When Neville saw the Witch before him, his breathing instantly grew heavy.
He recognized that face. After all, she and three other damned scum had caused the tragedy that befell his parents.
For that very reason, ever since he was old enough to understand, Neville had repeatedly memorized the portraits in the newspapers, hoping that one day, if he encountered them, he would have a chance to take revenge.
And now, the ringleader among them was lying right before him.
"Do you like this Christmas present?" a voice suddenly sounded from behind him.
Neville turned around and saw "Harley," dressed as Santa Claus, lounging against the sofa in the corner.
"I went to a lot of trouble for this present of yours!" Harley said in an exceptionally cheerful voice.
"As for your other three enemies, I'm very sorry, but Barty Crouch Jr. escaped from Azkaban a year and a half ago, only to receive a Dementor's Kiss from the Ministry of Magic in the end."
"Rodolphus Lestrange and his younger brother Rabastan died last night, and not even their bodies remain."
"So I could only offer you Bellatrix."
"That's enough," Neville said quietly, his voice extraordinarily firm. "Harley, can I do whatever I want with her?"
"Of course." Harley spread her hands.
"Whether you want to give her a Killing Curse right away or slowly use the Cruciatus Curse on her is entirely up to you. Just don't let her escape."
"But this is the world inside the Magic Mirror I gave you. Only you are qualified to bring people in or out."
"As long as you don't deliberately intend to let her go, she will never be able to escape."
A deathly silence fell over the room. After quite a while, Neville finally asked a question.
"Then... Harley, can