The Wheelchair War God Is Speedrunning Hogwarts

An ordinary potioneer would find it difficult to heal her injuries, but Hogwarts had people of extraordinary skill—she could not place all her hopes on the Ancient Magic that had suddenly appeared.

The quill glided softly across the parchment, its ink gleaming faintly beneath the candlelight.

"Dear Professor Dumbledore:

I am writing this letter with utmost sincerity. As a new Hogwarts student about to enroll, I hope to discuss my physical condition with you in advance. Due to an accident, I currently require a wheelchair to move around..."

Author's Note: PY "Anon Chihaya Has Nine Wings"

[Girls' Love; Anon x Everyone; Supernatural Ability Mind Games]

Anon Chihaya became an out-of-control ability user after a disaster and had no choice but to drop out of school in England and return to Tokyo, intending to live as an ordinary person.

But reality would not allow it.

What she knew was that she had been surrounded by the remnants of the former hero team Crychic and pulled into a new group.

What she did not know was that her five close friends were actually members of the extremely dangerous ability-user criminal organization Ave Mujica.

Tomori shouted that she wanted to be with her for the rest of her life.

Taki wore a sour expression every day, as though she had some grudge against her.

Her favorite streamer, Nyamu, and her beloved idol, Uika Misumi, invited her on dates one after another.

Sakiko Togawa, wrapped in countless mysteries, lived with her—making bento during the day and becoming her mortal enemy at night.

Then there was Hitori Gotoh, who admired her, and Nina Iseri, who inexplicably held affection for her...

Oh, and from time to time, she still had to fight Ave Mujica alongside everyone from MyGO!!!!!

Sigh, amid this chaotic vortex, only Soyo Nagasaki was gentle and considerate—the sole harbor that could comfort her heart...

Huh? Why had Soyo ignored her when she greeted her just now?

Hm? What did they mean by saying she was not needed?

Hey, don't scare me like that!

Malfoy Mother and Son

The scratching of the quill was especially clear in the silent room.

After finishing, Vera carefully checked it over, folded the letter, slipped it into an envelope, and sealed it with wax.

"Kreacher."

The house-elf appeared at once and respectfully accepted the letter. "Miss... is this to be delivered to Headmaster Dumbledore?"

"Yes, use an owl." Vera nodded. "I would like to receive a reply as soon as possible."

"Yes." Kreacher bowed deeply and vanished with a crack.

Vera wheeled herself to the window and happened to see the last ray of sunlight disappear beyond the horizon over London.

There was still a month before Hogwarts began. She needed to make thorough preparations.

The first thing she needed to figure out was the cheat ability she now possessed.

She had more or less understood the various support functions of the Magic Circuit. This ability could not only enhance her magical perception and recovery speed, but also help her learn magic quickly.

More importantly, it seemed that she could only learn new Ancient Magic after raising the level of her Magic Circuit.

That was right. After comprehending Multicast, she had wanted to return to that Void Space and attempt to learn other Ancient Magic, but... she had been refused.

She could no longer enter it. She could not even observe it from afar.

So the key question now was: how could she raise the level of her Magic Circuit?

And how far was her current level from the [Mastery · High-Tier] required to learn Life Reconstruction?

She gazed into the night outside and tried once more to connect with the Magic Circuit within her. The crystal near her heart trembled faintly, and translucent words appeared across her retina:

[Current Magic Circuit Level: Awakening · Initial-Tier (37/100)]

[Magic Circuit Level Details: Awakening, Control, Mastery, Transcendence. Each stage is divided into three tiers.]

[Current Methods of Gaining Experience: 1. Practicing magic 2. Ancient Magic practice 3. Learning new spells 4. Combat]

Vera raised an eyebrow slightly. It seemed that the key to raising the Magic Circuit's level was continuously using magic. Whether conventional spells or Ancient Magic, both could accumulate experience.

At her current pace, raising the Magic Circuit to Awakening · High-Tier before school began should not be a problem.

But [Mastery · High-Tier] was likely still a long way off.

