looked as if she wanted to say something but held back. Seeing Harry still suffering on her broom, she could only continue searching on her own with the binoculars.

Meanwhile, Vera, who had just brushed Hermione off, raised her head again. Her eyes, enhanced through Sourceflow Reshaping, stared fixedly at the brass binoculars, which had unknowingly risen into midair through the Levitation Charm.

That was why, despite her inconvenient legs, she had specifically chosen the outermost seat in the highest row—to make sure no one around her would notice when she did something bad.

Under such circumstances, everyone's attention was focused on Harry in the pitch. Who would pay attention to a little witch with limited mobility, someone who could not do anything at all?

Then Vera lightly flicked the wand hidden beneath her robes.

Without anyone noticing, the binoculars quietly shifted their angle, and the lens that had long since been removed and reinstalled aimed at the teachers' stand.

It was close to noon. Even in autumn, the sun was rather scorching.

Vera curled her lips and looked toward Quirrell, who was still staring intently at Harry in the teachers' stand, his lips moving continuously... at the turban on his head.

What did Voldemort smell like after being roasted by the sun?

Vera held her breath, her eyes fixed on the path of the sunlight.

After her repeated and careful adjustments, the binocular lens focused the scorching sunlight into a single point, landing precisely on Quirrell's turban.

At first, Quirrell merely seemed to twist his neck uncomfortably. But soon, his body began trembling violently.

An almost inaudible hiss came from beneath the thick turban, like the pained sound of some creature being scalded.

"Ah!" Quirrell suddenly leaped from his seat, clawing frantically at the back of his head. "Hot! So hot!"

The teachers' stand immediately descended into chaos.

Professor McGonagall turned around in surprise. Snape's expression abruptly relaxed, and he looked at Quirrell with some astonishment.

"Professor Quirrell! What's wrong?" Professor Flitwick hurriedly asked.

Quirrell stammered, unable to get any words out. He only kept scratching the back of his head, his face frighteningly pale.

His turban had been pulled crooked, faintly revealing scorched marks beneath it.

But in a setting like this, he could only wrap the turban even tighter than before. After saying something unclear, he stood and quickly left.

At almost the exact same moment Quirrell jumped up from the burning pain, Harry's broom immediately returned to normal. She nimbly flipped herself in midair and settled firmly back onto it.

The corner of Vera's mouth lifted almost imperceptibly. With a light flick of her wand, the binoculars quietly returned to her hand.

As though nothing had happened.

"Harry's okay!" Hermione excitedly grabbed Vera's arm as well. "That scared me to death. What happened just now?"

Vera calmly withdrew her gaze. "I don't know. Maybe the broom had a temporary malfunction."

Quirrell Was a Little Too Obvious (Bounty x1)

"Look!" Ron suddenly shouted. "Harry found the Golden Snitch!"

Everyone's attention immediately returned to the pitch. Harry's Nimbus 2000 raced toward the other end of the field like a red bolt of lightning.

Slytherin's Seeker was half a beat too slow, but quickly accelerated in pursuit.

The outcome was the same as in the original story. Harry dove at an astonishing speed, pulling her broom up sharply only a few feet from the ground. At the same time, she stretched out her hand and lunged fiercely at the Golden Snitch right before her—

When she crashed heavily onto the grass, people saw her struggle to get up, covering her mouth with one hand as though she were about to vomit.

Then, something golden dropped into her palm.

"She caught it! Harry Potter caught the Golden Snitch!" Lee Jordan's voice rang across the pitch. "Gryffindor defeats Slytherin, 170:60!"

Gryffindor had defeated Slytherin, 170:60.

Deafening cheers erupted throughout the stadium, and the entire stand instantly boiled over. Gryffindor students shouted and celebrated as red banners waved through the stands.

Hermione excitedly grabbed Vera's hand. "We won! Harry really did it!"

Vera also let out a sigh of relief. Although she had played a trick on Voldemort, she could not help Harry with Quidditch itself. Everything had depended on Harry alone.

It seemed she had worried too much.

She pushed her wheelchair, leaving the stands with Hermione and heading down alongside the excited Gryffindor students around them.

When they struggled through the cheering crowd to reach the center of the pitch, they saw Harry being tossed high into the air by her teammates, her bright red uniform especially dazzling beneath the sunlight.

Her face overflowed with the joy of victory, her green eyes sparkling brightly. Her whole body seemed to shine with unprecedented radiance.

Vera and Hermione stood behind the crowd, watching Harry surrounded by everyone, their faces filled with heartfelt happiness.

"She looks so happy," Hermione said softly.

