Neville didn't make it to tonight's birthday party.

The injuries on the body were severe.

But the people of the Order of the Phoenix are good at healing themselves, and Mrs. Longbottom, who also has a lot of experience in healing her grandson's wounds, placed Neville in the guest room and continued to celebrate his birthday.

Harry hadn't had a drink with Geralt in a long time.

Sirius was mixed in.

The scene was out of control.

Hermione hugged her knees and sat on the sidelines, looking at them worriedly.

Sirius was fine, he had to drink it in one sip and one sip, but Harry and Geralt were different in that they drank it bottle after bottle.

In less than half an hour, more than a dozen bottles of vodka bottomed out.

The last time I saw so many empty bottles was when Gryffindor celebrated, but it was a whole Gryffindor! And now, there were only three of them, Harry and Geralt to be exact, and Sirius had only just finished the first bottle by now, and the second bottle had only been uncorked.

"Don't worry so much about them." Ye Naifa walked over and sat down beside her, "The witcher doesn't have an accident because of this little wine, of course, the smell is too bad. ”

"Geralt, he doesn't want to sleep with me tonight."

Hermione blushed slightly: "Is it really going to be okay?" ”

"Really." Ye Naifa ruffled his hair, "What's the point of watching a group of men drink, go, I'll continue to teach you some feminine charms." ”

"Of course, you can also teach me those beauty magic, it's so interesting."

She pulled Hermione away.

Without women around, the topic of several men is more open.

Geralt didn't even know what he had done so many interesting things.

After drinking too much with Lambert, he instigated the four of them to steal Yennefer's clothes and were caught.

"It does sound like Lambert would do." Geralt burped, "It would be nice if he was here too." ”

"At least we don't have to off Yennefer anymore, we don't have to steal her clothes." Harry poured himself another glass of wine.

Sirius looked at them dumbfounded, holding his cup and staring at them blankly.

Lupin was also dumbfounded.

He hadn't drunk much, and his mind was fairly clear, not because alcohol made him stupid, but because of the news - Harry, Geralt, they all looked serious, and they were able to act Sirius-like?

Geralt was stunned, his head slowing down, "Oh, yes, this is a village, we can go buy it, Harry, you're rich." ”

Harry shook his head: "No, you don't have to buy it, I can do magic, very beautiful magic." ”

He pulled out his wand and waved it lightly.

Geralt's loose tracksuit immediately twisted into a pompous gown with a black background and violet accents, as well as lace cutouts.

He looked down, "Harry, a little tight, chest position." ”

Harry waved his wand again.

Geralt's pectoral muscles became more toned without exercise.

"Oh, how else can magic go this far?" Geralt felt the strange feeling, "Oh, no wonder Yennefer doesn't like it, it's so cumbersome. ”

"Of course it's cumbersome." Sirius snapped, "I'm glad I'm not a woman. ”

Geralt tilted his head: "Is there any magic that can completely transform into another person?" ”

"I mean, everything becomes a different person."

Harry nodded: "Of course, the Polyjuice Potion can do it, you just need a little hair, skin, and even toenails that you want to become that person, throw in the potion, and drink it, and you will become that person." ”

"Can a man become a woman?" Geralt looked strange.

Harry replied, "Of course. ”

"Geralt, don't have that thought, it's disgusting."

Sirius tilted his head, unable to react, why did he suddenly make such an evaluation as "disgusting".

"I asked for Lambert." Geralt suddenly spoke in a serious tone, "I think he must need that thing very much." ”

"Why didn't you say help Eskel's mother?" Harry waved his hand, "I think he must be in need of a little bit of your hair." ”

Geralt squirmed, "Damn, I've provoked enough of the ladies. ”

"Then you won't mind messing with any more." Harry toned and drank another large cup.

Geralt talks about his old days.

Harry could hear it, and it was the first time he knew that Geralt had provoked so many sorceresses, such as Frigila and Estrid, and that it was not only the sorceress that he had provoked, but also the princess of a certain country and Dandrien's classmates

Sirius muttered with envy on his face, "What's so good about falling in love so many times?" ”

"Women make men more mature." Geralt sighed.

Lupin tilted his head, a little distracted.

They drank until dawn.

The next day, the Weasleys woke up - yesterday George and Fred wanted to stay and drink together, but were captured by Molly and forcibly forbidden, and the other family chatted, not to join in the fun, and Dumbledore, Tonks, and Hermione and Yennefer, they saw the unbelievable scene.

Geralt was lying on the couch in a luxurious gown, and the chest muscles that Harry had conjured up yesterday hadn't retracted.

Sirius donned his troll armor and held a broomstick.

Harry even rode on the handrail of the stairs.

Only Lupin was at his best, lying on the table, honestly—if he wasn't naked.

It took a long time to clean up the messy scene.

Geralt and Harry didn't feel like they had drunk dozens of bottles last night, and they woke up and packed themselves up as if nothing had happened last night.