Lowering her head to look at her legs, which remained completely numb, Vera suddenly thought for no apparent reason of those green eyes like tender shoots in early spring. She unconsciously gripped her own leg.

No matter what, she would heal her legs, whatever method it took.

The next day, when Vera awoke from another nightmare, morning light had already spilled through the gap in the curtains.

She rubbed her temples. Last night's dream was still vivid—the car crash, the shriek of brakes, her adoptive mother's final scream...

Though they were not memories that belonged to her, her body retained an especially clear impression of those memories that had changed her fate.

Nox lightly jumped onto the bed, rubbed against her cheek beside her pillow, and meowed softly twice.

Vera came back to herself and stroked its soft fur, soothing it in a low voice. "I'm fine."

Just then, Kreacher's voice appeared at the doorway right on time. "Miss, guests have arrived. May I come in?"

Vera frowned slightly. The Black ancestral home rarely had visitors, especially at this time.

She quickly adjusted her nightgown and placed Nox on her lap. "Come in, Kreacher."

The house-elf pushed open the door, carrying a silver tray with her breakfast on it.

His large ears twitched uneasily. "Miss Narcissa and Young Master Draco have arrived. They are waiting for you in the drawing room."

Vera raised an eyebrow. It seemed her bargain-bin cousin had gone home to complain.

"I understand." Vera nodded calmly. "I need to change, wash up, and eat breakfast. I'm afraid Aunt Narcissa and my cousin will have to wait a moment."

Kreacher bowed respectfully. "Yes. Kreacher will properly attend to the two honored guests."

Vera nodded gently and wheeled herself to the dressing table. The girl in the mirror looked somewhat pale, with faint shadows beneath her eyes.

She brushed a hand over her cheek, her fingertips touching the fine golden patterns left by the Magic Circuit. They were more obvious than yesterday, like liquid sunlight flowing beneath her skin.

With a mere thought, all those patterns vanished beneath her skin once more.

Vera, who had read plenty of web novels in her previous life, did not find this phenomenon strange at all. Calmly, she selected a dark green robe, casually tied up her long hair with a ribbon, ate a simple breakfast, and only then wheeled herself out.

When her wheelchair slowly entered the drawing room, Narcissa Malfoy was sitting upright in an armchair beside the fireplace, her long fingers lightly brushing the rim of her teacup.

She wore a silver-gray robe, her pale golden hair elegantly pinned behind her head. Her features bore a faint resemblance to Vera's.

Draco stood beside his mother, looking somewhat uneasy upon seeing Vera.

"Vera, dear, good morning." Narcissa rose, a polite smile appearing on her face. "I hope we did not disturb your rest."

"Good morning, Aunt Narcissa." Vera stopped her wheelchair at a suitable distance and gave a slight nod. "And... Cousin Draco."

Draco pursed his lips and replied unwillingly beneath his mother's gaze, "Good morning, Cousin Vera."

Narcissa's gaze lingered on Vera's wheelchair for a moment before quickly shifting away. "I heard you received your Hogwarts acceptance letter? Lucius and I are both delighted that another member of the Black family will be attending school."

"Yes, I have already prepared all the necessities," Vera answered calmly.

Narcissa gave a slight nod. "Draco ran into you in Diagon Alley yesterday, but..."

Her voice paused, as though she were choosing her words. "Was there some unpleasantness between you?"

Vera looked up at Draco, who awkwardly averted his eyes.

She curled her lips faintly and replied with proper grace, "Just a small misunderstanding, Aunt."

Narcissa's brows furrowed almost imperceptibly. "Draco, apologize."

Draco's face immediately reddened. He stared wide-eyed at his mother. "But Mum—"

"Apologize," Narcissa repeated.

Draco's eyes flickered with resentment, but under Narcissa's gaze, he still turned to Vera, his voice stiff. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that."

Watching the interaction between mother and son, Vera suddenly found it rather amusing.

Of course, she could tell that Narcissa's defense of her was not sincere. It was more about preserving the fragile relationship between pure-blood families.

