Entrepreneurship and Wealth in the Order of the Phoenix

July 2008, 7, Heathrow International Airport, London.

In the crowded crowd, the family that was saying goodbye seemed very ordinary-well, considering the fat hostess, the long-necked hostess, the big fat boy, and the tall, thin boy who was about to enter the security checkpoint, this family was oddly shaped. People may not be ordinary.

"Oh, Auntie, don't worry about me. I'll take care of myself in America—God, Dudley, don't touch my computer! Don't touch my things—"

The fat boy from that family raised his head and looked at the black-haired and green-eyed boy with innocent little eyes. "Can't touch it?"

The dark-haired boy rushed up and slammed the suitcase shut, shouting, "You almost ate my reactor last time!"

"How did I know it was a reactor, I thought it was some electronic components or something..."

"Can electronic components be eaten?!" The boy complained immediately.

"I didn't mean to eat!" Dudley blushed.Then a high-pitched female voice screamed, "Harry! I told you not to do dangerous experiments in the garage!"

"I destroyed them all." Harry glanced at the time on his watch, dragged his suitcase and ran quickly into the security checkpoint. "There's no time—goodbye! Uncle, aunt, goodbye cousin—remember not to eat indiscriminately!"

Dudley looked at his cousin's back and howled again, "I said I didn't want to eat!"

"My God," Petunia said to her husband tremblingly, "We need to check the house for any dangerous items he left behind."

"How to check? Use the detector he made? Can you use it?"

"Won't……"

"..."

It sucks to have a genius kid in the family.

Half an hour later, a certain brat boarded a flight to Boston, USA.He was holding a silly and cute Stitch in his arms. A laptop was placed on the small table on the plane seat, and he was typing on the keyboard with both hands. On the screen was the interface of the word document:

life of harry potter

Harry Potter was born on July 1997, 7 in ___ (unknown to be filled), parents James Potter, Lily Evans, died in a car accident when Harry was one year old (to be verified).Harry was later adopted by his aunt's family, including Vernon, Petunia, and Dudley Dursley.

Finished reading "Andersen's Fairy Tales" at the age of two, learned the four arithmetic operations with real numbers at the age of three, refused to go to school at the age of six (and laughed at the teacher's IQ), taught calculus by himself at the age of seven, started doing trouble in the garage at the age of eight, and almost exploded at the age of nine Owned half a garage (underlined note: it was all Dudley's pot), participated in the Physics Olympiad at the age of ten and won the gold medal.

……

He slid the cursor to the bottom and continued typing:

In July when I was about to turn 11, I received an admission letter from MIT, with an invitation card attached, and went to the alumni association held by Mr. Tony Stark a week later.

"Oh, excuse me...are you Harry Potter?" The middle-aged man sitting next to him looked at him curiously. "The boy genius Harry Potter?"

"Yes, I'm Harry Potter. But I'm skeptical about the term genius boy, because there is no scientifically valid division of genius in the world." Harry replied absent-mindedly.

"Are you writing in your diary?"

"No, some big life events."

"Why are you writing this?" The man's expression was a little surprised.

"In case someone brainwashes me with hypnotism, or does something else that damages my mental memory, I have to have a backup."

"..."

Do all of you geniuses suffer from persecution paranoia? !

After typing for a while, Harry Potter was tired, closed his computer, closed his eyes, and fell asleep in a short while holding his Stitch.

"Run! Run! Lily! I'll stop him—"

"Harry, be safe, be strong..."

"Ava$^&$% ate a big melon!"

Green light all over the sky.

Harry woke up from the dream with a gasp.Another absurd dream, why is this?Did he dream about his parents... He never had them in his memory, and although his aunt was very kind to him, she always avoided things about his parents so much that she didn't even have a picture.

He must have missed them so much.Harry nodded.There is a Chinese lyrics that says it well, love is a green light, that's the only way to explain it.Parents will be very happy in heaven to see themselves going to MIT to study at the age of 11.

James and Lily drinking tea in heaven: love is a green light ghost!Go back and read Hogwarts! !