Vera nodded, her gaze gentle. "She deserves it."

"Vera! Hermione!" The moment Harry was put down, she spotted them in the crowd and waved excitedly. "We won!"

Hermione rushed forward excitedly and gave Harry, who had just been set down, a huge hug. "That was amazing! You actually caught the Snitch like that!"

"Hehe, I was lucky. Otherwise, I would've fallen off and been knocked out before catching the Snitch," Harry said, scratching her head bashfully.

Vera pushed her wheelchair over to them and looked up at her. "Congratulations, Harry."

Harry crouched down until she was level with Vera in the wheelchair, her face still flushed from the game. "I did it. Do you remember what we agreed on?"

Vera froze slightly, then nodded. "Of course I remember."

"Then it's settled! We can set a time right now—"

Harry was excitedly making plans when Wood and the other players gathered around, all talking over one another as they praised her performance.

"Potter, you're a genius!" Wood said excitedly. "That dive was beautiful!"

"Yeah, you left Higgs completely behind!" Angelina Johnson patted Harry on the shoulder.

Harry awkwardly scratched her hair. "Thanks, but my broom suddenly went out of control earlier. I almost..."

"Speaking of that," Wood said with a frown, "I need to inspect your broom properly. A Nimbus 2000 shouldn't have a malfunction like that."

Vera quietly glanced at the teachers' stand and saw Snape staring in their direction with a complicated expression.

"All right, team!" Wood clapped his hands. "Go get changed in the locker room!"

The players cheered and headed for the locker room, but Harry remained where she was. "You go ahead. I've got something to do."

Once her teammates had gone far enough away, Harry immediately turned to Vera and Hermione, lowering her voice. "I still think my broom going out of control was too strange. It was like... um..."

Vera pushed her wheelchair closer. "Like someone put a curse on it."

"A curse?" Hermione's eyes widened in surprise. "Who would do that?"

Harry and Hermione exchanged glances, both thinking of the same possibility.

"You mean..." Harry lowered her voice. "The same person who released the troll?"

Vera did not answer directly. Instead, she asked, "When it went out of control, did you notice anything unusual around you?"

Harry tried hard to recall. "I was too busy holding onto my broom... but I think I saw Professor Quirrell suddenly stand up in the teachers' stand?"

"Professor Quirrell?" Hermione said in surprise. "You think it was him?"

At first, she had only noticed Snape staring at Harry, looking as though he were muttering something under his breath.

If Professor Quirrell had not suddenly jumped up and interrupted her, she would have almost been certain that Snape was responsible.

"I'm not sure. I didn't see clearly," Harry said, shaking her head.

Vera gently held Harry's hand. "Don't think about this for now. Go get changed."

Harry nodded and hurried toward the locker room, while Vera and Hermione waited where they were.

Only after most of the crowd had dispersed did Hermione ask quietly, "Vera, do you really think Professor Quirrell did it?"

Vera did not answer directly. "Who knows? But Harry's broom was indeed interfered with by some kind of magic."

Hermione bit her lip. "But Professor Quirrell looks so... timid. How could he possibly—"

"Sometimes appearances are the most deceptive," Vera said softly, looking toward the direction Quirrell had left in. "And don't you think his behavior lately has been suspicious?"

Hermione thought carefully for a moment. "Hasn't he always been strange? Oh, I mean, there are plenty of odd people in the wizarding world. Based on that alone, I'm afraid..."

"Perhaps," Vera said without being too definitive. Given Hermione's sensitivity, as long as she pointed out this blind spot Hermione had once overlooked, Hermione would keep digging in that direction.

Soon, Harry caught up with them after changing into her school robes, with some lingering joy still on her face. "Hey, let's go see Hagrid! I think we might be able to get something out of him again this time."

Did she really think Hagrid was a sponge? Squeeze him a little, and information would always come out.

Vera could not help laughing. She waved her hand and said, "I've been here all morning, and I'm a little tired. I won't go with you."

"Huh? You're not coming?" Harry's smile immediately dimmed considerably.

Vera gently shook her head. "I want to go back to the dormitory and rest for a while. You two go on. Remember to say hello to Hagrid for me."

Hermione keenly noticed the exhaustion between Vera's brows and eyes, then quietly tugged Harry's sleeve. "All right. Get some proper rest, then."

With that, she quickly dragged Harry away.

If they lingered any longer, who knew what sour things those two would say?

What, Did Some Snail Maiden Become Sentient? (Bounty x2)

Vera had not lied about this. She really was tired.

Roasting Voldemort had indeed been satisfying, but that did not mean she could achieve such an effect casually.