After all, she was now the Black family's only heir.

If she had been a Muggle-born witch instead, would she have received the same treatment?

The answer was obvious.

Author's Note: PY "I Am Your Deceased Emotional Support"

Snape

"It's all right," Vera said with a slight smile. "Cousin Draco."

She deliberately drew out the title a little, and sure enough, Draco's expression revealed a trace of indignation.

Narcissa, however, looked much more relaxed. Adopting the composed manner of a proper elder, she asked with concern, "Vera, regarding your... special circumstances, has Hogwarts made any arrangements?"

"Thank you for your concern, Aunt. I have already written to Headmaster Dumbledore," Vera replied calmly. "I believe the school will make suitable arrangements."

At the mention of Dumbledore's name, Narcissa stiffened almost imperceptibly before quickly returning to normal. "Of course. Hogwarts will take care of every student. However..."

Her gaze fell on Vera's legs. "As one of the school governors, Lucius can also offer some assistance. Naturally, that is only if you need it."

Vera understood the implication in her words—the Malfoy family was willing to help, but accepting that help would mean standing with them.

"Thank you for your kindness, Aunt," Vera replied without revealing anything. "If I need anything, I will contact you."

Narcissa seemed fairly satisfied with that answer. She rose gracefully. "It is getting late. We should be leaving. Draco, say goodbye to your cousin."

Draco stepped forward unwillingly. "Goodbye, Cousin Vera."

Vera noticed that his gaze still carried a degree of defiance, but it was at least more restrained than yesterday.

"See you when school starts, Cousin," she replied calmly.

After seeing the Malfoy mother and son off, Vera moved her wheelchair and watched through the window as they disappeared through the front gate. She let out a soft sigh.

"Miss Vera... do you not like them?" Kreacher asked cautiously.

In his heart, while his mistress was the daughter of the most respected Master Regulus, years of influence had left Kreacher with particular fondness for Narcissa and her son, who were pure-bloods and relatives of the Black family.

Vera withdrew her gaze. "It is not a matter of liking or disliking them, Kreacher. To us, they are merely relatives we need to keep at a distance."

Kreacher's large ears twitched, and he hesitated as though he wanted to speak.

Vera glanced at him and raised her voice in reminder. "I know what you are thinking, but no matter what, the Black family has only me left now."

The house-elf's body trembled. He lowered his head, his voice hoarse. "Kreacher will always be loyal to the Black family... loyal to Miss."

In the original story, when Sirius returned to the Black family, he was close to members of the Order of the Phoenix and deeply detested returning to the Black ancestral home itself, so his attitude toward Kreacher had not been particularly good.

This was also one reason Kreacher exploited the loophole in his orders and indirectly caused Sirius's death.

But Vera was different—she was neither a rebel like Sirius, who despised family traditions, nor a mad pure-blood supremacist like Bellatrix.

She simply... needed to make use of every resource available to her.

Therefore, when she learned that Narcissa was coming to visit, she had already prepared to give the house-elf some special guidance.

To remind him... who exactly was the one master he should serve.

Watching Kreacher bow so deeply that his nose nearly touched the floor, Vera airily told him to rise and prepared to head for the training room.

"Wait, Miss," Kreacher hurriedly said, producing a reply. "Headmaster Dumbledore's response arrived only a short while ago."

Vera raised an eyebrow, accepted the parchment carrying a faint scent of lemon, and broke the wax seal. Dumbledore's handwriting came into view:

"Dear Miss Black:

Thank you for your letter. Hogwarts welcomes every child with magical talent, regardless of their physical condition.

Regarding your special needs, I have discussed a solution with Professor McGonagall and Professor Flitwick. The school will place an Enhanced Levitation Charm on your wheelchair, and after you are Sorted, we will arrange special dormitory accommodations for you.

In addition, if you are willing, I will ask Madam Pomfrey and the Potions professor, Professor Severus Snape, to visit next Monday and conduct a comprehensive examination for you.

I look forward to your reply.

Yours faithfully,