Entrepreneurship and Wealth in the Order of the Phoenix

"Don't listen to Tonks' nonsense." Mrs. Weasley handed little Tom a Coca-Cola. "Study hard at Hogwarts and become the best-looking Minister of Magic in history."

Tom survived in a merry crowd until nightfall, when the peddlers apparated from above and descended suddenly to the ground.A group of teenagers laughed and went shopping and stuffed him with a copy.Little Tom looked at the strange-flavored beans in his pocket, and the corners of his mouth twitched.

Mrs. Weasley ran over and handed him a guide to Quidditch, and gave him a cloak, saying that he could wear it in the cold night.

Tom: "..."

This is summer!It's cool at night, is it cool? !

"Is there something wrong with your friends?" Little Tom asked sarcastically, when he and Harry were alone. "Noisy like a bunch of bees, it's summer, and they ask me if I'm cold."

Harry watched the twins fight with Ron, and Hermione couldn't straighten up laughing beside him. He was not angry when he heard Tom's words, and the corners of his mouth were still raised.

"Of course people laugh when they're happy, and they're noisy, that's what friends do," said Harry. "In the summer, I still ask if it's cold or not, and if I'm full, I ask if I'm full. That's how my mother is."

Little Tom suddenly felt his nose a little sore.

"I don't have a mother," he said.

"Me neither, thanks to your future self." Harry glanced at the diary. "But Mrs. Weasley was a very good mother."

Of course Riddle didn’t understand. In his impression, no one would be nice to another person for no reason. In his view, friendship is an exchange of resources between the two parties, and love is a false biological instinct, not to mention being friendly to strangers. , kindness, compassion, humility...

Before the age of 16, the only thing Tom had hoped for was family affection. As a result, he found that his father was completely different from himself. He was a Muggle just like those who looked at him with disgust in the orphanage.And old Riddle didn't recognize him at all, he looked at his son like he was looking at a pile of scum, a dirty monster.

"Harry, Tom, the game is about to start, come here!" Tonks waved to them on the stairs, one of them didn't pay attention, and almost fell down the stairs, but fortunately Lupine caught her in time.Tonks really deserves to be an Auror who can't pass the stealth level. Throwing the little princess on the ground is really bald.

The stairs leading to the top of the Quidditch pitch were very narrow. Perhaps Tonks wasn't the only little princess in the wizarding world who fell flat.Mrs. Weasley went to treat him with concern, and George and Fred volunteered to take the little tadpole, oh no, the little wizard was looking for his mother.

"They don't need to do these redundant things." Tom commented. "Wait a while, and the wizards from the Ministry of Magic will be in charge of the little boy."

Harry sneered. "It may take a long time. According to the habits of the inactive Minister Fudge and the Ministry of Magic led by him, it will be very good if we can keep 10 people out of trouble. Then we still have time to deal with the lost little wizards. .Look, this is the moral model of the Order of the Phoenix, you Death Eaters don't have any?"

Little Tom clicked his tongue, and didn't continue to lift the bar, but looked around the scene. Now they came to the small box at the highest point of the Quidditch field. They were facing a huge LED screen, on which various All kinds of ads.

"That's Tony Stark's work," said Harry.

"Who?" Tom didn't respond.

"It's the one in the secret room asking if you want to rush to buy a fake penis."

mmp, can we stop talking about that fake dick I beg you!

"Wizards seem to use that kind of magic blackboard in the past. The magic power forms characters on it and then erases it, but it is too unclear, and there is no way to form a vivid image. It is too weak to advertise. ..." Harry kept commenting on the facilities of the Quidditch field, and led Tom to the front row.Many people came to the Quidditch World Cup this time, and the top box was almost full.

At this time, the Malfoy family came in, Draco waved excitedly at Harry, and ran over in a few steps. "You came to see Quidditch too? You didn't tell me. I thought you were still in the United States."

"Did I tell you, didn't Hermione send a message in the group chat?"

"Oh, I didn't see it." Draco's pale face flushed. "I'm still in the old habit of owls delivering letters."

Narcissa looked at Riddle and whispered in her husband's ear, "That guy next to Harry Potter is a Veela?"

"Vela is only female, honey," whispered Lucius. "Probably has Veela blood... Strange, why do I feel as if I have seen this person somewhere?"

That's your 16-year-old Lauder!

Narcissa saw her son slipping out with a swipe of the floor, and there was a veela next to that Potter, not to mention how angry she was.My son always hangs around with that Potter, and that savior doesn't do anything good all day long, not to mention bringing in a lot of Muggle things, and ruining Xiaolong, and now he shows up with a Veela in a grandiose manner. In front of Xiaolong.Draco, this kid, stopped arguing about learning black magic during the holidays, instead he was making up some kind of program...

