Entrepreneurship and Wealth in the Order of the Phoenix

The magic mirror incident refreshed Dumbledore's understanding of this group of students. He looked at the empty Room of Requirement and fell into deep thought.Facts have proved that skin can be contagious. Harry Potter not only turned his friends into a group of bear children, but also good students like Hermione. He even infected the serious Professor McGonagall into a bear. professor.

Dumbledore: My Hogwarts is dead.

The Headmaster looked at the Invisibility Cloak in his hand and began to wonder what the consequences would be if he gave it to Harry, but he didn't mind that Harry would learn the Disillusionment Charm sooner or later anyway.Dumbledore, whose upbringing can be described as excellent, felt that this was the inheritance of other people's family after all, and it would be really immoral not to return it to Potter.

So before Christmas, Harry found a silver-gray thing that flowed like a liquid in the gift pile, and there was a note attached to the package:

Your father left me this thing before he died, and it should be returned to you now, put it to good use, and wish you a Merry Christmas from the bottom of my heart.

Not signed.Harry noticed that the note was ordinary, but the handwriting on it was very special. It was a rare, thin, circle-in-circle font, which looked beautiful and weird.

Not signed?Harry smiled.It was too easy to check, someone my father could trust, who knew Harry and understood him.If you are not from Hogwarts, you should not be familiar with Harry's address.Harry was very familiar with the handwriting of professors, after all they had to correct homework, and the only person in Hogwarts who he didn't know handwriting was Headmaster Dumbledore.

Use it well.Harry's gaze stayed on these two words, and the corner of his mouth raised, showing an indescribable smile.

Then on the first day of the Christmas holiday, Dumbledore discovered that the Savior was missing.

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Wearing an invisibility cloak, Harry swaggered out of the wizarding world and came to the busy Muggle London.Although the wizarding world is interesting, seeing no technological products for a while still makes the young people in the 21st century feel like a cat scratching their hearts.

Harry came to the hotel where he stored his luggage before entering the wizarding world, took out his notebook and a box of miscellaneous electronic products, sat down in the coffee shop and started contacting Tony.

Since Tony came to the UK and found Harry missing, he naturally thought that the wizarding world must have a barrier that can shield ordinary people.He is not in a hurry, anyway, Britain is not without business, Stark's arms power is all over the world.So Tony, a local tycoon, stayed at the Oriental Mandarin Hotel in Hyde Park, London, enjoying top-notch service every day, waiting for Harry Potter to contact him.

The phone beeped, and Tony finally got Harry's call.

"Mr. Stark, are you on Earth? Where are you? I'm on vacation."

"Christmas break? Hey—I told you to just call me Tony. I'm in London." Stark laughed.He had a good impression of Harry. A genius is always lonely, and he will be complained about "talking about people" when he speaks more professional terms with ordinary people.Harry is very smart, lively and active, with unconstrained ideas, and he gets along very well.

Don't talk about so many useless things, in fact, if you skin him, he skins them too, and the skins are all together.

"Okay, Tony—you Americans are really casual." Harry looked outside, and the night fell, and London looked very charming when it was first lit up.He opened Google Maps on the computer and said to Tony: "Send me the location, don't pick me up, I'll take a taxi."

"Row."

Harry finished his meal, ran outside the hotel, and hailed a taxi ahead of a man.The taxi driver was wearing a beret, which looked very ordinary, and his clothes had probably been washed for several years, just like other uncle drivers in this city, except that he was a little serious.

"Hey, go to Oriental Mandarin Hotel."

The driver glanced at him from the rearview mirror, his eyes were calm and unwavering, as if looking at a dead person.

Harry turned on his mobile phone and started playing the game. He didn't notice these visions, and he didn't know that after he left, two people came out of the restaurant opposite the place where he boarded the car.The tall one has curly black hair, a suit with a coat and a dark blue scarf, and is very formally dressed; the short one has blond hair and looks very easy-going.Had Harry been there, he would have probably recognized one of them—the great detective Sherlock Holmes, whose website on deduction is still in Harry's computer favorites.

Sherlock and his new roommate, Watson, rushed out and caught the man who was flirting with them (not sex), that is, someone who was unfortunately robbed of the taxi by Harry.The man was grabbed by the hand of a vigorous military doctor and held back behind his back, with ignorance, confusion, and panic written all over his face.

"Wrong!" Sherlock reacted immediately. "It's not him... no, who could it be—he must have come here just now—it's the taxi driver who just picked up a little child."

