Neville couldn't attend his birthday party tonight.

The injuries on his body are very serious.

But the people in the Order of the Phoenix were all good at self-healing, and Mrs. Longbottom also had a lot of experience in healing her own grandson, so they placed Neville in the guest room and continued to celebrate his birthday.

It had been a long time since Harry and Geralt had a drink.

Sirius got involved again.

The situation got out of control.

Hermione sat aside, hugging her knees, and looked at them worriedly.

Sirius was fine, he drank it one sip at a time, but Harry and Geralt were different, they drank it bottle by bottle.

In less than half an hour, more than ten bottles of vodka were finished.

The last time I saw so many empty bottles was when Gryffindor was celebrating, but that was a whole Gryffindor! Now, there were only three people, to be exact, only Harry and Geralt. Sirius had just finished the first bottle and had just uncorked the second one.

"Don't worry about them." Yennefer came over and sat next to her. "The witcher won't get into trouble because of this little bit of wine. Of course, the smell is really terrible."

"Geralt, don't even think about sleeping with me tonight."

Hermione blushed slightly: "Is it really okay?"

"Really." Yennefer lifted her hair and said, "What's the point of watching a group of men drinking? Come on, I will continue to teach you some charms of women."

"Of course, teach me your beauty magic too, it's so interesting."

She pulled Hermione away.

Without women around, the men's topics of conversation became more open.

Geralt didn't even know 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 they were caught in the act.

“That certainly sounds like something Lambert would do.” Geralt burped. “It would be nice if he were here too.”

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

Sirius looked stupid, holding the cup and staring at them blankly.

Lupin was also dumbfounded.

He didn't drink much and his mind was still clear. It wasn't the alcohol that made him stupid, but the news - Harry and Geralt, they both looked very serious, but how could they behave like Sirius?

Geralt was startled and his mind was slow: "Oh, yes, this is a village, we can go buy it, Harry, you are rich."

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

He took out his wand and waved it gently.

Geralt's loose sportswear was immediately twisted into a flamboyant little dress with a black base, violet accents, and lace hollow patterns.

He looked down. "Harry, it's a little tight around the chest."

Harry waved his wand again.

Geralt's pectoral muscles became more muscular without any exercise.

"Oh, magic can be done to this extent?" Geralt felt this strange feeling. "Oh, no wonder Yennefer doesn't like it, it turns out to be such a burden."

"Of course it's a burden." Sirius said confidently, "I'm glad I'm not a woman."

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

"I mean everything, becoming another person."

Harry nodded. "Of course, Polyjuice Potion can do it. All you need is a bit of hair, skin, or even a toenail of the person you want to become. Throw it into the potion, then drink it, and you will become that person."

"Men can also become women?" Geralt looked strange.

Harry replied, "Of course."

"Geralt, don't have such thoughts. It's disgusting."

Sirius tilted his head, unable to react as to why the comment "disgusting" suddenly popped up.

“I’m asking on Lambert’s behalf.” Geralt suddenly said seriously, “I think he must really need that thing.”

"Why didn't you say you were helping Eskel's mother?" Harry waved his hands. "I thought he really needed some of your hair."

Geralt said, "Damn it, I've messed with enough ladies."

"Then you wouldn't mind provoking more." Harry sighed and drank another large glass.

Geralt told of his old stories.

Harry listened in fascination. It was also the first time he knew that Geralt had offended so many sorceresses, such as Fringilla and Astrid. Moreover, he had offended not only sorceresses, but also a princess of a certain country and Dandelion's classmate...

Sirius grumbled with envy: "What's so good about having so many relationships?"

"Women make men more mature." Geralt sighed.

Lupin tilted his head, a little absent-minded.

They drank until dawn.

The next day, the Weasley family who stayed overnight woke up. Yesterday, George and Fred wanted to stay and drink together, but were caught by Molly and forbade. They were told not to join the other families chatting. Dumbledore, Tonks, Hermione and Yennefer also saw an incredible scene.

Geralt was lying on the sofa in his luxurious robe, and the pectoral muscles that Harry had conjured up yesterday had not yet retracted.

Sirius put on troll armor and held a broom.

Harry even rode on the banister.

Only Lupin was in the best condition, lying on the table, obediently - if, that is, he was not naked from the waist down.

It took a long time to clean up the mess.

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

Sirius couldn't get up.

