The rustling sound of the quill was exceptionally clear in the silent room.
After finishing writing, Vera carefully checked it over, folded the letter paper, put it in an envelope, and sealed it with wax.
“Kreacher.”
The House-elf appeared in response, respectfully taking the letter: “Miss, is this… to be sent to Headmaster Dumbledore?”
“Yeah, just use an owl.” Vera nodded, “I want to receive a reply as soon as possible.”
“Yes.” Kreacher bowed deeply and disappeared with a pop.
Vera pushed her wheelchair to the window, just in time to see the last ray of sunlight sinking into the horizon above London.
There was still a month before Hogwarts started, and she needed to make full preparations.
First of all, what she needed to figure out was the cheat she currently possessed.
She had already roughly understood the various auxiliary functions of the Magic Circuit.
This ability could not only help her enhance magic perception and recovery speed, assisting her in quickly learning magic.
More importantly, it seemed that only after upgrading the level of the Magic Circuit could she learn new Ancient Magic again.
That’s right, after comprehending Multi-casting, she also wanted to continue returning to that void space and try learning other Ancient Magic, but… she was rejected.
She couldn’t get in anymore, not even just viewing it from afar.
Therefore, the key now became: how did she need to be able to upgrade the level of the Magic Circuit?
And how far was her current level from being able to learn the [Mastery · High Tier] of Life Remodeling?
She looked at the night view outside the window, trying to reconnect with the Magic Circuit in her body.
The crystal at her heart vibrated slightly, and translucent text emerged on her retina:
[Current Magic Circuit Level: Awakening · Initial Tier (37/100)]
[Magic Circuit Level Detailed Explanation: Awakening, Control, Mastery, Transcendence, each segment is divided into three tiers]
[Current Experience Acquisition Methods: 1. Practice magic 2. Ancient Magic Practice 3. Learn New Spells 4. Combat]
Vera raised her eyebrows slightly.
It seemed that the key to upgrading the Magic Circuit level was to continuously use magic.
If following the current progress, upgrading the Magic Circuit to Awakening · High Tier before school started should not be a problem.
But there was probably still a long way to go before reaching [Mastery · High Tier].
Looking down at her still senseless legs, for no reason, Vera suddenly recalled those green eyes like tender sprouts in early spring, and subconsciously tightened her grip on her legs.
No matter what, she would cure her legs, by whatever means necessary.
…
When the next day came and Vera woke from another nightmare once again, the morning light outside the window had spilled in through the gaps in the curtains.
She rubbed her temples, last night’s dream still clear—that car accident, the harsh screech of brakes, her adoptive mother’s final scream…
Even though it wasn’t a memory belonging to her, her body was particularly vivid about these memories that had changed her destiny.
Nox leaped lightly onto the bed, gently nuzzled her cheek beside her pillow, and let out two soft cries.
Vera snapped back to her senses, reached out to stroke its soft fur, and comforted it in a low voice: “I’m fine.”
At that moment, Kreacher’s voice appeared at the door on cue: “Miss, there are guests. May I come in?”
Vera frowned slightly.
The House of Black rarely had visitors, especially at this time.
She quickly straightened her nightrobe and placed Nox on her lap: “Come in, Kreacher.”
The House-elf pushed the door open, holding a silver tray in his hands, upon which lay her breakfast for today.
His large ears twitched uneasily: “Miss Narcissa and Master Draco have arrived and are waiting for you in the living room.”
Vera raised her eyebrows.
It seemed that her cheap cousin went back to complain.
“Understood.” Vera nodded calmly, “I need to change, wash up, and have breakfast. I’m afraid I’ll have to ask my aunt and cousin to wait a moment.”
Kreacher bowed respectfully: “Yes, Kreacher will properly entertain the two distinguished guests.”
Vera nodded gently, pushing her wheelchair to the vanity.
The young girl in the mirror looked slightly pale, with faint dark circles under her eyes.
She reached out to stroke her cheek, her fingertips touching the subtle golden lines left by the Magic Circuit. Follow the newest chapters on g.com.
They were more distinct than yesterday, like liquid sunlight flowing beneath the skin.
With just a thought, these patterns all disappeared beneath the skin again.
Regarding this phenomenon, Vera, who had read many web novels in her past life, didn’t find it strange at all.
She calmly chose a dark green robe, casually took a ribbon to tie up her long hair, simply finished her breakfast, and then pushed her wheelchair out the door.
When the wheelchair slowly drove into the living room, Narcissa Malfoy was sitting upright in an armchair by the fireplace, her slender fingers gently caressing the edge of her teacup.
She wore a silver-gray robe, her light golden hair elegantly coiled at the back of her head, and her face bore a two-to-three-tenths resemblance to Vera.
Draco stood beside his mother, and when he saw Vera, his eyes looked a bit unnatural.
“Vera, my dear, good morning.” Narcissa stood up with a polite smile on her face, “I hope we haven’t disturbed your rest.”
“Good morning, Aunt Narcissa.” Vera pushed her wheelchair to stop at an appropriate distance and nodded slightly, “And… Cousin Draco.”
Draco curled his lip and responded reluctantly under his mother’s gaze: “Good morning, Cousin Vera.”
Narcissa’s gaze lingered on Vera’s wheelchair for a moment before quickly looking away: “I heard you received an acceptance letter from Hogwarts? Both Lucius and I are very glad that another member of the Black Family is about to enroll.”
“Yes, I have prepared all the essentials.” Vera replied calmly.
Narcissa nodded slightly: “Draco met you in Diagon Alley yesterday, but…”
Her voice paused for a moment, as if weighing her words, “Were there some unpleasantness between you two?”
Vera looked up at Draco, who uncomfortably looked away.
She gently hooked the corners of her mouth and responded appropriately: “Just some small misunderstandings, Aunt.”
Narcissa’s brows furrowed imperceptibly: “Draco, apologize.”
Draco’s face suddenly flushed red, and he stared at his mother with wide eyes: “But Mom—”
“Apologize.” Narcissa repeated again.
There was unwillingness flashing in Draco’s eyes, but under Narcissa’s gaze, he still turned to Vera, his voice stiff: “Sorry, I shouldn’t have said that.”
Watching the interaction between this mother and son, Vera suddenly found it somewhat amusing.
She could certainly tell that Narcissa’s defense of her was not out of sincerity, but more to maintain that bit of relationship between pure-blood families.
Who made her the only heir of the Black Family right now?
If it were a Muggle-born Wizard, would they still receive this kind of treatment?
The answer was beyond doubt.