Entrepreneurship and Wealth in the Order of the Phoenix

A week before the start of the Quidditch World Cup, Harry gathered all the potion ingredients needed to revive Riddle.In the basement of Potter's old house, he had set up a huge cauldron, big enough for a man, and the water in it was boiling hot in the magic furnace below.

Holding the ipad, Harry double-checked that all potion ingredients were neatly placed on the shelf next to them in order.He glanced at the diary, flicked it casually, and dropped it into the pot.

"Hot!" cried Tom from inside the cauldron. "Is your potion formula reliable?"

"I was also a master of potions in my previous life. After so many years, the only thing I haven't forgotten is studying. Why is it so unreliable?" Harry cast a contemptuous look, and picked up a bunch of herbs from the shelf, simply and rudely thrown in.The liquid in the crucible suddenly turned green, and gradually became lighter as the potion mixed.

Harry was throwing and chanting the spell, and when he added the unicorn's blood, the liquid in the cauldron rolled up and formed a cloud above it, as if something rose from the swirling potion , the potion mixed into a milky milky white.

"The last ingredient..." Harry picked up the last veela hair from the shelf and threw it in without hesitation.Then his finger slides on the ipad, and the progress bar ends. "It's strange, why doesn't this material have a corresponding spell? It's almost killing obsessive-compulsive disorder - damn it!"

It turns out that Veela's hair does not belong to the formula of this potion at all. In fact, when Husky, an artificial mentally retarded person, scans the book, there may be some problems with the memory, or the language recognition program is not powerful enough. In short, it will be the next one. The first ingredient of the recipe is sorted to the last ingredient of the previous recipe.

Harry realized this, and when he tried to pick up the hair, it was too late. The cloud rising from the cauldron where Tom was was turned into a dazzling silver, and the liquid swirled wildly, enveloping the looming hair. slender figure.

There shouldn't be anything wrong with it, right?Harry thought in his heart, not long after, the white mist dissipated, and a Riddle with a body stood up from the cauldron. He stretched out his hand and stroked his face. The real touch made him a little happy Crazy.

But when he saw Potter's dumbfounded expression, Riddle seemed to realize something.He turned around and looked in the mirror, and it was indeed a 16-year-old Riddle, with no missing arms or legs, and his magic power was even stronger than before, but——

Silver hair, delicate skin that can be broken by blows, rose red and soft lips...

That's right, this is not writing a Mary Sue novel, but this is how he really looks.

This is so charming!baby!Version!of!inside!Germany!you!Ah ah ah ah ah--

"Fuck..." Harry finally spoke. "How can you abduct Death Eaters like this, sex, seduction?"

Riddle: "..."

Riddle picked up the wand Harry had prepared for him on the table. "A——"

"Disarm!" Harry cast the spell first. "Well, let's talk about it. Once you attack me, neither of us will benefit. You will die. I feel bad for wasting so many potion materials."

To control anger, Slytherin is shrewd and calm, to get revenge is long-term, the Dark Lord never cares about his appearance, strength is the most important... Riddle said to himself a hundred times, and finally calmed down.

"Tom." Harry said suddenly, "Even if I'm straight, you can't be naked in front of me, can you?"

Diary: I was so angry that I even forgot to put on my clothes! mmp!

……

After Little Tom mentally sent Potter a thousand avadas, the days of the Quidditch World Cup were approaching.Ron found Harry on Skype and invited him and his family to the Quidditch World Cup.Perhaps because of his father's strong genetics, Harry liked Quidditch very much, so he immediately agreed to Ron.

If it weren't for his too many things, maybe Harry would choose to play Quidditch for fun. Unfortunately, he is running a business while abducting people and making troubles. He has to go to two schools at the same time, and do projects with a group of Ph. Ds. There is not enough time at all. .

Hey, being the protagonist is tiring.

Harry met the Weasleys and Hermione at the appointed place, Ron and Hermione standing so close, arm to arm, that the Weasleys didn't react at all.When Harry arrived, Mrs. Weasley was still hugging Hermione affectionately, stuffing wizard's snacks into her pocket as if she were her own daughter.

Seeing Harry approaching, Mrs. Weasley greeted him with a smile, and beside them stood Cedric and his father.Soon, they noticed that Harry was followed by a tall man, wearing black wizard robes and a hood that half covered his face.

