Scrimgeour becomes the new Minister for Magic.

The Daily Prophet publicized it with great fanfare.

This is a minister who almost completely meets the wizards' imagination - young, capable, good at dueling, and has a good relationship with Mr. Potter and Mr. Dumbledore.

The magical world of Great Britain seems to have ushered in a glorious and brilliant era again.

Godric's Hollow, Potter's old house.

The family gathered together, sitting on the sofa, staring at each other.

Geralt had intended to set out earlier.

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

The Ministry of Magic was in the process of negotiating with the new Prime Minister, and it would take some time to process both of their identities.

July is almost over and Harry's birthday is coming.

I might as well stay and celebrate Harry's birthday first, and then deal with those things.

"Geralt and Yennefer." Sirius finished listening to Harry's explanation and concluded hesitantly, "Harry's godfather and godmother in the other world?"

Lupin sat next to Sirius, unable to suppress his surprise.

Yennefer nodded, eyeing Sirius critically.

She had learned about Sirius from Harry and found it difficult to understand this young boy.

Geralt leaned over and spoke to Lupin in a low voice. He was curious about the werewolves in this world.

Another World…

Sirius and Lupin found it difficult to accept this. After all, they had never heard of the phenomenon of "celestial sphere conjunction". If Harry had not been so serious and Dumbledore had not only made some insignificant jokes, they would have found it hard to believe that this could be true.

A few days of time together.

They were all sure of one thing, that although Geralt looked cold, he was actually warm-hearted and easy to get along with. Yennefer, on the other hand, was different. Just like her cold appearance, she was extremely difficult to get along with.

Sirius was glad that he had brought Kreacher with him, as only a house-elf could serve this troublesome woman.

Unexpected.

Sirius thought he would be very repulsive to Geralt, this "Harry's father" who seemed to have popped out of nowhere, but in fact, they got along very well.

Drink together and dance together.

Even train and study together.

In cahoots with each other - that's how Yennefer described them.

But several of them, even Harry, were very proud of this evaluation.

Until my birthday.

July 31st.

The Weasleys, Hermione, the Longbottoms, Neville and his grandmother all came to the Potter mansion together.

This room became extremely lively.

Yennefer walked up to Hermione and looked at her critically: "Are you Hermione Granger?"

Hermione nodded obediently.

"You don't take care of your body." Yennefer circled around her, "Don't learn from those stinky men and become so sloppy."

Hermione lowered her head and stared at her toes.

Don’t take care of your body?

Oh...why do you say that?

I had been dressing up since this morning, taking a shower, washing my hair, changing into my best clothes, and also learning how to put on makeup. I wasn't as exaggerated as I was last year. Even my mother said that I looked very beautiful today. What's wrong with this woman? She's so picky about me right from the start.

"Ma'am, who are you?" She took a deep breath and raised her head.

"Harry has to call me mother, even though he never does that," Yennefer replied.

Harry turned back helplessly: "Yennefer, you look too young. It's not like I haven't used honorifics before, but you don't like it."

Yennefer's eyes turned dangerous.

When Harry was a child, he called Yennefer "sister" at first. Later, when he learned Yennefer's real age, he stubbornly wanted to call her "grandma". After being shocked several times, he realized his mistake and corrected it. From then on, he only called her "Yennefer". Anyway, he could never call her "sister" again.

Harry looked away.

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

"Age is not a pleasant topic." Yennefer waved her hand and grabbed Hermione's hand. "How is your Transfiguration spell?"

"Not bad. I'm likely to get an O in this year's OWLS exam." Hermione answered honestly.

Yennefer nodded: "Very good, come upstairs with me, I have to teach you how a woman should highlight her charm."

Hermione shyly said.

"Don't think that Harry doesn't care." Yennefer sneered and looked at Geralt. "These witchers are all the same. They look serious, but in fact... they are not good people."

She dragged Hermione up the stairs.

Neville greeted Sirius and the others and walked over quickly: "Harry, I never thought that you would invite me to celebrate your birthday with you."

