The Wheelchair War God Is Speedrunning Hogwarts

"Albus Dumbledore."

Vera gently folded the letter, a faint smile appearing at the corners of her lips.

Dumbledore's reply was exactly as expected. The greatest wizard of the age had never refused a student in need of legitimate help.

"Will Miss be replying?" Kreacher asked quietly.

"Of course." Vera picked up a quill and wrote a brief reply on parchment, thanking Dumbledore for his arrangements and confirming that she would be waiting for Madam Pomfrey and Professor Snape's visit on time.

After Kreacher sent off the reply, Vera wheeled herself to the training room and continued on her path of leveling up.

Over the following days, Vera devoted herself almost entirely to practice.

Every morning, Kreacher helped her to the training room, and she did not return to her bedroom until late at night.

With the support of her Magic Circuit and ancient magic, she progressed far faster than ordinary wizards, and her control over the Magic Circuit grew increasingly proficient.

Aside from the basic Severing Charm, she also learned the Levitation Charm, Leg-Locker Curse, and several simple defensive spells through magical retracing.

As for anything more advanced, it was still rather beyond her at the moment.

As she used it more frequently, her Magic Circuit successfully advanced to [Awakening · Mid-Tier]. Her maximum magical reserves also rose from the initial 30 points to 50 points, while her recovery rate increased to 13 per hour.

She estimated that before school began, she would master most of the basic spells listed in The Standard Book of Spells, Grade 1, and her Magic Circuit would reach [Awakening · High-Tier].

By Monday morning, Vera had risen early, changed into a simple robe, and tied her hair neatly behind her head.

Kreacher prepared a lavish breakfast for her, but she only took a few casual bites before wheeling herself into the sitting room to wait.

There was still plenty of time before the appointment, so Vera simply took out a copy of A Beginner's Guide to Transfiguration and read to pass the time.

At exactly ten in the morning, the flames in the fireplace suddenly turned emerald green. Accompanied by the faint sound of Floo powder, two figures stepped out of the fire.

The first was a kind-faced witch dressed in neat healer's robes, her gray-white hair gathered into a simple bun.

Close behind her came a wizard in black robes. His expression was gloomy, his black hair greasy, and his hooked nose cast a shadow across his pale face.

"Good morning, Miss Black." The witch stepped forward with a smile. "I am Poppy Pomfrey, Hogwarts' matron. This is Severus Snape, the Potions professor."

Vera closed her book and saw that this double agent was currently studying her with a scrutinizing gaze.

Had he thought of Regulus, who had once been a Death Eater like him?

She met his gaze without the slightest fear.

( Bocchi the Rock + Go + GBC + ????? )

The keyboardist committed suicide, the bassist returned home, the drummer went to prison, and the lead guitarist—one of the only two core members—retired. Yoru, once a popular young band in Shimokitazawa, was disbanded by its core vocalist, Xiao Chen Yueji.

She had once imagined following in her old partner's footsteps and living a secluded life, but reality was...

"Xiao Chen, please."

On the very day the band ended, the captain of Kessoku Band cried her into submission, making her their ghost member—someone who did not attend regular rehearsals or handle ordinary matters, only stepping in to save the day and offer guidance.

"I can no longer imagine CRYCHIC's future without you, senpai."

"Xiao Chen, please become the one who watches over our band!"

Unable to refuse the pleas of Sakiko Togawa, Nina Iseri, and the others, she became their ghost member with no way to voice her suffering.

No, this was no good. There were too many of them...

Just then, her old partner, Mr. N, came running over to ask for a reconciliation.

Xiao Chen Yueji, whose time had long since been completely booked, fell silent.

So she used the wrong method to get rid of her burdens, except...

"Is this... really right?"

Some time later, Xiao Chen Yueji, having been "used" in turns by several bands, asked that very question.

As everyone knew, war gods were always frail and sickly.

According to Kreacher, Vera had inherited the Black family's good looks and bore quite a resemblance to her biological father.

Her Charisma stat of 8 was already proof enough of that.

As for whom Snape might think of upon seeing her, she had no idea.

Without giving anything away, Vera wheeled herself forward and gave a slight nod. "Good morning, Madam Pomfrey, Professor Snape. Thank you for coming all this way."

