The Wheelchair War God Speedruns Hogwarts

As the glow of the curse dissipated in midair, Vera gave Flint no chance to catch his breath. She swiftly counterattacked, her wand cutting a sharp arc through the air. "Expelliarmus!"

A red flash struck Flint's wand precisely, knocking it flying.

The wand arced through the air and landed at Harry's feet. She immediately bent down to pick it up, then smugly waved it at the Slytherins.

"How is that possible?!" Flint staggered back several steps, his face turning livid as he stared wide-eyed in disbelief. He had actually been disarmed by a first-year student.

Vera slowly rolled her wheelchair forward, her silver-gray hair appearing and vanishing amid the steam. "Do you concede, Mr. Flint?"

Flint's face turned the color of liver. He looked around, then immediately roared at his assistant, "Adrian! What are you doing?! Attack!"

Adrian Pucey finally snapped out of it and hurriedly tried to raise his wand.

But before he could even finish the incantation, a voice came from the lingering mist. "Stupefy."

A red flash shot out, and Adrian collapsed at once, unconscious.

Harry, who had been about to act, let out a breath of relief. Excitement gleamed in her green eyes. "Nicely done, Vera!"

Flint's expression darkened even further.

Suddenly, he whirled toward the other team members. "What are you all standing around for?! Get them together!"

The Slytherin players exchanged glances, but under his harsh urging, they eventually raised their wands.

"This is against the rules!" Hermione shouted angrily. "We agreed it would be a one-on-one duel!"

Vera merely activated the Levitation Charm on her wheelchair, swiftly pulling away from them as she waved her wand.

"Get farther back. Since they want to play, I'll play with them—Protego!"

How could she possibly pass up experience that had delivered itself to her doorstep?

As the Ancient Magic-enhanced Triple Iron Armor Charm was swiftly cast, three invisible barriers rose from the ground, each blocking the way in front of the three girls.

A Slytherin charging at the front crashed into the barrier before Vera. He let out a pained grunt and collapsed helplessly to the floor.

"Watch out!" one of the Slytherins shouted. "We need to surround her!"

But it was already too late. Vera swung her wand again. "Stupefy!"

Another red flash flew out, and a Slytherin attempting to slip around the barrier collapsed.

At the same time, another student who had nearly reached Hermione mysteriously fell over, petrified.

Multicast did not merely allow her to cast three identical spells at once. She could also release an entirely different spell while chanting another—

Perfect for catching people off guard.

[Defeated Opponents x6, Current Battle Resonance: 30]

The prompt on her retina made the corners of Vera's lips rise. She maneuvered her wheelchair nimbly through the classroom, her wand constantly moving. "Petrificus Totalus!"

Another Slytherin stiffened in place, then toppled over while still holding up his wand.

Hermione and Harry were not idle either. The two stood back to back, constantly using Disarming Charms and Impediment Jinxes to disrupt the Slytherins' attacks.

"I did it!" Harry shouted excitedly. Her Disarming Charm had finally succeeded in knocking a Slytherin's wand away.

Unlike Harry, who was eager to knock down her enemies, Hermione was more cautious. Under Vera and Harry's cover, she spent nearly the entire battle using Impediment Jinxes to block the enemies' routes of attack.

The final Impediment Jinx she sent out precisely stopped the Slytherin trying to sneak up on Vera.

Vera immediately turned at the sound, her wand pointing at the last Slytherin still holding one. "Petrificus Totalus!"

As the final flash faded, only Flint remained standing alone amid his unconscious and rigidly petrified teammates, his face deathly pale.

"You... how is this possible?" Flint's face trembled as he stared at the girl before him. "First-year students... how can they be this strong..."

Vera slowly rolled her wheelchair forward, looking at the much larger boy before her as though granting him a favor. "Now, you may apologize."

Flint staggered backward until his back hit the wall, leaving him nowhere to retreat.