Sirius couldn't get up.

He drank a decent amount of alcohol, but compared to the witcher, it was nothing, and he lay groggy in bed.

Lupin hadn't drunk much before.

But after Harry and the others got drunk, he drank alone, without saying a word, and drank himself down, like Sirius, groggy and bedmate.

Geralt had to wait until Lupin was fully recovered before setting off with him on the road.

Rita was very attentive, and Mundungus worked hard, but Legnark seemed to have disappeared from this world, no, it should be said that the elves who were hostile to human wizards seemed to have disappeared from this world, they worked hard and seriously, but they never found a reliable piece of information.

No Legnack, no master blacksmith.

Geralt had to wear snakeskin armor forged by ordinary people, with little magical ability. The craftsmanship is not bad, but it is still a lot worse than the troll leather armor and the snakeskin armor on Harry.

They departed from London, boarded a plane, and flew to the Germanic region.

Yennefer was also busy.

Hermione was a good helper, not only could she keep up with her train of thought, but she was also very smart, often giving some useful advice, and most importantly, she could take Yennefer in and out of various large libraries - of course, this time also gave Hermione a good idea of what Yennefer's temper was.

In just half a month, more people have been beaten by Ye Naifa than she has beaten together in more than ten years.

The results of the owls were also sent during this time.

Due to the transfer of power within the Ministry of Magic, as well as the Aurors' office's scout of the Death Eaters, the results were delayed for a while.

All of Harry's references were "O's", ten in all, and he didn't take part in arithmetic divination or Muggle studies.

Hermione got twelve "O's" and got the best grades in each of the reference subjects.

Became the third student in Hogwarts history to achieve an "O" in all exams.

And before her, there were only two people who did this.

One is Tom Riddle and the other is Barty Crouch Jr.

Dumbledore didn't.

Of course, he, like Harry, didn't take all the courses.

Bill, Charlie, Percy, although they have twelve certificates - but to get the owls certificate, there is no requirement for a "O", as long as there is a "A" passing level, the Ministry of Magic will send the certificate.

This made Hermione feel a little awkward.

How

Yourself and them are on a notch?

Ron, like Harry, took ten exams, but only got eight "O's", and the remaining two didn't get the best grades, but they all managed to get certificates, and he didn't study the history of magic very seriously, only getting an "A", just stuck in the passing line of the certificate, and filled in some theoretical knowledge incorrectly, and only got an "E".

Of the three, Ron had the worst grades.

But this is enough to make Molly excited, the Weasley family has another good boy, and every subject he refers to has obtained certificates, among so many children in the Weasley family, only Bill, Charlie, Percy have done it, George and Fred have not been able to get all the certificates.

The only pity is that Ron didn't refer to the twelve subjects, otherwise the four children in the family who got the twelve certificates would have more face to say.

They're busy.

For the new school year, or to investigate Voldemort, look for Ciri.

Malfoy Manor.

The house that had been burned down and turned into ruins was now new and the same as ever, and the wizards were good at magic and were able to rebuild the house in just half a month.

Narcissa sat in the doorway, stupidly staring ahead.

She's been waiting here for a long time.

Eat here, sleep here.

The sound of footsteps came to her ears from afar, and she looked numb and unmoved.

"Mom, I'm back." A familiar voice came after the footsteps stopped.

Narcissa jerked her head up.

It's the only concern in his heart now, his son, Draco Malfoy.

Tears rolled out of the withered eye sockets, down the withered cheeks, and fell on the withered land.

The last time I saw him, it has changed too much.

Taller, about half a head, a lot thinner, the robes that were originally close to the body now look a little bloated, with many more scars on the body, two on the neck, five on the face, and countless bare arms.

And those beautiful gray eyes, one rolled the whites of their eyes, and it was foggy.

"Draco, your eyes?" Her voice trembled.

Draco raised his hand and touched it, "Cursed by Bella." ”

"I'm sorry, Mom, I'm only back now."

He tried to explain: "I've been on the run, I didn't subscribe to the Daily Prophet, and I didn't happen to see the newspaper the other day that Voldemort was dead." ”

"Looks like he's dead."

Narcissa nodded, tears rolling even more: "Potter killed him." ”

"And Dad, who was killed by Potter too?" Draco's voice was deep.

Narcissa shook her head: "No, yes, it was the Dark Lord who killed him, he wanted to protect me, but"

Draco didn't speak, he sat down beside his mother, the Slytherin prefect badge on his robe, which was always new, glowing green.

After a long while, he spoke: "Don't worry, Mom." ”

"I'll get everything back."

He raised his wand and re-chanted the spell for Malfoy Manor, casting one spell after another from his memory that had protected Malfoy Manor, but had been extinguished with a fierce fire.

It's just that there are some spells that he hasn't learned yet.

(End of chapter)