The detective grabbed the poor man by the collar and shouted, "Where was that kid going just now?!"

"Dongdongdong..." The man stuttered in fright. "Oriental Mandarin Hotel."

The streets of London at once form a complete map in the mind of the most intelligent detective, lines are calculated, and the less populated places near this line are marked.

"Quick! John!" The detective immediately started to run wildly. Watson also forgot about his own legs. He usually walks with a limp, but now he has no problem running with Sherlock.

Ah - the windy boy!

They were out of breath running between the streets, while on the other line, Harry sat leisurely in the back seat, chatting with Tony.Tony asked him how long it was until Harry clicked on Google Maps and saw that he was off course.

"Uncle driver, we've deviated from the route. I suggest you install a navigation system, or buy a smartphone. Smartphones are very cheap now. Would you like me to recommend some for you?"

The driver didn't say a word, the corners of his mouth slowly curled up, forming a few wrinkles.His face was abnormally white and he looked unhealthy.

"Hey, Uncle, I drove the wrong way!" Harry couldn't help shouting, and at the same time kept thinking that he must learn the killer weapon of Apparation as soon as possible, the taxi is really a scam.

"Harry Potter." The taxi uncle spoke suddenly, his voice low and lifeless. "A talented boy who was recruited by MIT at the age of 11."

"it's me."

The uncle suddenly sneered and parked the car beside a deserted construction site. "Young geniuses are nothing more than that. Let me see how different you are from ordinary people when you face the game of life and death."

"What the hell?" Harry looked up at him. "Uncle, are you an amateur drama actor?"

Uncle serial murderer: "..."

Abandoned construction site!A dark and windy winter night!The strange uncle who sneered and said "the game of life and death"! !With such a strong murder atmosphere, and such a death flag waving in the wind, why doesn't this child have any sense of crisis at all?

Serial murderers don't want to lose face, do they? !

Even though the other party didn't understand the wonderful prelude to the crime, the murderer still had to pretend.With a ferocious expression on his face, the driver slowly took out the gun from his clothes and pointed at the ignorant child.At the same time, Sherlock and Watson ran to the scene and saw this scene.

Watson touched his pocket, and came out for a candlelight dinner with Sherlock (crossed out, changed to dinner), without a gun.He stared nervously at the murderer in front of him, already planning to rush to save the child if there was any situation.

Harry blinked. "Hehe, kill someone?"

Sherlock & Watson: ...

What's the matter with this kid?

"I have two pills here." The taxi driver still held the gun firmly in his right hand, pointed at Harry, reached into his pocket with his left hand, and took out two transparent glass bottles, each containing an identical pill . "One is poisonous and the other is not poisonous."

Harry: "Oh."

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Murderer's heart: Shouldn't you open your eyes wide in horror, and then tremble pitifully with fright? ?How can you answer an oh?

Harry's hand in his pocket held his wand. "Protegos." He whispered.

It is worth mentioning that after Harry knew that there was such a thing as trace silk, he felt that his privacy was violated intolerable, so he frantically searched for a way to remove trace silk, and even sneaked into Ollivander's wand shop to peek at the information , finally found a solution before the start of the Christmas holidays.He may be the only little wizard in the wizarding world who can use magic at will.

Black-haired boy to serial killer: 'What else do you have to say?'

"Either you pick a pill and take it, or my bullet will go right through your forehead."

"Oh, then you hit it." Harry spread his hands and twitched the corners of his mouth.

Watson was stunned, while Sherlock was lost in thought.

"Are you sure? The former is 50.00% vs. 50.00%, and the latter is a [-]% chance of death." The murderer narrowed his eyes, and was deeply shocked by the boy's intelligence and courage. He had killed several people. One who can see through his tricks.

"No." Harry smiled. "I'm pretty sure the latter is a [-] percent chance of survival."

With the Iron Armor Curse, what is the chance of not [-]% survival?

The air was suddenly quiet, and then the taxi driver looked up to the sky and laughed, and there was something released in the laughter. "I lost, I lost to an 11-year-old kid," he said.He pulled the trigger, and a small spark shot from the muzzle in front of Harry.

Sherlock: Is that true?I actually... I can't react as fast as a child.Is it because the brain is rusted because it has not been used for a while?My powers of observation are not as sharp as before?How can this be!

The big detective, who has always been confident and conceited, fell into deep doubts about his own IQ.

Harry: Huh? ?Is that how it was played?