Novel & Cerita Harry Potter Makes Money Fanfiction

Her parents were ordinary wage earners, and a month with a monthly salary of only about ten thousand dollars, her allowance was also, needless to say, limited. Now that she had an extra of five hundred thousand, she was prepared to buy the bag that she had been eyeing for a very long time. At that moment, a call suddenly came in. It was Harry, whom she had dinner with. She smiled as she picked up the call. “Are you having trouble sleeping, Harry? It can’t be that you’re too excited, right?” Harry didn’t sound excited at all. Instead, he sounded like he was going to burst into tears any second. “Mon, something has happened. Something huge has happened. I knew it. I knew that something big wou

In order to pay off the gambling debt, they decided to make use of Hazel. “Matt Crowe!” Harry was trembling with anger. “Your son owes a million dollars, so you want to sell my daughter to pay off the gambling debt for you?! You, you...” Harry had always been polite and wasn’t capable of swearing at all. Now, he was so pissed off that he was out of breath.

This was why he disliked talking about the past. Hearing him made Eva let out a small laugh. "Seeing you cry would be worth billions." She joked, a tiny smile on her face. Harry quickly sat up straighter, his eyes going wide with excitement. "Wait seriously? You’d pay me billions to cry? I’d cry as much as you want if you pay me that much-" "No, you idiot. I was only kidding, you money obsessed man." Eva chuckled at his desire for instant wealth. "Boo, you’re no fun." Harry pouted. He had truly taken Eva seriously. One would really think he was a broke man with the way he was acting but both Eva and him know how rich he was without his family wealth.

I felt the guy beside me nodding as I turn to him, "Help me get it back, yes?" "No." "Come on, I'm your twin!" "Pay me," Harry smirks. I growl. "You brothers are such a pain!" He was just staring down on me. "Harry, you're being creepy." "Give me money, sister. I am in dire need of cash," hand is extended out to me and I smack it. "Ellis, I want you to know that you are a celebrity. You make your own money. You are rich." "But I need money."

Depending on the reception of the crowd, the singers get paid handsomely, especially if they keep returning. Ever since I sang at a friend's birthday party that Harry was present at, he’s been adamant about me entertaining his customers, promising to reward me handsomely but I always turned him down, never feeling the need to sing for money but here I am today. “So how much are you paying me?” “A thousand dollars is my basic payment for a night but don’t worry, if you make the crowd go crazy, these rich kids will open their coffers on you and you could make ten times that,” Harry replies, winking at me.

In front of me on the laptop screen, he flipped to the page of my previous work. "Three million views and 1 lakh comments. Wow, this is a source of incredible joy for me." "Sara, I bet the last article brought in a ton of money for you." I checked my author's account after listening to his inquiry. "Yes, my publishing house has given me a considerable sum this time around. With this much money, I could pay college fees, rent for my apartment, buy medicine for my sick mother, and yes, even buy myself some new clothes. And..."I put my hand on my chin and started thinking about what to do with the rest of the money.

“You really think I’m that dumb?! You read some stupid book about baseless new-age-magick hullabaloo and then made up this whole story about your super-special snowflake status as if it’s all real! Gosh, poor Wilson is just too nice and kind to suspect that you’re a fraud. It was the only reason he fell for it!” Javier was incensed by Joey’s accusation and doubts about his powers. “Do not even insult me like that—or insult my abilities altogether!” he snarled. His retort only triggered more of Joey’s spleen. “Wow, you almost sound like you believe your own bullsh*t! Okay, then! You can make 15,000 dollars with your superpowers, huh, Harry Potter? Hell, if you manage to make that much money w

This cause was near and dear to his heart. “2,100,000,” Tara countered. “2,500,000,” I said. “2,800,000,” she huffed, hating to be outbid. Sure, she had plenty of money, but I would be damned if I was going to allow her to take home this collection. I did not struggle on the money front because I had plenty of investments and companies that drew a strong revenue. Being the one that many witches sought out for specialty magic also earned a pretty penny.