After the resurrection, although the facial features of Little Tom are still exactly the same as before, but because the skin color, hair color and temperament have changed too much, even if he is thrown in front of Dumbledore, it is estimated that Albus will not be able to react for a while. who is it.

"This is?" Mrs. Weasley asked Harry suspiciously, and she gave Riddle a polite smile.

Harry made up a random name: "Tom Rodriguez."

"Ro what?"

"It's not important, a Spanish surname."

"Oh..." Mrs. Weasley was dubious. "Ron what—sorry, I'll call you by your Christian name? Harry's friends are our friends, okay, Tom?"

"Yes, ma'am." Tom's face was dark under the hood.Potter's friend?Listen to this... the biggest joke of the century.

The people present were already stunned when they heard this short answer.Listen to this voice, it's transparent and clear, with a slightly hoarse charm at the end, it's almost like an angel singing!

Tom forced Marysue Riddle to shut up and mentally gave Harry another avada.

The group of them put their hands on the portkey, and after a while of spinning around, they arrived at the camp of the Quidditch World Cup.British wizards all wear normal Muggle clothes, while foreign wizards who don't have access to the Internet are all dressed in strange and funny clothes.The British held back their laughter throughout the whole process, telling themselves in their hearts that they must be kind to foreign friends, and they should not laugh at villages without Internet access at will!

Mr. Weasley stopped at the designated place. Recently, the Weasley family has become a lot richer. He bought a new tent, which is spacious and comfortable. The moment the tent was unfolded, a yard appeared in front of them.The Weasleys, Harry, Hermione, and Sirius, Remus, and Tonks who just arrived, a large group of people happily grilled BBQ outside.

Tom, hooded, stood sullenly aside, out of place with the group.What's so good about Quidditch?No more than a bunch of savages sitting on tasteless broomsticks and bumping into each other. What's good for bbq?Muggle food habits, unhealthy junk food, unbearably smoky.

Mrs. Weasley smiled and handed Hermione a bunch of roasted marshmallows, Ron reminded "Be careful of the heat", Ginny accidentally roasted a bunch of chicken into black coals, Fred and George were in Coch The ultimate question of who is Min, Sirius told Harry the latest interesting stories while eating. When he told about a German wizard who came to the modern Diagon Alley with a perplexed face, everyone laughed.

Tom watched them.He'd always thought Harry Potter was scheming, cruel (wake up, just cruel to you), unpredictable, and even a bit of a high-functioning sociopath.But among the crowd, Potter was smiling like a real 14-year-old—no, like a 14-year-old fool.

Just when Tom despised this group of people madly in his heart, Tonks noticed this strange wizard in a black robe standing on the edge.She walked over cheerfully, with a smile on her face. "Come over and eat."

Mrs. Weasley waved to him, too, with a motherly smile. "Tom, come and eat."

"I don't like that kind of food," said Tom coldly.

"Oh, come and play if you don't like to eat. We are going to start playing games now, come here, don't be shy like a little girl." Tonks pulled Tom and walked over there.

Riddle has never been the type with a strong physique. He is tall and thin like Potter. After possessing a body that is suspected to be of Veela blood, he seems to be endowed with a strange physique that is fragile and easy to push down?Anyway, little Tom was reluctant, but in the end he couldn't resist Tonks' brute force and was dragged away.

"Take off the hood, so we can eat." Mrs. Weasley was very hospitable, and after being rejected by Tom several times, she was a little angry. "Harry told me that you are still underage, you are a student of Durmstrang, and you will be transferred to Hogwarts for sixth grade this semester. Why are you so picky about eating?"

Little Tom looked at Harry suspiciously, who nodded at him.This is Dumbledore's arrangement.

Mrs. Weasley was still babbling: "Look at you, you are so thin, it seems like a gust of wind can blow you away, how can a boy do this? Come, come, eat more... balabala..."

The 16-year-old Dark Lord was stuffed with food by Mrs. Weasley, and accompanied the group of people to play games with a confused face.When everyone lifted his hood, a group of people let out a scream that shattered the sky.Tonks said excitedly that little Tom doesn't need to study hard, he can conquer the world with this face.

Little Tom: "..."

I'm really a dark lord who relies on his strength to make a living.

The author has something to say: Lauder, your subordinates have many Veela versions. As a boss, how can you lag behind!