He looked around and saw that all his teammates were down, while Harry and Hermione had their wands pointed directly at him.

"I... I..." His voice trembled, cold sweat beading on his forehead.

"Apologize!" Harry snapped. "For the things you said!"

Flint swallowed and finally lowered his head. "S-sorry!"

Vera looked at him coldly, then suddenly revealed a faint smile. "Sorry, I don't accept it."

In an instant, Flint's expression froze. His eyes widened, his Adam's apple bobbed, and he immediately tried to rush forward for one final struggle—

Then he was struck by a Levitation Charm and left floating awkwardly in midair.

Vera stared at him with an icy expression, then mercilessly knocked him down with a Petrification Spell. He crashed heavily into the middle of his teammates.

For a moment, the entire classroom fell silent. Even Harry and Hermione stood there in a daze.

The Castle Could Even Help Destroy the Evidence

[Defeated Opponents x15, Current Battle Resonance: 75]

[Battle Resonance Exceeded 50. Battle Enhancement Effect Triggered: Magical Burst]

[Magical Burst: For a short period, mana recovery speed increases by 75%, mana bonus increases by 75%, duration: 5 minutes]

Feeling the magic within her rapidly recover and gradually surge, Vera's lips curled slightly upward.

She rolled her wheelchair over to Flint and looked down at him. "Remember this lesson, Mr. Flint. Don't look down your nose at people next time."

Hermione made a small celebratory gesture, but as she looked at the Slytherins sprawled across the floor, she suddenly realized the problem. She hurried over and asked worriedly, "We made such a mess... won't this be hard to deal with?"

Harry curled her lips at the side. "Just let them lie here. They were the ones who provoked us first."

"No, Hermione is right." Vera let out a breath as she looked over the mess. "If we leave them lying here, someone will discover them soon. We need to clean this up."

She rolled her wheelchair to the center of the classroom and lightly flicked her wand. "Reparo."

A soft glow flashed, and the desks, chairs, and furnishings in the classroom returned to their original positions, as though the fierce battle had never happened.

"As for them..."

Vera's gaze swept over the Slytherins lying everywhere. One by one, she lifted the Petrification Spells and Stunning Spells on them.

Very soon, Adrian Pucey was the first to awaken. He stared at Vera in terror, then scrambled and crawled into a corner.

The other Slytherins also retreated one after another, their eyes filled with fear when they looked at her.

Flint was the last to awaken. He had not even fully come to his senses before visibly shrinking back when he saw Vera.

"Remember our agreement." Vera rolled her wheelchair before him, her voice gentle but unquestionable. "No one will speak of today's duel, correct?"

Flint swallowed and nodded repeatedly. "O-of course..."

"Very good." Vera nodded in satisfaction. "Now take your people and leave."

The Slytherins looked as though they had been pardoned. Supporting one another, they quickly left the classroom.

Once they were gone, Harry finally could not restrain herself any longer and cheered. "That was amazing! Vera, you were so cool!"

Hermione nodded excitedly as well. "There were only three of us, and we actually defeated so many older students. It's unbelievable!"

Vera gently shook her head. "It was nothing. But... tonight's events must remain secret too."

"Of course!" Hermione hurriedly nodded, then seemed to think of something. Frowning toward the doorway, she asked, "But do you really believe their promise?"

Harry thought of that too and could not help frowning. "Yeah, what if they go report us..."

Vera raised an eyebrow mischievously. "It's already too late for them to find a professor."

All traces had already been erased. Even when she had attacked them earlier, she had been careful not to leave them disfigured—though they would certainly be sore enough.

Besides, even if they dared tell anyone, they would only be the ones laughed at.

A bunch of big, burly boys losing miserably to three first-years?

They would be a joke.

As long as the incident remained contained among the students, even if a few more people came looking to provoke Vera, would they not simply be experience points delivered to her door?

