Entrepreneurship and Wealth in the Order of the Phoenix

If it was placed when he was studying, Tom would never have imagined that he would fall to this point now.Of course, the most ideal career plan is to be the Dark Lord and let thousands of people prostrate at his feet, but he has thought about being a professor at Hogwarts, thinking about being the Minister of Magic, and even thinking about selling black magic like Bojinbok As a clerk in the store of goods... but given him 1 heads, he can't think of--

Become a star yourself.

damn harry potter.

Now, thousands of people are prostrate at their feet.Tom glanced at the tens of thousands of spectators frantically waving light sticks, and thought heartily, but why does it feel so wrong.

He had no choice but to start singing with a face down, and the screams subsided, but at the end of the song, the audience's screams almost knocked down the roof of the concert.He glanced over the VIP seats in the front row, and found that someone he had just cursed a few minutes ago was staring at him surrounded by a silencing spell, laughing so gloatingly while applauding.Tom felt that Harry was still grieving over the vengeance that his soul would commit decades later to kill his father and mother, and that was why he was torturing him so tirelessly.

Merlin, he had just killed his own father when he split.Well, he really wanted to do evil later, but he didn't succeed at all!You can't arrest people for potential crimes, can you?

After the concert ended, the audience walked out of the venue while discussing fiercely.

"Did I tell you? He is really good-looking. According to the backstage, he doesn't need makeup at all. He can go on stage with his hairstyle and clothes." A little girl excitedly pulled her little friend, non-stop say.

"Why does he sing with a straight face, as if he is very reluctant."

"You don't understand, it's just a noble and glamorous character design! Iceberg beauty! But let me tell you, his temper is not like that when facing fans, he is like a real British gentleman. My God, he is too It looks good and the voice is great, I love him—”

Harry walked through the crowd to the backstage. Hearing what the girls said, the corners of his mouth couldn't help twitching violently.

The fact is that your big star is just very reluctant.

"Sir, this is the entrance to the backstage. Do you have a work certificate? Or the family members of the backstage staff?" Harry was stopped by a security boy.

"Are you new here?"

"Ah? Yes, I just came here for a month..." The security guard scratched his head embarrassingly. "Excuse me sir?"

"Didn't your last colleague tell you?"

"Excuse me, sir..."

"Okay." Harry reluctantly took off his sunglasses, took out his driver's license and handed it to him.

"You you you..." The security guard said for a long time, too excited to speak. "Harry Potter!!!"

"God, don't shout—" Harry reminded it was too late, and the crowd that hadn't dispersed was boiling again.

"What did I hear just now! Is it a real person! Where is it!"

"He came to Riddle's concert too? Wow, I'm a fan of the same star as the great Harry Potter—"

"Don't be stupid, kid. You're a fan, maybe someone will sleep in the same bed as your idol."

"..."

While the security guard was in a daze, Harry quickly slipped away.

"I was photographed, it's really... I wanted to see your embarrassed expression and be happy, but I got into trouble." Harry walked into the lead singer's dressing room, slammed the door behind him, and threw his torn coat on On the hanger, I took a bottle of iced mineral water from the refrigerator and poured it into my mouth.

"Oh, nothing, I don't feel like singing any more," said Tom, as he began to undo the terribly complicated jacket. "These stylists are crazy, what the hell is this..."

"Fractured."

"..."

"It's okay, I'll just pay the compensation. Time is a bit tight, you will go to see a director with me as soon as you change your clothes." Harry touched his face. "Hey, you really don't have any makeup? That's fine. The director doesn't like dudes. It's a war movie. To be honest, your appearance really doesn't take advantage of you, but I have confidence in your acting skills."

"What?! You want me to act in a movie again?"

"I think it's more interesting than singing, which one do you like better?"

"I'd rather—"

"What? To be the Dark Lord?"

"..." That's right.

"Oh." Harry said dryly. "Do you think I will allow it? Now choose one of the two, act in a movie or sing? And I warn you, if I see you chatting happily with politicians and businessmen again, you know the consequences."

"What? You want me to stay away from the center of power, and I tell you that's impossible." Tom raised his eyebrows. "In a modern legal society, can you still imprison me? Do you know what will happen to your reputation if things are revealed?"

