Scrimgeour becomes the new Minister of Magic.

The Daily Prophet advertised with great fanfare.

This is a minister who almost exactly fits the wizards' imagination - young, capable, good at dueling, and on good terms with Mr. Potter and Mr. Dumbledore.

The wizarding world of Great Britain seems to have ushered in another glorious era.

Godric's Hollow, Potter's Old House.

The family is reunited, gathered together, sitting on the couch, staring wide-eyed.

Geralt had planned to leave earlier.

But. The Minister of Magic has just been replaced, and in the world of ordinary people, the Prime Minister has just been replaced.

The Ministry of Magic is negotiating with the new Prime Minister, and it will take some time for the two of them to be resolved.

July is fast approaching, and Harry's birthday is approaching.

I just stayed and celebrated Harry's birthday first, and then I went about dealing with those things.

"Geralt and Yennefer." Sirius listened to Harry's explanation and hesitated to conclude, "Harry's godfather and godmother in another world? ”

Lupin sat next to Sirius, uncontrollably surprised.

Yennefer nodded, looking critically at Sirius.

She had learned about Sirius from Harry, and it was a little difficult for her to understand the big young boy.

Geralt leaned over and whispered to Lupin, curious about the werewolves of this world.

Another world.

Sirius and Lupin had a hard time accepting this, after all, they had never heard of the phenomenon of "Celestial Sphere Meeting", and if it weren't for Harry's always serious and Dumbledore's only innocuous jokes, they would have had a hard time believing it would be true.

A few days to get along.

They were all certain of one thing, Geralt seemed cold, but in fact he was warm-hearted and easy to get along with, while Yennefer was different, and like her cold appearance, he was extremely difficult to get along with.

Sirius was glad he had brought Kreacher with him, and only house-elves could serve this troublesome woman.

Against all odds.

Sirius thought he would be very repulsive to Geralt, such a "Harry father" who popped out of a crack in a stone, but in fact, they got along very well.

Drink and dance together.

Even train and learn together.

Embarrassed - that's what Yennefer said about them.

But a few of them, including Harry, were proud of the assessment.

All the way up to my birthday.

July 31.

The Weasleys, Hermione, and Longbottom, Neville, and his grandmother all arrived at the Potter House.

This room has become extraordinarily lively.

Yennefer walked over to Hermione and looked at her critically, "You're Hermione Granger?" ”

Hermione nodded obediently.

"You don't care about your body." Ye Naifa circled around her, "You can't learn from those stinky men and become so sloppy." ”

Hermione looked down, staring at her toes.

Don't take care of your body?

Oh. Why do you say that?

Obviously, I have been dressing up since the morning today, taking a shower, washing my hair, changing into the best clothes, and I have learned to put on makeup a little, and I will not be as exaggerated as last year, even my mother said that I am dressed up beautifully today, what's the matter with this woman, she is picky about herself as soon as she comes up.

"Ma'am, who are you?" She took a deep breath and looked up.

"Harry needs to call me Mommy, though he never did." Yennefer replied.

Harry reluctantly looked back: "Yennefer, you look too young, and it's not like I haven't used honorific titles, but you don't like it." ”

Yennefer's eyes became dangerous.

When Harry was a child, he was called Sister Yennefer at first, but when he learned Yennefa's real age, he stubbornly wanted to call his grandmother electrocuted several times before he realized that his mistake was corrected, and since then he has only been called "Yennefa", and he can't call "Sister" anymore anyway.

Harry tilted his head.

"Mom?" Hermione was surprised, her voice stammering and cramped, "Oh, godmother? But you look too young."

"Age is not a pleasant topic." Yennefer waved his hand and grabbed Hermione's hand, "How did you use the Transfiguration Charm?" ”

"It's not bad, this year's owls exam is likely to be O." Hermione replied honestly.

Ye Naifa nodded: "Very good, follow me upstairs, I have to teach you how to highlight the charm of women." ”

Hermione squirmed.

"Don't think Harry doesn't care." Yennefer sneered and his gaze fell on Geralt, "They are all the same, they look serious, but in fact. None of them are good. ”

She dragged Hermione and stomped up the stairs.

Neville and Sirius greeted each other and walked over quickly, "Harry, I didn't expect you to invite me over for your birthday. ”

"I've got a birthday present for you." Harry smiled.

Neville was stunned for a moment and nodded, "Thank you, I have one for you too." ”

"Do you want it now?" Harry asked him.

Neville was stunned again.