"No need to be so polite, dear," Madam Pomfrey said kindly. "Could we find somewhere to sit first? I need to understand your condition in detail."

Kreacher appeared at just the right moment, leading them into the reception room and serving hot tea and pastries.

Madam Pomfrey drew her wand and gave it a light wave. "Please relax, Miss Black. I need to perform a basic examination first."

A gentle blue light flowed from the tip of her wand, enveloping Vera's entire body like rippling water.

Vera could clearly see the paths the magic took through her body—it traveled down her spine and gradually dimmed below her waist.

Madam Pomfrey's brows slowly furrowed. "The situation is more complicated than I imagined..."

She hesitated, seemingly struggling over whether to tell the diagnosis to an eleven-year-old girl.

But... there were clearly no adults left in the Black family to make decisions for Vera.

Vera noticed Madam Pomfrey's concern and said calmly, "Please tell me plainly, Madam. I have the right to know my condition."

Madam Pomfrey exchanged a glance with Snape before finally sighing. "A complete spinal cord injury, as well as severe compression of some nerves, resulting in irreversible damage..."

"Yes. The car struck from the side. My adoptive mother barely managed to push me out of it, but my lower body was still trapped between the car door and the wall," Vera explained calmly.

During the first three days after transmigrating, she had spent a long time accepting her current condition and sorting through the original Vera's background.

From those few memories, the original Vera appeared never to have met her biological parents. She had been adopted by a Muggle foster mother from a young age and had no idea that she was a witch.

It was only after the car accident, when she had been sent to the hospital and declared beyond saving, that Kreacher—who had been searching for Regulus's orphan—found her and took her to St Mungo's.

The good news was that magic in this era did indeed possess certain advantages over Muggle medicine. It successfully saved Vera when she was on the brink of death, but... that was all it could do.

For the next half year, Vera could only struggle against illness every day.

But a ten-year-old girl with no family or friends, cared for only by a house-elf, ultimately lost the will to fight and passed away quietly a few days before receiving her Hogwarts letter.

That was when Vera transmigrated into this body.

After hearing her explanation, the expressions of the two adult wizards present became even graver.

"Poor child..." Madam Pomfrey sighed softly. Her gaze toward Vera gained a touch more tenderness as she continued, "The neural connections have been almost completely severed, and the muscles have atrophied to varying degrees..."

Snape suddenly spoke, his oppressive gaze fixed intently on Vera. "What potions have you been taking?"

Vera motioned for Kreacher to bring over the medicine case. "Mostly muscle-repair potions and nerve-soothing agents. I also take a strong healing potion once a week."

Snape picked up a bottle of emerald-green potion, gently shook it, and held it up to the light for a moment before commenting bluntly, "The formula is outdated, the preparation process crude, and the therapeutic effect extremely limited."

Kreacher's ears immediately drooped as he defended himself in a small voice. "Those were prescribed by the best healers at St Mungo's..."

Snape snorted and set the bottle back on the table. "Clearly, this potioneer's competence is open to question."

He turned to Madam Pomfrey. "What do you think?"

Madam Pomfrey put away her wand and hesitated before saying, "Honestly, given the current standard of magical medicine, we can only try brewing some stronger potions. At the very least... they may ease the pain and slow the muscular atrophy."

The implication was that she, too, believed there was little hope of a complete cure.

Vera let out a soft breath, with little visible change in her expression.

"I understand. Thank you for your diagnosis," she said calmly. "Being able to alleviate the symptoms is already very good."

Snape's eyes narrowed slightly, his gaze taking on a hint of scrutiny. "Miss Black, you do not seem surprised by this result."

Vera met his gaze openly. "Professor, I have lived with these legs for over half a year. Clearly, I have learned to accept reality."

"Admirably... rational." Snape's expression seemed to darken further, but he did not pursue the matter.

Madam Pomfrey also took several small bottles from the medical case she had brought with her. "Dear, these are some potions I prepared to help ease nerve pain and muscle spasms. Also—"

She hesitated before taking out another small bottle. "This is a strong nutritional supplement. You are far too thin and weak. You need more nourishment."

Vera accepted the potions and thanked her softly.

She could feel the pity in Madam Pomfrey's eyes, and it made her somewhat uncomfortable.

Snape suddenly took out a sheet of parchment from the inner pocket of his robes, quickly wrote several lines with a quill, and handed it to Kreacher.