Before leaving, Vera had even cautiously used the Magic Circuit to connect with Hogwarts and conceal every magical trace left in the classroom.

There was no helping it. She was the only person in the school who could communicate with Hogwarts now.

After they left this classroom, even if Dumbledore himself came, it would be difficult for him to notice that a chaotic brawl had taken place here.

Although a wizard at Dumbledore's level still had some chance of finding the traces, Vera was not worried.

After all, this involved Harry.

For the greater good in the future, what did a little scuffle matter?

[Current Mana Reserves: 46/155]

As she headed toward Gryffindor Tower, Vera took the time to check her current status.

As expected, her Magic Circuit experience had risen by a large amount. The progress bar toward breaking through to Control · Intermediate Rank had finally passed two-thirds.

Her mana limit had also increased by fifteen points, even more than she had estimated.

Who would have thought that all seven members of the Slytherin Quidditch team would make a move?

And each of them had taken two of her spells.

Not only had her own progress increased rapidly, but Slytherin would probably have a hard time in future Quidditch matches.

After all... injuries could heal, but once a captain lost his authority and no longer had any say, it was not difficult to imagine what would become of the entire team.

For a moment, Vera even considered going after the Quidditch teams of the other two houses.

But on second thought, she dismissed the somewhat absurd idea.

If she actually did that, not only Dumbledore, but the heads of all three other houses would come looking for trouble with her.

Listening to Harry excitedly recount the battle all the way back, Vera found herself relaxing for once.

Flint alone was not enough, but a whole Quidditch team's worth of wizards, even if they were still students, had been enough to verify her current strength.

Even in a wheelchair, it did not matter. She could still display strength far beyond that of her peers, even older students.

Her efforts over this period had finally not been in vain.

When they returned to the common room, the fire in the fireplace was still burning brightly. Several older students were discussing their schoolwork, and when they saw the girls enter, they merely nodded casually.

No one knew what they had just done.

"That felt so good!" As soon as they entered the dormitory, Harry started gesturing excitedly again. "You have no idea how awful Wood's face looked when I went to find him before and mentioned Flint!"

Yet tonight, they had beaten the entire Slytherin team so badly they could not find their bearings.

Even Hermione rarely smiled so brightly as she agreed.

Vera said nothing. She simply smiled quietly and rolled her wheelchair to the bedside.

Nox poked his head out of his cat bed, curiously looking at his unusually cheerful owner. He lightly jumped onto the bed and found a comfortable spot on Vera's lap to lie down.

Vera gently stroked the cat's soft fur, feeling the Magic Circuit slowly circulate within her body and restore her depleted mana.

Now that she had verified her current strength, the next step was to break through the Magic Circuit rank and then try to tame the Three-Headed Dog.

She turned to look toward the distant Forbidden Forest, a hint of interest appearing in her expression.

Hopefully, she would make it in time...

Old Voldemort, How Did You End Up Like This?

In the second week after the duel, everything was calm and peaceful.

Vera stirred her oatmeal, her gaze sweeping over the Slytherin table from the corner of her eye. Flint was tearing at his bread with a gloomy face, while every one of his teammates kept their eyes averted, completely unlike their usual arrogant selves.

"They're really scared out of their wits." Harry took a bite of bread and lowered her voice. "Yesterday, Adrian ran into me in the corridor and actually learned to step aside on his own."

Hermione smiled with pursed lips. "Serves them right. They were always bullying people."

Vera gently stirred her oatmeal without joining the conversation.

Quirrell had come today, but strangely, he was somewhat different from his previous timid, nervous state. His complexion looked slightly better, though he still twitched neurotically from time to time.

Studying Quirrell with some surprise, Vera narrowed her eyes. The Magic Circuit quietly began to operate, and through Circuit Vision, she could see that the Black Fog wrapped around Quirrell was a little thinner than before.

What did that mean?

Had Voldemort's condition improved? Or had they finally succeeded?

Vera's heart quietly sank.