Wheelchair War God Speedruns Hogwarts

Then she tried to lift her legs—there was still no feeling at all.

"Miss Black?" Madam Pomfrey's voice came from beyond the curtain. "Are you all right?"

Vera took a deep breath. "I'm fine, Madam."

Madam Pomfrey drew back the curtain, and Dumbledore came over as well. The two of them looked at her with concern.

"How does it feel?" Madam Pomfrey asked as she checked her vital signs with her wand.

Vera gently shook her head. "My legs are still numb... but the pain in my spine has eased a lot."

That was the truth.

Although her legs still could not move, the dull ache that had plagued her for years had indeed faded to the point of nearly disappearing.

Barring any surprises, at least she would not have to drink those awful potions every day from now on.

For someone who had long since prepared herself mentally, this outcome was an unexpected delight.

Madam Pomfrey gently brushed aside her messy hair. "Let's observe you for a while first, all right? If your condition improves, we can regularly use Phoenix Tears alongside your treatment in the future."

Vera nodded and turned her gaze to Dumbledore. "Thank you, Professor."

Dumbledore looked at her kindly. "No need to thank me, Miss Black."

Chapter 83: Another Day of Being Captured by Harry

By the time Harry and Hermione were allowed into the treatment room, Vera's complexion had improved considerably.

They nervously gathered around the bed, glancing hesitantly at the two adults beside them, clearly wanting to say something but holding back.

Dumbledore noticed their concern and glanced at the time at just the right moment. "Oh, I've just remembered that I have a meeting to attend.

Miss Potter, Miss Granger, please take good care of your friend as well."

With that, he winked at the three girls and turned to leave the Hospital Wing.

Seeing this, Madam Pomfrey merely said, "You have half an hour for visiting," before retreating to the medicine cabinet to sort through supplies.

"Well?" Harry asked impatiently in a lowered voice. "Did it work?"

Vera gently held her hand. "Much better. The nerves in my spine should have been repaired quite a bit."

Hermione carefully studied her complexion and asked cautiously, "Really? Then... what about your legs?"

"...They're still the same."

Harry's expression immediately dimmed, but she quickly forced out a smile. "It's okay! At least you won't be lying awake at night anymore, right?"

Vera froze. "How did you know...?"

"Sometimes I stay up late," Harry said, scratching her head awkwardly. "And I'd see you tossing and turning in bed..."

Hermione gave her a helpless look. "Harry, peeking at people while they sleep is not a good habit."

Harry's face instantly flushed red. "I wasn't peeking! I just, I just happened to notice sometimes!"

Even if Vera was very pretty, she would never sneak over in the middle of the night to watch someone sleep!

Seeing Harry so flustered, Vera could not help but laugh softly. "Then... thank you for caring."

Harry's face reddened even more, and she stammered without managing to say anything.

Over the following hours, the effects of the Phoenix Tears continued to show.

Vera's complexion became rosy, and her spirits visibly improved.

Harry and Hermione stayed by her side, telling her about things that had happened around school and trying to cheer her up.

"...Oh, right, there have been rumors about something strange lately," Harry said mysteriously. "Apparently, some kind of little animal has gotten into the school again!"

Hermione jumped. "Another Troll?"

Harry shook her head and lowered her voice. "Probably not. A Hufflepuff student heard faint crying coming from an empty classroom on the third floor one night, but she got scared and ran away.

Later, one of the players on our team heard crying near the third-floor bathroom after evening practice.

She rushed in to take a look, but there was no one there. She only saw the windows wide open. It was too dark to see anything clearly, but some kind of animal probably escaped from the bathroom."

Vera's expression shifted slightly. "When did this happen?"

"Just these past few days." Seeing that Vera was interested, Harry grew more animated. "Several people on our team have nearly bumped into that thing!"

Hermione, however, was unconvinced. "That's impossible. After the Troll incident, the professors increased their patrols. How could an animal still get inside?

I think Peeves is probably taking advantage of the Troll incident to pull pranks and scare people again."

"But Hagrid has been getting busier and busier lately. He even sent word that he had to cancel the afternoon tea we'd arranged because he needed to patrol the Forbidden Forest!" Harry argued.

"That only proves the patrols in the Forbidden Forest have been increased too. So how could an animal get out?" Hermione countered.

Vera watched the two of them argue thoughtfully, a trace of contemplation flashing through her eyes.

"Did anyone get a good look at that animal?" she asked softly.

Harry shook her head. "No. They said it was really fast. They only saw a black shadow flash past."

The third floor... that was where the Defense Against the Dark Arts Classroom and office were.

Vera kept her face calm, but turmoil had already risen in her heart.

If she had guessed right, this so-called little animal was Quirrell.

Voldemort must have been close to no longer holding on, which was why he was so desperately urging Quirrell to find Unicorn blood for him.

Vera's fingers unconsciously clenched the bedsheet.

"Vera?" Hermione looked at her distracted expression. "What are you thinking about?"

Vera came back to herself and gently shook her head. "Nothing. I just think... if an animal really has gotten in, we should be careful."

Just then, Madam Pomfrey walked over. "Miss Black needs to stay here for observation tonight. You can come pick her up tomorrow."

Harry reluctantly stood up. "All right... Vera, get some proper rest. We'll come first thing tomorrow morning."

Hermione also reminded her, "If you feel uncomfortable in any way, make sure to tell Madam Pomfrey."

Vera nodded. "I will. Good night."

