Entrepreneurship and Wealth in the Order of the Phoenix

Claire sighed deeply, she sat down on a bench by the side of the street, watching the well-dressed office workers come and go.The daughters of the Tonks family have stronger personalities. After graduation, she planned to start a big career, but in the end she was expelled like this, and she was a little embarrassed to go home and meet people.I can't find a job, and I might have to rely on my parents and younger brother to support me in a short period of time. What does that sound like?

But Claire didn't regret what she did at all. In her opinion, it was cheap for him to send that kind of person to the hospital.If she had money, the general manager would break his leg once when he came out of the hospital, then throw a wad of money into his fat face, tell him "this is your medical bill", and walk away !How cool!

However, she must be rich and powerful.

Hey, it's difficult.

Just thinking of this, Claire's cell phone rang. She took it out of her pocket and found that it was a call from an unfamiliar number.

She picked it up, and a young man's voice came from inside.

"Miss Tonks? This is Harry Evans, the man who took you to the police station yesterday."

Claire:! ! !

No way!This morning, the policeman clearly told her that there was nothing wrong with Evans?What are you doing looking for her now?Did she beat someone internally?

"Sir... Do you want to pay for medical expenses?" Claire asked tremblingly.

"What do you pay for medical expenses?" The voice came from Claire's mobile phone and behind her at the same time. She turned around and found a young man with dark hair standing behind her, looking at her in confusion.

"No, it's nothing." Claire tried to cover up, but Harry's persona was at least a talented young man, and he saw through her disguise in an instant. "Is there a reason why you were expelled from the company before? Did you really endanger the lives of employees?"

"How do you know?" Shock jpg.

"When I was picking up things for you, I happened to see your resume." Harry handed her a cup of coffee in his hand, Claire moved to the side, and Harry sat down beside her.

"Shadow?"

"Well, now I've been blacklisted by the talent market in London. If this continues, I'm afraid I'll have to try my luck in places like Germany."

Harry smiled at her. "I plan to start a company recently. Before the registration process, I still need a secretary. Are you interested in taking this position?"

Claire could hardly believe her luck.At this time, Claire hadn't been tricked much, so she was very youngsimpleandnaive.She secretly looked at the young guy in front of him, he looked like a dog, he was wearing almost famous brands, and he had an inexplicable and reliable temperament...

Claire and everyone who saw "Harry Evans" for the first time made a consistent judgment: this is a rich second generation who is released at home, or the one who has a good education and wants to make a big career kind.

"But I... am a mutant." Claire whispered.

Harry couldn't believe his luck.

"What ability do you have?"

"It's just a lot of strength." As soon as the words were finished, Claire's seemingly fragile hands twisted lightly, and the iron armrest of the bench was twisted into twists.Harry's eyelids twitched when he saw it, um, he's a little stronger, that's all... What's the difference between describing Banner as just a little bigger!

"This, our company doesn't mind." Harry quietly wiped his sweat.

"Really?"

In this way, the mutant Claire was abducted.After following Harry to Brick Street and seeing the office building where he will work in the future, her guess that Harry is a rich second generation became more and more certain.

Start a business with a reliable boss, there is meat to eat!

When he was at night, Claire moved into 175a Brick Street with this "reliable" boss.Since I have been stationed in the company before, the office buildings here are all decorated, not only have fully functional meeting rooms, various offices and so on, because some people will live here, even there are rooms, Harry has also hired someone to clean them .

Of course, these two people didn't think there was anything wrong with living alone. When Claire called her father and said that she was living with the new boss, her father said to her in a solemn tone: "You should be gentle." Son, don't hurt anyone else."

Claire: "..."

Goodbye, dear dad.

As night fell, 175a Brick Street was lit up for the first time since the last company moved out.Harry turned on the computer, searched for the official website of panieshouse, and began to formally register the company.After Harry showed Claire the list of shareholders of this company, Claire, who was frightened by Tony Stark's name, became even more convinced that this person is a rich second generation!

"By the way, what's the name of our company?"

"Order of the Phoenix," Harry answered, typing in the name column.

"I have something to tell you now." Harry smiled and held out three fingers. "First, according to the common definition, I am underage."