With a wave of his wand, Harry's Daily Prophet flew in and landed on him, "All the special gifts, do you want them now?" ”

Neville looked down at the newspaper, which was not dated that day, but the issue that published the news of the destruction of Malfoy's estate and the killing of Voldemort and the Death Eaters.

He thought of something and looked at Harry incredulously.

Harry nodded at him.

"Of course." Neville gritted his teeth and agreed.

Harry and Sirius greeted each other and led Neville out the door, and Ron, with the two of them allowed him, to walk through the trail to a remote and empty wilderness.

"Here it is." Neville didn't want to go any further, he couldn't wait.

Harry waved his wand.

Expulsion spells, shadow locks, and transformation spells to change the terrain, surrounded by high platforms and iron fences enclosing every inch of land.

When he was ready, he waved his wand, and a chest flew out of the Sorting Hat, and with two clicks, the box opened, and Bellatrix was stuffed inside in an eerie pose.

Neville stared at her viciously, his heart pounding, he couldn't hear the wind, he couldn't hear the whispering of summer insects.

In both ears, there is only tinnitus like electricity.

Harry flicked his wand.

The man came out of the chest, and Harry fed her the potion and tossed it aside, still being activated by the potion to wake her up.

"Neville, Neville." Harry shouted several times before he could come back to his senses and hear the others speak, "When Dumbledore and I arrived at Malfoy Manor, it was only Bellatrix who was there, and Barty Crouch Jr. didn't know where he was, and if I found his traces, I would tell you." ”

Neville took a deep breath, "She's already a great birthday present. ”

"Are you ready?" Harry whispered, "Next, use your own methods to kill her." ”

"Unless she wants to kill you, I won't do it."

Neville didn't speak, just nodded.

Harry carried Ron up the shape-out staircase to the platform, pulled his hat into his hat and took out a wand and threw it at Bellatrix's feet.

Ten minutes later.

Bellatrix wakes up in pain, and the time in Harry's hands is much more painful than in Azkaban, he will always try some strange methods, find a way to recover his memories, and sometimes even get blindfolded, taken to the middle of nowhere, and subjected to the transformation and study of dark magic.

When she woke up, she was used as experimental material.

At the end of the experiment, she was immediately knocked unconscious.

Is it another round of experiments?

She lay resignedly, but the expected pain did not come, and she could feel the breeze on her numb cheeks, and she could hear the rustling of leaves and the chirping of insects in her ears.

Bellatrix slowly opened his eyes, and the setting sun smeared the blood-red sky.

There are no restraints on the body.

She struggled to get up, and when she turned over, she noticed the wand in her hand and held it in her hand without hesitation.

When she was fully up, she noticed the high walls and fences around her, like the Colosseum. Like the audience, Harry watched from the high platform, the Weasley kid, and the little wizard who, like himself, was locked up in the Colosseum.

Some of them are familiar, as if they have seen them somewhere.

"Remember me? Bellatrix Lestrange. Neville spoke, his voice trembling slightly.

Bellatrix looked at him, struggling to remember, "You're Longbottom?" ”

"Looks like you still remember." Neville was even more excited, "That's right, I'm Longbottom, the son of Alice Longbottom, who was tortured by you with the Diamond Curse sixteen years ago. ”

Bellatrix laughed maniacally, "Alice? And Frank? Their son? ”

"You really look like your father."

"Are they still alive now? We didn't use the Requisition Charm at the time, it was just the Drill Heart Charm."

Neville interrupted her, and the lion growled, "Lestrange, you're not qualified to call them by name!" ”

"I'm here to get revenge on you!"

He clenched the sword he had drawn and raised the hand that held his wand.

"You?" Bellatrix was contemptuous, she looked up, "Potter, are you underestimating me too much, just a little wizard, or are you actually happy to see that the Longbottom family has been tortured by me?" ”

Harry didn't speak.

Ron was a little worried, "Harry, my mom said that Lestrange was a crazy woman, she was very."

Bellatrix, the notorious Death Eater, is known for being powerful and vicious.

Harry shook his head, looked at Neville, who was yelling at Bellatrix, and whispered, "It's Neville's choice. ”

"I think he's been looking forward to this day all along."

"And he's been preparing, hasn't he?"

"Trust him, he's a very good Gryffindor."

Neville waved his wand: "Lestrange, stop talking nonsense!" ”

Anger filled every part of his body, but his mind was still clear, and he put an armor spell on himself and recited the incantation.

Except for your weapons!

A red light shot out and headed for Bellatrix.

At this moment, the setting sun became more scarlet as if lit up by a spell.

(End of chapter)