After watching them leave, Vera lay on the hospital bed and stared blankly at the ceiling.

Madam Pomfrey gave her a nutritional potion in place of dinner. As night approached, she extinguished most of the lights, leaving only a small night lamp.

The Hospital Wing fell silent, with only the occasional hoot of an owl coming from outside the window.

Vera closed her eyes. She could not practice spells here, but she could continue practicing Occlumency.

Just as she was about to sink her consciousness as she had before, a faint sound caught her attention.

Vera opened her eyes alertly. The curtain was swaying slightly, and a familiar figure was trying to climb in through the window.

"Harry?" Vera whispered in surprise. "How did you—"

"Shh!" Harry made a silencing gesture and nimbly jumped into the room. "I used your Invisibility Cloak."

She tiptoed to Vera's bedside and pulled out a small package from her robes. "I brought you sandwiches and pumpkin juice.

You didn't have dinner tonight, and Madam Pomfrey's nutritional potion doesn't taste great either. You probably didn't drink much of it."

Vera stared at her blankly, unsure what to say for a moment.

Harry sat down by the bed on her own and deliberately winked playfully. "Well? Are you touched?"

"...Mm." After a brief silence, Vera nodded gently.

Harry froze, apparently not expecting Vera to actually admit it.

A radiant smile immediately bloomed across her face. She suddenly leaned down and gave Vera a light hug. "No need to be so polite. It's what I should do~"

The sudden embrace made Vera stiffen.

Harry carried the coolness of the night wind and the scent of food, warm and real.

For an instant, it felt as though something had lightly bumped against her heart.

After hesitating for a moment, Vera slowly raised her arms and gently returned the hug. "Thank you."

Harry let her go, her eyes gleaming beneath the dim light. "We're friends. What's there to thank me for?"

She opened the package and took out a sandwich. "Hurry and eat. I specifically asked them to put extra ham in it."

Vera took the sandwich and began taking small bites.

Harry sat at the bedside, swinging her legs, then suddenly lowered her voice. "Oh, right, about that black shadow... I found out some more information."

Vera raised an eyebrow. "What information?"

"That Hufflepuff student said the crying came from near the Defense Against the Dark Arts Classroom."

Harry's voice grew more certain. "And... Professor Quirrell has indeed been acting very strangely lately."

Vera's heart skipped a beat, and she instinctively grabbed Harry's hand. "Harry, you aren't planning to investigate on your own—"

"Of course not!" Harry hurriedly shook her head. "I know it's dangerous. I just... thought I should tell you, so we can discuss it together."

Vera sighed in relief, but still held tightly onto her hand. "No matter what, don't act alone. Promise me, okay?"

Harry looked at Vera's serious expression and finally nodded. "All right, I promise."

The two continued whispering for a while, until Vera had finished every bit of the food Harry brought.

"I should head back," Harry said, packing up the bundle and nimbly crawling out from beneath the bed curtain. "See you tomorrow."

Vera watched as she put the Invisibility Cloak back on, her figure gradually vanishing into the darkness, before lying back down.

The fullness in her stomach had yet to fade, and she was not sleepy at all. She could only stare at the ceiling, her thoughts in complete disarray.

When would Voldemort urge Quirrell to act again?

If he kept failing to obtain Unicorn blood, or the Philosopher's Stone guarded by the Three-Headed Dog, what else might the desperate Dark Lord do?

Or... would he target Harry?

Vera's brow suddenly twitched. She immediately sat up and turned toward the door.

A faint Black Fog had somehow already spread into the room.

Chapter 84: Vera Panicked Again

The instant she saw the Black Fog spreading, Vera's pupils contracted. Almost instinctively, she wanted to get out of bed and chase after it.

But the moment her feet touched the floor, the weakness in her legs immediately pulled her back to reality.

She bit her lip and quickly grabbed the edge of the bed to steady herself, her heart pounding as she watched the Black Fog in the distance.

Judging by its direction, it was not coming for her.

The Black Fog circled at the doorway for a while, seemingly trying to draw her attention to something, before slowly extending down the corridor.

Vera narrowed her eyes slightly and swiftly scanned her surroundings.

The light in Madam Pomfrey's office was still on, and the Hospital Wing was completely silent.

If she rashly left in her wheelchair, the odds of being discovered were practically certain.

She took a deep breath, reached for the wand beside her bed, and guided the Magic Circuit within her body into rapid motion.

Perhaps because of the Phoenix Tears, as golden patterns gradually lit up across her skin, Vera discovered in surprise that the magic within her circuits was flowing much faster than before.

"Source Flow Reforging," she whispered, and her magic gathered almost instantly.

This time, Vera chose to strengthen her own senses.

As magic flowed through her body, Vera's senses became extraordinarily sharp.

She could clearly hear Madam Pomfrey turning pages in her office and smell the herbal fragrance drifting through the air.

She could even sense the faint changes in airflow down the distant corridor, as well as... the slightest fluctuations of magic.

She focused, raised a hand to the wall, and extended her senses beyond the Hospital Wing.

At first, she could only sense the empty corridor around her, but as she continually adjusted her magical output, the range of her perception gradually expanded.

Soon, she sensed a small, inconspicuous cluster of magical energy slowly moving upward on the stairs.

Thank goodness. Harry was heading toward Gryffindor Tower, so nothing should happen.

She secretly sighed in relief, but in that instant, the Magic Circuit suddenly transmitted an abnormal sensation—