Entrepreneurship and Wealth in the Order of the Phoenix

In a blink of an eye, it was Halloween, and they were having their last charm lesson.Professor Flitwick stood on top of a pile of books, watching the students practice in pairs.

"I'm kind of looking forward to tonight's banquet," Draco said to Harry. "We have an inner masquerade after Slytherin."

"Oh." Harry didn't look interested in the dance. "What are you going to dress up as? ... Wingardium Leviosa."

"Secret."

The feathers in front of him floated up and stopped firmly in the air.

"Mr. Potter has done it!" Professor Flitwick exclaimed happily, his face flushed with excitement. "He's brilliant. I've never seen a successful student before. Five points for Slytherin."

Draco tried a few more times, and after Harry corrected his movements, managed to get the feather to float as well.

"Professor Flitwick said that the maximum weight of an object that can float is proportional to the strength of the magic power. I wonder what else we can float." Harry said, waving his wand and casting spells around. "Can a man fly? Come on, Draco, stand still—Wingardium Leviosa. Doesn't look like it. Let me try something else, Wingardium Leviosa."

The podium floated up, and Professor Flitwick lay down on it in horror, and went up to the sky with the podium.

"Mr. Potter! This can't be—"

"Ah, sorry, Professor," said Harry with an unapologetic grin.

At this time, Ron's grumpy voice came from Gryffindor, as if he had quarreled with Hermione.Hermione ran away after class, and she didn't come to their next class.Harry was a little worried.

He found out about Hermione crying in the ladies' room from a Gryffindor girl, so he pulled Ron's robes and pulled him up from his seat, who was still holding a drumstick.Harry knocked off Ron's chicken leg with a knife in one hand, and said bitterly, "Eat, eat, eat, you will know how to eat, follow me to find Hermione, and take the responsibility for yourself."

At this time, Ron also knew that he had gone too far, followed Harry outside, and whispered to Harry with some hesitation: "Dude, that's the women's room..."

"That's a deserted women's room, idiot." Harry noticed that Draco followed, and the three of them just sneaked out of the women's room, looking extremely wretched.

Harry raised his hand and knocked on the door three times. "Hermione, are you there?"

No one answered, Harry slowly pushed open the door, and saw Hermione standing by the sink with red eyes, seeing them coming in, she wiped away her tears in a panic, then raised her chin to pretend to be tough Said, "What are you doing here?"

Harry and Draco gave Ron a push from left to right, Draco especially hard enough to almost give the red-haired boy a Thomas maneuver.Ron managed to stand still, and was about to say sorry when he heard a loud noise, and a disgusting stench rushed into his nostrils.

"What's that smell like?" Hermione wrinkled her nose. "Is the toilet drain blocked?"

"Granger, the sewers in the wizarding world won't be blocked." Draco pinched his nose, and his voice became very strange. "We'd better go back first—ahhhhhh!"

In front of them stood an ugly, nearly four-meter-high behemoth, which was walking towards them. Its terrifyingly long arms were holding a huge wooden stick, dragging it on the ground, making harsh noises.

Draco was terrified, Hermione collapsed on the ground, Ron opened his mouth wide and his fingers kept shaking.After all, they were all 11-year-old little wizards, and it would be good if they didn't faint from fright when they suddenly saw such a monster.

"What to do, what to do, what to do..." Draco kept thinking.

Calmly pulling him back, Harry drew his wand nimbly and pointed at the approaching troll. "What else? It's blocking the exits, and you can't Apparate in Hogwarts. Fight, Pikachu—oh, no, Draco."

The giant monster was only ten meters away from them. It raised its stick and could swing it down at any time.Harry took out a bottle of liquid from his robe pocket, which was the magic bomb he developed, just in case.

"We don't know any spells!" said Hermione anxiously. "I do know a lot of spells, but I can't use them, such as Impedimenta."

Harry waved his wand naturally. "Impedimenta."

The red light from the tip of his staff hit the giant monster, it tripped over an invisible obstacle and fell to the ground, making a loud noise.

"Come again."

Hermione opened her mouth and said vaguely, "Incendo."

"Incendo."

Flames ignited all over the giant monster, and it screamed and rolled wildly on the floor.

"continue."

"Stupefy."

The giant was knocked out and passed out on the ground.

"Confringo." "Bombarda Maxima."

boom!A large hole was blasted in the outer wall of the women's room on the second floor of Hogwarts. The troll flew out of the hole and smashed firmly on the grass, creating a big hole.

"Avada... let's forget about this."

Dumbledore, who arrived in a hurry, burst into tears: After less than two months of silence, Harry Potter finally started bombing the school again... Wait, something seems wrong? ?

Damn, is this the destructive power that an 11-year-old wizard can have?It's not science... no - it's not magic!