Harry, who has never been abused and never had a magic riot (and has never seen a real snake), held Stitch and raised his legs, turned on the computer screen again, and while writing code leisurely, he thought: his dream is too illogical Well, in the future, I should read less fantasy stories like "The Lord of the Rings". Can I still be a wizard?Impossible~

At this time, Dumbledore, who was sitting in the office, suddenly started to sneeze wildly, and had to pinch his nose and down a bottle of cold medicine produced by Severus.

The first owl to deliver the letter had already tied a heavy letter and flew out of Hogwarts to the Muggle territory.The poor owl spent the rest of the days flying non-stop with his little friends, gasping for breath with exhaustion, but couldn't find where Harry Potter was.

The poor owls don't know that the address written in emerald green ink on this letter is Boston, USA.What year and month will this fly to?

They fly and fly along the magic trail, between the dark clouds and the sea, the owls are like black lightning, flying proudly!For a moment its wings touched the waves, and for a moment it shot straight into the clouds like an arrow, and it cried:

"I have a sentence mmp, I must say it!"

Finally, on the fifth day, Dumbledore, who noticed something was wrong, came to the Dursley's house with a Hogwarts acceptance letter and knocked on the door.

No one should.

The well-educated old principal: "..." Do you want to trespass on the residence?

After struggling for a while, Dumbledore still said softly: "Alohomora." Then he looked at the empty room and fell into deep thought.

Harry, who was already living in Boston, was naturally not at home.Dursley you ask?In order to celebrate the birth of a talented boy in the family, the family went to the Maldives for vacation early in the morning after seeing off Harry.

After confirming that there was no one in the Dursleys' house, Dumbledore ran to the door of his neighbor, Mrs. Squib Figg. After knocking, the door opened and a cat jumped out, scratching his robe with one paw.

Dumbledore:  …

Mercury retrograde today? ? ?

"Principal Dumbledore?" Mrs. Figg poked her head out with a confused expression. "Is there a problem?"

Dumbledore had a mouthful of old blood stuck in his throat.You are the one I sent to pay attention to Harry. Now that no one is there, you still come to ask me what's the matter? !What do you say?

"Where's Harry?" he asked patiently.Although he didn't know what to say or not to say in his heart, Albus was a calm and gentle person who assumed that nothing would collapse.

"Didn't they go out to play? Wait a minute, I'll call him." Mrs. Figg took out her elderly phone, found the contact Harry Potter, and dialed.

"Huh? International calls?"

Dumbledore suddenly had a bad feeling.

"Husky, whose phone is it?" Harry, who was sorting out the circuit boards in his apartment in Boston, asked without looking up.

Some miserable rudimentary AI named "Husky" replied, "Mrs. Figg."

"Pick up."

"Harry, where are you? When will you be back?"

"I'm in Boston. Didn't I tell you a few days ago that I was admitted to MIT, and it was also reported on the news. Hey, Mrs. Feige, did you take the deep-sea fish oil I sent last time? Prevention of Alzheimer's is very important. It's important."

Alzheimer's Fig: ...my heart hurts.

Wait, something seems wrong? MIT? ?

"Harry, you have to come back to Hogwarts! You're a wizard!"

"What wizard..." Harry laughed. "Mrs. Figg, hurry up and eat the fish oil, huh? Hogwarts is a pheasant university, cheating foreign students, right? Alright, I wish you good health, I'll die first."

Amidst the beeping sound of the phone hanging up, Alzheimer Figg and Albus Pheasant University President Dumbledore stood together, and the wind was messy.A cat came by, stepped a mud print on Mrs Figg's foot, and pulled an indescribable lump on Dumbledore's boot.

Dumbledore:  …

Go back and ask the horsemen, it really is Mercury retrograde today.

Still in the mood to ask what kind of horse people!The savior is gone!

"Principal Dumbledore..." Mrs. Figg said in a trance, "Do you have to bring Harry Potter back..."

Dumbledore took a deep breath, told himself repeatedly that the character design could not be collapsed, and then said in a gentle and reliable tone: "I'm going to America right now."

It seems Dumbledore forgot something.

The flying owl: Angry to death.