"I'm not interested in that. If you want to know, all I can tell you is that I—" Harry hissed suddenly, and he took his left hand in severe pain.That damn contract, he really can't make death threats to Tom.

Tom buttoned the last button of his shirt, straightened the creases in the mirror, and said suddenly, "I'm going to be in a movie."

"Huh?" Harry was a little surprised.Mingming just said a few minutes ago that he didn't want to be an actor, it was a needle in the heart of the devil king.

"Let me tell you, Harry Potter—" Tom looked down at him, and that made Harry think of a little snake with teeth and claws. He suspected that something went wrong when the Dark Lord sliced ​​it, why only the diary It's that naive. "Even if you limit the path for me and lock me in a cage like a canary, I will reach the top of the world on this path."

"Oh, ambitious." Harry applauded him symbolically. "Then let's go."

Then they exited the hallway in full view and Disapparated.

The straight man would never have imagined what kind of mood the staff felt when they saw the torn clothes in the changing room and the compensation check signed in Harry Potter's name.

This is straight, [-] percent, pure.

……

Five years later, No.90 four Oscars.

"Now let's invite the award presenters - Chief Wizard of the World's Supreme Council of Wizards, Chairman of the United Nations Council for Mysterious Affairs, Earth Councilor of the Star Alliance, Chairman of the Order of the Phoenix Group... Oh my God, his title can go around the world, Can you let me go and let me stop reading?"

The host made a embarrassed expression, and the guests below all laughed.

"Then don't read it." Harry walked behind the host with Oscar's red envelope and patted him on the shoulder. "Give me the mic now."

The host cast a look at him in embarrassment, and walked off the stage disheveledly, rolling his eyes at Harry as he walked, and the guests laughed even harder.

"Allow me, a nobody, to introduce myself - my name is Harry Potter, that's all."

"Oh—" There was a teasing boo from the audience.Being humble is called being polite, while being humble is called being shameless.

"The art history of the Oscars has produced many impressive leading men, and it is an honor to present one of them. The nominees for Best Actor are: Alan Affleck, Wild Hills; Werther Platton, "Winter in New York" ... Tom Riddle, "Planet's Edge: Total War."

"The one who won the Oscar was—" Harry opened the envelope and smiled. "Tom Riddle, Planet's Edge: Total War."

Tom stepped onto the stage gracefully, gave the award presenter a short hug as usual, walked to the microphone, and said without humility: "Thank you everyone. I knew that such a day would come, but I didn't expect it to come so soon."

"I have never seen such a proud young actor, and of course, I have never seen such a talented actor." The director whispered to his wife in the audience.

His wife seemed reluctant to take her eyes off the stage.

"I've never seen such a charming young man, have I?"

The director suddenly felt a deep sense of crisis.

……

Tom avoided the paparazzi's eyes with the illusion spell, and just walked out of the venue through the back door, an Aventador made a beautiful tail drift, made a harsh sound, and stopped in front of him.

The driver's window came down, the green-eyed wizard ordered. "boarding."

"Please, we are wizards..."

"Aren't you tired of apparating every day?" Harry pulled the man up without any explanation, and helped him fasten his seat belt.

"You didn't get involved with the Oscars, did you?" Tom said sullenly. "Why did you take the award presenter job? Do you know what the overwhelming media coverage will be tomorrow?"

"Clean clothes don't need to be washed again. When did you care about this? It's getting less and less like Voldemort. I think there must be something wrong when he cut you."

"Voldemort is just a possible future for me, why do I keep mentioning him?" Tom snorted coldly. "Let them report, as soon as I get a few more statuettes, they'll shut their dirty mouths."

"Ambition," said Harry. "Sit down."

He stepped on the accelerator, and the sports car rushed out like an arrow off the string.

"Merlin! What kind of Gryffindor way of driving is this! It's as unreasonable as Quidditch—"

"It's impossible to play large-scale black magic in peaceful times, so of course we need to find some other excitement."

"Get out of the car! I want to get out of the car!"

"It's not up to you, it's not up to you since 13 years ago."

The author has something to say: Of course, the names in the award presentation are all made up.

That's probably the end of the episode.