The three little wizards who watched the full HD video of the troll abuse haven't shut their mouths since Harry cast the first spell.A group of professors rushed here quickly, Qiqi stayed at the door, and Professor Quirrell passed out after screaming.

As if he didn't notice the professors, Harry turned around and smiled at the three stunned friends, "Aren't you going to practice spells?"

Troll: mmp, trolls have no right to blame.

The professors poured detection spells of various colors on several young wizards by the dozen, and after confirming that they were not injured at all, they let out a long sigh of relief.Professor McGonagall's face, which was as white as a piece of paper, turned a little redder, Snape was still frowning tightly, and the harsh gaze from bottomless black eyes rested on Harry's face superior.

"Potter," he said, his voice soft and tinged with malice, especially when he pronounced Potter's last name. "What made you dare to take your classmates to challenge a troll? Can I think that something went wrong with the Sorting Hat and you should be sorted into the reckless lions?"

"Of course you can think so, Professor." Harry pointed to the hole in the wall through which a charred troll could be seen in the grass. "I can't help it. We came here first to find Hermione, and then we met the troll. When we saw it, the door was blocked by it, and there was no way to escape. Anyway, Professor, you really Don't you want to check that troll? It looks like it's dying, and if this continues I'll be hunted down by the SPCA..."

"Shut up, Potter." Snape, annoyed by his words, interrupted him with a dark face. "Malfoy can go back to the dormitory, Potter, you come with me, put into confinement."

It's not fair, Harry thought.But the word fair probably didn't exist in Snape's dictionary.

He followed Snape down the narrow and cold stone staircase to the corridor of the underground classroom, and he was already very familiar with this route.In the past period of time, he often came here, nominally to be in confinement, but actually to help Snape make potions, and now more than half of the cold potions in the medical wing are his creations.Harry secretly improved the taste of the potion, and was scolded by Snape for this.

Maybe the gloomy Potions professor hates him very much, but he will not refuse a gifted student, and Harry will not refuse the tutoring of a Potions master.

After entering the dark and damp office, Harry closed the door, rolled up the sleeves of his robe, and asked relaxedly, "What, Professor Snape, is this cold potion or white fresh?"

"Neither," Snape said coldly.His hand, hidden in his robes, jerked out and held his wand, pointed at Harry. "Who are you?"

Harry raised his hands in fright, took a few steps back, and pressed his body against the cold and slippery stone wall. The chill passed through his robe to his skin, causing goose bumps. "Professor Snape, let's have a good talk, don't pull out your wand, I know I don't like you very much, but you can't kill your own students?"

"Who are you?" Snape gripped his wand a little tighter, his palms sweating. "There is no 11-year-old wizard who only knows the spelling of the spell, pronounces it correctly, gestures correctly and casts it successfully. Who are you?"

"I'm Harry Potter." Harry shouted angrily, "What's wrong with casting a spell? Have you ever seen a little magic genius? Expelliarmus!"

A flash of red light hit Snape, this time mildly, and the finger knocked the wand flying from his hand into Harry's.Snape stared in what could be called horror, and his usual frighteningly cold expression was gone, and Harry stared blankly at his hands.

A wandless disarming spell.

In addition to being a master of potions, Snape was also a magic genius who invented the magic spell like Shen Feng Wu Ying, but he dared to say that he couldn't even spell it.

Harry Potter was only 11 years old.

"Looks like I'm being a little unscientific," Harry corrected. "Oh, no, I'm a bit unmagical... Anyway, Professor Snape, why are you so on guard—Merlin, you can't—"

He suddenly realized something, widened his eyes, pointed to himself and asked. "You don't think I'm the Dark Lord or something, do you?"

Snape looked at him speechlessly, his slightly narrowed eyes showed high alertness.

"Are you stupid?" Harry raised his chin and said proudly, "How can the Dark Lord be as smart as me? How can I be a genius?"

Snape: "..." Are you shameless?Porter?

"You actually confused me with that idiot who can't even be a good leader. He didn't read "The Prince" at first sight, and thought he could conquer everything with his magic. He even killed my parents. What if he The sky stands in front of me, and I will use his most despicable Muggle weapon to blow him up into the sky to stand shoulder to shoulder with the sun." Harry said through gritted teeth. "Idiots with great power are the worst, and the history of both Muggles and wizards has proved this point."

"Potter, don't you think you are too arrogant?" Voldemort is the existence that can stop the wizard Nightcry no matter what, so why don't you just blow him up to be innocent?

"What's the matter." Harry looked at his Potions Master with a "you're such a fuss" look. "Anyway, he's dead. There's nothing wrong with a dead person. Could he still be alive?"

What a flag fluttering in the wind.