He could drink quite a bit, but compared to the witcher, it was nothing. He lay on the bed in a daze.

Lupin had not drunk much before.

But after Harry and the others got drunk, he drank alone without saying a word and got himself drunk. Like Sirius, he became drowsy and slept with her.

Geralt had to wait until Lupin fully recovered before setting out on the journey with him.

Rita was very attentive, and Mundungus also put in a lot of effort, but Ragnak seemed to have disappeared from this world. No, it should be said that those goblins who were hostile to human wizards seemed to have disappeared from this world. They tried very hard and were very serious, but they had never been able to find any reliable information.

There was no Ragnak, no Master Blacksmith.

Geralt had to wear snakeskin armor forged by ordinary people, which had no magical power. The craftsmanship was pretty good, but it was still far inferior to the troll leather armor or the snakeskin armor Harry was wearing.

They set out from London, boarded a plane and flew to Germany.

Yennefer also became busy.

Hermione is a good helper. Not only can she keep up with her thinking, but she is also very smart and can often come up with some useful suggestions. Most importantly, she can take Yennefer to various large libraries - of course, this period of time also allows Hermione to get a good look at Yennefer's temper.

In just half a month, the number of people beaten by Yennefer was more than the number she had beaten in more than ten years combined.

Owls's grades were also sent during this period.

Due to the transfer of power within the Ministry of Magic and the Auror Office's crackdown on Death Eaters, the results were delayed for a while.

All the subjects Harry took were "O", a total of ten, and he did not take Arithmancy and Muggle Studies.

Hermione got twelve "O"s and the best grades in every subject she took.

He became the third student in the history of Hogwarts to get "O" grades in all exams.

Before her, there were only two people who had achieved this.

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

Dumbledore did not.

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

Bill, Charlie, and Percy, although they obtained certificates for twelve subjects - but to obtain the OWLS certificate, it is not required that the grade must be "O". As long as the passing level is "A", the Ministry of Magic will send the certificate.

This made Hermione feel a little uncomfortable.

how……

Am I on the same level as them?

Like Harry, Ron took ten exams but only got eight "Os". Although he didn't get the best grades in the remaining two, he still managed to get certificates. He didn't study History of Magic very seriously and only got an "A", which was just above the passing line for the certificate. He filled in some theoretical knowledge incorrectly in Divination and only got an "E".

Of the three, Ron's grades were the worst.

But this was enough to make Molly excited. The Weasley family had another good child who got certificates in every subject he took. Among so many children in the Weasley family, only Bill, Charlie and Percy had done so. George and Fred failed to get all the certificates.

The only pity is that Ron did not take twelve subjects, otherwise it would be so proud for his family to have four children who got twelve subjects certificates.

They are busy.

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

Malfoy Manor.

This house that was burned by the fierce fire and turned into ruins is now brand new and looks the same as before. The wizards are good at magic and can rebuild the house in just half a month.

Narcissa sat at the door, staring ahead stupidly.

She has been waiting here for a long time.

Eat here, sleep here.

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

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

Narcissa looked up sharply.

The only thing that concerns him now is his son, Draco Malfoy.

The tears could not be held back and rolled out from the withered eye sockets, flowed down the withered cheeks, and fell onto the withered land.

He has changed a lot since the last time I saw him.

He was taller, about half a head taller, and much thinner. His originally tight-fitting robe now looked a little bloated. There were many more scars on his body, two on his neck, five on his face, and countless on his exposed arms.

And those beautiful grey eyes, one of which was rolled up and looked misty.

"Draco, your eyes?" she said in a trembling voice.

Draco raised his hand and touched it: "Bella's curse."

"Sorry, Mom, I just got back now."

He tried to explain: "I have been on the run and have not subscribed to the Daily Prophet. I only happened to see the newspaper a few days ago and it said Voldemort was dead."

"It seems that he is indeed dead."

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

"Then was father also killed by Potter?" Draco said in a low voice.

Narcissa shook her head: "No, it was the Dark Lord who killed me. He wanted to protect me, but…"

Draco didn't say anything. He sat down next to his mother. On his robe, the brand new Slytherin prefect badge was shining with a faint green light.

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

"I will take it all back."

He raised his wand and chanted the spell for Malfoy Manor again, according to his memory, casting the spells that once protected Malfoy Manor but were reduced to ashes in a fierce fire, one after another.

There are just some spells that he hasn't learned yet.