For the first time, Ron realized that battles between wizards could be so brutal.

Harry always fought with grace.

Wandering between spells, like dancing, killing without leaving a trace, with just a light sword.

The battles between wizards were not very elegant. They just waved a small wooden stick back and forth. If one was not proficient in Transfiguration spells and could not hit the target, it would look a bit Lockhart-like and ridiculous.

But the duel between Bellatrix and Neville, no, the life-and-death struggle, was too ugly.

One is a highly skilled dark wizard.

One was taught by Harry.

But there was no beauty in the fight between them.

Bellatrix knew that she would not survive. Even if she could kill Neville, she could not escape from here, not to mention that Harry was watching there. He would not intervene in the fight, but he would never sit idly by and watch her take Neville's life. She almost never cast defensive spells on herself, fighting injury with injury, fighting life with life.

Spells, claws, teeth.

She used every weapon at her disposal.

Neville was as crazy as she was, and the only thing on his mind was "killing her".

Half an hour later.

Both men fell to the ground.

One of Bellatrix's arms was cut off, and Neville bit off a large piece of his other hand, so he couldn't even hold his wand.

Neville was not much better than her, his body was covered with scars, his lower abdomen and left leg kept twitching, he had withstood two Cruciatus Curses, a piece of flesh was gouged out of his right arm.

He was unwilling to fall down like this, so he struggled, holding the sword in his left hand, staggering and struggling to stand up, leaving two more scars on his body.

His heavy body and excessive blood loss made his vision go black.

Every step left a bloody footprint.

"Hehe." Neville laughed happily, pulling the wound, causing him to shed a few tears irresistibly, "Lestrange, I win."

He raised his right hand, pointing his wand at her.

The lips moved.

A "cr" sound was stuck in my throat. I wanted to say it, but I couldn't.

Bellatrix didn't even have the energy to mock him. She just grinned and moved her lips as if she wanted to say something.

Neville hesitated again and again, but still didn't recite the spell.

He put down his wand and drew out the steel sword that was supporting his body. His steps were staggering and his balance was unstable, but his wrist was steady. Without hesitation and with incredible precision, he stabbed the woman in front of him into the throat.

With a puff——

And Neville's farewell: "Goodbye, Bellatrix Lestrange."

He pulled out the sword, tried bit by bit, and after struggling to steady himself several times, he finally cut off the head.

Neville put his wand back into his robes, bent down, lifted Bellatrix's head, lifted it high, stood on tiptoe, and showed it to Harry. He shouted, "Happy birthday, Harry!"

He finished speaking.

The whole person fell down and hit Bellatrix's body hard.

"Neville!" Ron's face changed and he was about to climb down by grabbing the fence.

Harry grabbed him by the back of his collar and said, "Don't worry, Neville is just too tired, his breathing is still steady."

"Is he okay?" Ron turned around.

Harry nodded: "He knows how to protect himself."

As he spoke, he waved his wand lightly, and the arena created by the Transfiguration Spell disappeared, turning into rubble and dead branches all over the ground, falling back to its original place.

A piece of parchment flew out of the Sorting Hat, with a string of words written on it with a quill.

This is a letter to the Ministry of Magic.

Bellatrix Lestrange, a Death Eater who escaped from Malfoy Manor, met Hogwarts student Neville Longbottom on the way. She became malicious towards Mr. Longbottom and wanted to satisfy her desire to kill, so she took action, but in the end she was killed by Mr. Longbottom in self-defense.

The head was smashed.

Wait for Hedwig to come and take the letter away.

Harry then lifted up Neville and took him back to the Potter mansion.

The birthday dinner is ready, just waiting for the two protagonists to run away.

Hermione was also dressed up by Yennefer, who only slightly adjusted her hairstyle, changed the style of her skirt, and adjusted a few colors, but she suddenly became eye-catching. Tonks kept changing her hair color, pulling Hermione and Yennefer, trying to find the color that suited her best.

Creak—the door was pushed open.

Harry came in, dragging Neville with him, with Ron following behind.

Mrs. Longbottom, who was chatting with Geralt and Sirius on the sofa, suddenly looked unhappy. She stood up in a panic and walked over with a slender posture rarely seen in an elderly person. "Neville? What happened? Why is he..."

"Neville worked really hard on his birthday present," Harry answered her, smiling slightly, "Don't worry, he's fine, he's just a little hurt."

Gift?

Mrs. Longbottom frowned and gritted her teeth, somewhat dissatisfied.

What kind of birthday gift could cause such serious injuries to one's precious grandson!

I have always liked Harry.

I also think that he is one of the rare mature and steady characters in Gryffindor and a good boy.

result……

I brought my grandson over to hold a birthday party and even carefully selected a gift, but this is how I treat my grandson?

She was about to speak angrily.

Harry waved his wand and Neville's hand rose up. Until he fainted, he was still clutching Bellatrix's hair tightly. The dead head was revealed to Mrs. Longbottom.

"It's Lestrange?" Mrs. Longbottom was surprised. There was anger in her voice, all directed at this head. "It's her!"

She remembered this ugly, hideous face too well.

The Longbottoms could always remember her.

"Neville did it himself." Harry nodded. "I didn't help at all."

"Neville..." Mrs. Longbottom was startled, and looked down at her grandson tenderly, "Did he do it?"

She suddenly realized that her grandson had grown up.

His physique had become much more muscular, with some fine hair growing at the corners of his mouth, and his eyes were as strong as his father's.

In my impression.

He was still a small, chubby kid who could only hide behind himself and his uncle and would cry at the slightest noise; he was still rash and could not even remember the smallest things; he was still the little crybaby who couldn't wait to write to himself and cry about his life right after entering school, and who almost didn't make it into Gryffindor and almost became a Hufflepuff.

"Neville is very good, isn't he?" Mrs. Longbottom asked softly in a low voice.

Harry nodded. "Of course."

"Neville is excellent." Ron also echoed.

"Thank you, Harry," Mrs. Longbottom said again, quietly. "If it weren't for you..."

"Neville is Neville." Harry shook his head, "Should we wait until he wakes up before celebrating his birthday?"

"Let him have a good sleep." Madam Longbottom shook her head. "The wounds on his body also need to be treated. Lestrange was really cruel."

Ron curled his lips and shook his head, "Neville is also ruthless."

Several people looked towards him.

He shrank his neck and said, "Of course, this is as it should be. That bad woman Lestrange should be severely punished."