Hmph, calling that thing Python (Python) and giving it such a Slytherin name, you guys have taste.

"Where's Hermione?" Draco asked Harry, who immediately complained, "Why didn't you ask Ron?"

"Why should I ask Weasley... By the way, where are you sitting?"

Harry looked around. The rest of the Weasley family had almost sat down, and there was one seat left next to Mr. Weasley, which happened to be not far from Malfoy and the others.Mr. Weasley was having a silent eye contact with Draco's father, with a sneer at the corner of his mouth, which made Harry and Draco a little confused, wondering what they were talking about.

Harry counted, there were not many seats left here, and when the twins came back from seeing off the little wizard, there probably would be no place to sit.While worrying about Tom's seat, he saw an elf holding his head and blocking his sight with his hands. It seemed a little afraid of heights and didn't dare to look around.

There is an empty seat next to it.

"Tom, did you see that elf? There's still a place next to it, why don't you ask if it can sit?" Harry asked Tom, who frowned.Let him sit next to a dirty house-elf?Also politely ask if there is anyone sitting on it? ?

How could that be his Tom Riddle style.

Tom walked over, his wand sneaking out of his cuff, intending to cast a spell on the elf to make it go away when no one was looking.

Winky, Mr. Crouch's house-elf, didn't notice it at all. He was so afraid of heights that he put his hands to his face and just wanted the ordeal to end as soon as possible.But the little master next to him, he definitely didn't want the Quidditch match to end so soon, oh, Winky shouldn't think so, didn't Winky have to be an elf—

Tom sat down in the "empty seat" in a dignified manner—

He sat on something limp.

"Ah!" The witch sitting next to him who had been staring at Tom's face suddenly screamed. Tom lost his balance and fell to the ground. It slid off, revealing a pale, frightened young man with straw-blond hair.

Reflexively, Tom cast a petrification spell at the man, but the young man rolled over and dodged. The spell hit Barty Jr. and Winky in the middle, directly breaking the magical connection between them.

"Barty Crouch Jr.??!!"

Most of the wizards sitting in the top box held important positions in the Ministry of Magic, and many of them participated in the trial that year. Among them, an official from the Wizengamot quickly recognized this person.With her scream, the surrounding scene became chaotic, little Barty jumped up, pushed away the dense crowd, wanted to escape, escape, he did not want to enter Azkaban——

Barty Jr. saw the wand protruding from Draco's coat pocket. He needed a weapon.He rushed to Draco like lightning, and grabbed the wand in his hand. Draco, who didn't understand how dangerous little Barty was, chased after him. Before he could run a few steps, he saw little Barty raised his Wand: "Cruciate!"

"Little Dragon!!" The moment Barty Jr. waved his wand, Lucius, who was several meters away from his son, and Narcissa, who had just reacted, screamed almost at the same time, and their faces turned pale.

Draco never imagined that someone would dare to use the Unforgivable Curse in the presence of senior officials from the Ministry of Magic. His mind was blank, and he watched the Cruciatus Curse hit him, and the corners of Barty's mouth twisted , showing a smug smile.

Suddenly there was a strong force behind Draco, pulling him backwards and falling, the curse grazed ten centimeters from his chest, hit the railing of the stands, and dissipated in the impact.Arthur Weasley grabbed his collar by the back of his collar with one hand, and quickly pulled out his wand with the other.Lucius ran over with a pale face and no grace, his temples were veined with anger, Narcissa's eyes filled with tears, she hugged her son tightly.

"Thank you," Lucius said to Arthur.

Barty Jr. is still running. He rushed out of the top box and flew down the stairs below. As he ran, he attacked everyone who stood in his way. He hasn't seen any signs of Auror yet. The minibus Fortunately, the incident happened so suddenly, and according to the efficiency of the Ministry of Magic, it was impossible for the Auror to know where he was.

There was no apparition in the stadium, and they had to run around to notify them, definitely not faster than him.As long as you run out of this field, you can disapparate, you can get rid of old Crouch's shackles, and it's almost time-

Suddenly, several stun spells and petrification spells hit him, and Little Barty froze immediately. He lost consciousness and fell backwards.With a dozen Aurors surrounding him, Kingsley kicked the resurrected Death Eater and said into his phone, "We've got him."

"Nice job." Harry called Kingsley from the top bleachers. "The signal here is pretty good."

Lauder, it's not that Batty doesn't work hard, but Auror has a mobile phone!

The author has something to say: It is mentioned in the original book that the open space outside the venue can apparate, but there is no clear setting for the venue. In this article, it is a private setting that the venue cannot apparate.

Hmm, the fourth warrior?nonexistent.

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