Claire:? ? ?

"Second, I'm a wizard."

Claire:! ! !

"Third, the place we live in is haunted."

Claire: what! the! hell!

Is the boss reliable?nonexistent.

"So the first thing we're going to do now is exorcise ghosts." Harry stretched, looking particularly relaxed, and pulled his wand out of his pocket. "Shall we go find a ghost?"

I'm looking for you! !

The new life of Tight Dirty Chick started in front of Claire.

Harry asked Claire while slowly looking for ghosts in this thirty-story office building. "You were not surprised when I said I was a wizard, nor did you question my age. Are you related to Ted Tonks?"

"Ah, yes. Ted is my father's brother," Claire replied. "As for the age issue, you wizards should have some special means, right? But it is true that I have doubts about your mental age. I have never seen a 14-year-old child like this."

"If you have to count, I'm about 130 years old."

Harry ignored Claire's black question mark face, and continued: "You are indeed from the Tonks family, then I am the son of your father's brother's daughter's boyfriend's friend, and your father's brother's son The wife's father's brother's son's godson."

Claire:? ? ?

This passage reminds me of a mysterious oriental country, where every child has to be tortured by a song: what is the name of father’s mother?What's the name of Dad's brother?What's mom's dad's name? ...

Fortunately, people like Claire, who received a Ph.D. in a prestigious school, may not be considered a genius, but they still have super-normal dual quotients. After a moment of stupefaction, he figured out this complicated relationship.While complaining that this relationship is too far away, she pushed open a door indifferently, she didn't believe that there was a ghost or something, and it was usually mutants, wizards and the like who were messing around.

"Ahhhh-"

A strange-looking doll sat upright on the floor.Her blond hair was tied into two braids, hanging on both sides of her face, and she was wearing a dirty white dress.Her cheeks were pale, her thick lips were painted as red as blood, and her dull eyes were fixed on them.

Suddenly, its eyeballs moved, and the corners of its stiff mouth rose slowly.

Lights went out.

"Ahhhh-"

"lumos." Harry read, the tip of his wand immediately emitted a ball of dazzling light, he saw Claire's frightened face, and then looked in the room, where there were other dolls, suddenly, the lights in the room were bright again .

"Are you all right?" Harry asked Claire.

"It...it's behind you! Ah!"

"impedimenta." Harry cast a spell behind him. "Don't shout, you are a super violent mutant anyway, I would tremble in front of you. Once it comes, you just kill it. You are so panic, it is easy to make people complain. "

What should be complained about is why you are so calm and easy!

The doll suddenly moved to the edge of the window, jumped down and disappeared.Immediately afterwards, there was an angry, high-pitched, painful cry from downstairs, accompanied by a strange chanting of a spell, Harry had never heard a spell like this before.Anyway, there was no one on the street now, so he grabbed Claire and apparated downstairs.

He saw two men surrounding the doll. The one with medium-length curly hair was holding a notebook and chanting a spell that Harry thought was weird, while the more mature-looking short-haired man was holding a notebook in his hand. Take a small bottle of water and sprinkle it on the doll.

The doll screamed, emitting a cloud of black air, and the black air gathered in the sky to form a black shadow with claws and claws. It strangled its own throat with what seemed to be a hand, and it looked very painful.

"Well, we seem to have met a professional," Harry said to Claire. "We'd better take a chair and sit next to me and eat melons."

"Wait!" Claire saw that the evil spirit was making its last dying struggle, it suddenly rushed out of the invisible restraints set by the two men, and rushed towards the one who was chanting a spell.Seeing that its hand turned into a black sickle and was about to cut the man's throat, Harry made a decisive decision and flicked his wand reflexively. "Avada Kedavra!"

The moment it was hit by the green light, the spirit body dissipated.

"What was that just now?" Claire asked dumbfounded.

"Well...it's a very bad spell, children should not learn it." Harry felt his own soul, which was very complete and alive, just like his conscience.

I ate a big melon in minutes, and I was still very guilty.

As for Avada, if it is used for deliberate murder, it will split the soul, and if it is used on humans, it will enter Azkaban.Of course good kids can't enter Azkaban!But killing evil spirits is a good deed, so it doesn't count.