"I got you a birthday present." Harry smiled.

Neville was stunned and nodded: "Thank you, I prepared one for you too."

"Now?" Harry asked him.

Neville was stunned again.

Harry waved his wand and the Daily Prophet flew over and landed in his hand: "Everything is a very special gift. Do you want it now?"

Neville lowered his head and looked at the newspaper. The date on it was not today, but the issue that reported the destruction of Malfoy Manor and the killing of Voldemort and the Death Eaters.

He thought of something and looked at Harry in disbelief.

Harry nodded at him.

"Of course." Neville agreed through gritted teeth.

Harry said hello to Sirius and the others, then took Neville out. With their permission, Ron followed behind them, walking through the narrow path until they came to a remote and empty wilderness.

"Let's stay here." Neville didn't want to leave anymore. He couldn't wait any longer.

Harry waved his wand.

They used expelling spells, shadow-locking spells, and transformation spells to change the terrain. High platforms rose up all around, and iron fences surrounded every inch of land.

After making preparations, he waved his wand and a box flew out of the Sorting Hat. With two crisp clicks, the box opened and Bellatrix was stuffed inside in a strange posture.

Neville stared at her fiercely, his heart beating so hard that he could not hear the sound of the wind or the hum of summer insects.

There was only tinnitus in both ears, like an electric current.

Harry raised his wand.

The person came out of the box, and Harry fed her the potion and threw it aside. The potion still took effect and woke her up.

"Neville, Neville." Harry called several times before he came to his senses and could hear other people talking. "When Dumbledore and I arrived at Malfoy Manor, only Bellatrix was there. I don't know where Barty Crouch Jr. is. If I find any trace of him, I will tell you."

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

"Are you ready?" Harry said softly, "Next, kill her in your own way."

"I won't do anything unless she wants to kill you."

Neville said nothing, just nodded.

Harry carried Ron and walked up the transformed stairs to the platform. He reached into his hat again, took out a wand and threw it at Bellatrix's feet.

Ten minutes later.

Bellatrix woke up in pain. The time she spent in Harry's hands was much more painful than in Azkaban. She always tried some strange methods to restore her memory. Sometimes she was even blindfolded and taken to an unknown place to be transformed and studied by dark magic.

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

When the experimental research was over, she was immediately knocked unconscious.

Now...is this a new round of experiments?

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

Bellatrix slowly opened her eyes, and what she saw was the sky dyed blood red by the setting sun.

There were no restraints on my body.

She struggled to get up, and when she turned over, she noticed the wand at hand and grabbed it without hesitation.

When she stood up completely, she noticed the high walls and fences around her, like a Colosseum. Like the audience, Harry, the Weasley child, and the little wizard who was imprisoned in the Colosseum were watching from the high platform.

It looks familiar, as if I've seen it somewhere.

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

Bellatrix looked at him, trying to remember: "You are Longbottom?"

"It seems you still remember." Neville became even more excited. "Yes, I am Longbottom, the son of Alice Longbottom who was tortured by you with the Cruciatus 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 Killing Curse at that time, only the Cruciatus Curse..."

Neville interrupted her and growled like a lion: "Lestrange, you are not qualified to call them by their names!"

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

He gripped the steel sword he had drawn long ago and raised the hand holding the magic wand.

"You?" Bellatrix looked up with disdain. "Potter, do you underestimate me as just a little wizard? Or do you actually enjoy seeing the Longbottom family tortured by me?"

Harry said nothing.

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

Bellatrix, the infamous Death Eater, was known for her power and viciousness.

Harry shook his head, looked at Neville who was yelling at Bellatrix, and said softly: "This is Neville's choice."

"I think he has been looking forward to this day."

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

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

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

Rage filled every part of his body, except for his mind, which was still clear. He put an armor spell on himself and recited a spell.

Expelliarmus!

A beam of red light shot out and headed towards Bellatrix.

At this moment, the sunset seemed to be lit up by a spell and became even more scarlet.