"Prepare the ingredients according to this formula," he said without looking up. "From now on, they will be delivered by owl every week. At the very least, they will be more effective than what you are currently using..."

Kreacher took the formula with trembling hands and looked as if he were about to cry. "Thank you, Professor Snape! Kreacher will prepare everything!"

Vera was not particularly surprised. Setting aside Snape's identity as a double agent, this had been a task assigned by Dumbledore. He had to do something.

"Thank you very much, Professor," she said sincerely. "This will help me greatly."

Snape stopped writing, glanced at her, and simply replied, "It is my duty."

After the examination, Madam Pomfrey carefully recorded Vera's various measurements and promised to coordinate with Hogwarts' other professors to ensure her daily life at school would be convenient. Then she and Snape left once more through the Floo Network.

Vera leaned gently against the back of her wheelchair and lowered her eyes to look at her legs.

"Irreversible damage..."

Kreacher cautiously moved closer. "Miss... are you all right?"

"I am fine, Kreacher," Vera answered softly, her gaze falling on the formula Snape had left behind. "Prepare the ingredients as the professor instructed."

"Yes, Miss!" The house-elf bowed deeply and vanished with a pop.

Starting from Platform Nine and Three-Quarters.

The following days passed like flowing water, and before she knew it, the day school began had arrived.

During that time, Vera's Magic Circuit successfully advanced to [Awakening · High-Tier]. Her maximum magical reserves reached 90 points, while her recovery rate increased to 19.5 per hour.

Through practice, she had mastered every basic spell listed in The Standard Book of Spells, Grade 1 and could skillfully use the fundamentals of [Multiple Casting].

The potions Snape sent were indeed far more effective than those from St Mungo's. At the very least, she no longer had to endure that piercing agony, and moving around had become much easier.

Kreacher supervised her daily medication and prepared all kinds of nutritious meals, ensuring that her physical condition could handle the school life ahead.

Finally, September first arrived. Morning sunlight streamed through the gap in the curtains. Vera sat in her wheelchair as light filtered through the stained-glass window, falling across her silver-gray hair and casting a faint rainbow sheen over it.

"Miss," Kreacher's voice sounded from outside the door, "are you ready to leave?"

"Yes." Vera came back to herself and wheeled toward the door.

Everything had been checked. In addition to the necessary books, she had also brought some... magical items that might prove useful later.

"Does Miss truly not need Kreacher to accompany her?" The house-elf pushed her before the fireplace, his eyes filled with worry.

"I can take care of myself now," Vera replied calmly. "Besides, you are needed more at home."

Kreacher sniffled. "Master Regulus said the same thing when he first went to Hogwarts..."

Vera did not interrupt the house-elf's rambling. Ever since the acceptance letter had arrived, Kreacher had often fallen into such memories.

She merely adjusted her collar in silence and looked at the pale girl in the mirror—silver-gray hair falling over her shoulders, black eyes holding a calmness that did not belong to someone her age.

"Is the luggage ready?" she asked softly.

Kreacher immediately straightened his hunched back. "It is all stored in the wheelchair compartment enchanted with the Undetectable Extension Charm!"

Vera looked up just in time to see Nox leap down from a beam and land lightly in her lap, the silver fur at the tip of his tail brushing against her wrist.

Then, with almost no effort at all, Vera traveled alone through the Floo Network to King's Cross Station.

Only when Vera passed through the magical barrier of Platform Nine and Three-Quarters alone and arrived before the steam-shrouded Hogwarts Express did she discover that quite a few students and parents had already gathered there.

She wheeled herself slowly forward, her gaze sweeping over the excited first-years and the reluctant parents on the platform.

Nox poked his head out from her lap and curiously looked around as well.

Suddenly, a familiar voice called out from behind her. "Vera! I'm over here!"

Turning at the sound, she saw a slightly messy head of black hair suddenly rise above the bustling crowd as sunlight streamed through it.

Harry Potter was desperately waving at her, her green eyes sparkling behind her glasses.

She was dragging a suitcase clearly larger than she was and carrying a bulging backpack on her back, looking as though she might topple over at any moment.

Vera instinctively wheeled herself a little closer to her, while Nox excitedly wagged his tail in her lap.