Harry Potter Makes Money Fanfiction Novels & Stories

It was the second time I burned myself with my cup of tea. I had recently bought it when I discovered an internet store about literary articles, and I instantly fell in love with the Harry Potter-themed cup that only required the coat of arms belonging to the book when it was filled to the top by a smoking liquid. Most of the time, I just filled it with water just to have the pleasure of seeing the dark color giving way to the brightness that contained the drawing of the most famous magnificent witchcraft school in the literary world.

If Moira decided to cut ties with their family, they wouldn't gain anything! "She's just attached to Asher. Dad, didn't you say that Asher is just an autistic person? If an autistic person can become the CEO of Montgo Group, why can't I become a manager? My cousin clearly can't stand to see me succeed!" Harry said fiercely. His previously timid personality had undergone some changes after their family suddenly obtained five million. Harry suddenly realized that money could come easily if there were connections and background. With those, nothing would be a problem. "If they really make me unhappy, I won't let them off easily," Harry declared.

Not stopping there, another idea popped into his head, and he quickly turned to Emma with sparkling eyes, "What specific hobbies have you had in recent years? Like buying a house, a car, clothes, etc... Just tell me. I'll buy it all for you." The problem she mentioned was money? Who didn't know he was the richest man in the city? But teaching kids not to throw money around to pamper them was essential. At this rate, her little devil would soon be spoiled rotten! She understood the personality of this little guy, given that she gave birth to him. Despite possessing the outstanding intelligence of Harry, his affectionate nature resembled hers when she was young. Like wheedling! "This crazy per

Francis said as he handed it to Ericson and returned back to continue with his biography. “I realized I could make more money by holding magic shows,” he leaned in towards professor Ericson as he whispered the next words, “using my wand which they don't know of although it goes against the rules of witchcraft and wizardry.” He once again rested his back on his seat and continued talking. “It is through the shows I hold that I have been able to sustain myself up to this period.” Cautiously, Professor Ericson took a sip of the water in his hands not to appear rude and surprisingly, it did taste okay; the way water should.

He didn’t want to seem weak. “I know this job isn’t enough,” Harry continued. “That’s why I want to suggest a faster way to earn money.” Simon straightened immediately. “What kind of work?” Harry shrugged. “It’s easy. Just one night at a bar.” “As a bartender?” Simon asked hopefully. “No.” Confusion flickered across Simon’s face. “Then what?” Harry hesitated. “It’s a high-end bar. Rich alphas are the main patrons.” “You’d just spend the night with one of them.”

she said. "Sounds like fun." His smile took on an erotic flavor as his gaze lingered on the lingerie bag near Jen's feet. "Harry and I work at a bank up the street." "Oh," Emma said. She splayed her hands across the table, hoping he would see her wedding ring. But it didn't seem to faze him. He ran his finger over the top of her hand, coming within inches of touching the ring. Emma pulled back. "Look," she said as nicely as she could, "I'm married. I'm just trying to have lunch with my friend."

Where's Harry, then? I bid James goodbye and didn't realize that my feet were leading me to her. "Hey foe, wheres your leading man?" I asked. she rolled her eyes and continued what she was doing before I came. she was serving them drinks, talking with them, and even entertaining them. but the one thing that almost burned me up was when she was asked to sit on their lap in exchange for money. WHAT THE FUCK?! MONEY?! HARRY WAS INSANELY WEALTHY, SHE WOULDN'T EVEN NEED MONEY!

Behind me was my best friend who had a very wide smile and was wearing the same kind of clothes. Harry placed a bundle of papers on the table. “Could you please sign these for me? You don't have to read through them.” “What, you want to steal from me now?” I joked. “Like you have any money in your tiny bank account?” he scoffs. “Are you done paying off student loans?” “Haha,” I said. “I should be asking you.”

"Perfect! Harry, you have to keep an eye on Sam. The moment you notice anything unusual, you must report it straight to me!" Harry puffed himself up and replied with a sigh, "When I messaged in the group chat, everyone called me lazy and good-for-nothing. Do you know how hurtful that is?" Moira knew Harry too well since he was her son. She could tell what he was angling for. If Sam could really bring home a girlfriend, a little allowance was nothing in comparison. Moira said, "If this works out, I'll give you five million dollars!" Harry made a face. "Only five million dollars? That won't cut it. I'm about to study overseas. Five million dollars won't even last me a month."

Regrets started to drown me in. Ty laughed and I quickly focused my attention back on him. "So that is why he has been searching for Harry Potter books! You turned him into a Harry Potter lover." "A Potterhead!" I gave her a disapproving look. Muggles, smh. "Yeah, whatever you call it." He rolled his eyes, clearly did not care, and I shot daggers at him.