And my Demons left Behind

The Raven flies

The Raven flies at midnight

Everything was normal in the life of Harry Potter. He was studying his syllabus perfectly, and would give his O.W.Ls this year. No, he was technically fourteen in the main timeline, but time-turners do help the deal. It would've been till sixth or maybe seventh year had Granger not interfered with her pleading eyes in front of Mcgonagall last year.

And this year she was shaking tin cans below people's noses trying to collect money to spew.

 Okay, maybe not the average Brit meaning but. . . Yeah, it did put people off, you know. You could decide a much better acronym than to just puke whatever comes in your mouth.

Like The Institution for Betterment of Elvish Tragedies — TIBET. Or A Community Concerned On Righting the Dreads of Elves — ACCORDs of Elves. Yeah, the second's much better.

But Harry guessed good doesn't exist in the world, as Granger became as red as her Weasley's hair when he mentioned this.

And so he found himself alone in the RoR yet again, trying to search on books for his new spell, which if executed correctly would make his idea 'POTs' a reality.

POTs, or Parchments of Texting, were a set of parchments that could be linked together for messaging between wizards like the Muggle SMS. It would easily be faster and more convenient, not to mention discrete and secure.

So for executing it, he first created a Transfiguration incantation to automatically elongate the parchment while writing, which saved a lot of his costs. And then, he searched upon the Protean Charms and connected it to the parchments.

But that was a child's play which even Granger could do. He wanted something grand. And so, he created a unique stamp for each parchment which also acted as an infinite amount of stickers that could be stuck in the top-left corner of the parchments to connect them. And with a long press it would lead to an explosive view of all the stamps a parchment had, to share the stamps as one would share their number.

Now what was remaining was a single spell to unite them all. It would be ridiculously complicated, for sure, but also dead useful if he wanted the production to be monopolised by him.

And so he searched. Spell chains, spell connectors, Incantatum Praefortis Postulates just for fun, and even Rituals. Nothing. Until he stumbled upon the simplest of his methods, Geminio encryption. He could just Geminio the parchments, and then apply the encryptions anyways.

He created a set of a hundred parchments, complete with their own tokens and stamps ready. He even adjusted the stamps to show who messaged them by showing the relevant stamp.

Okay, change stamp to 'profile'. And then add a photo one could choose to exhibit publicly to their stamps with the method of visual deceit charms.

It was done. No investment required from anyone, and the beta testing was ready.

He planned to show it to Dumbledore, but then remembered why he was alone here today. The Durmstrang and Beauxbatons students were arriving today.

An excellent global market.

After the cup was shown, every single student wanted to compete in the tournament. Even Harry checked his age with the 'history' option of his time-turner, but no, he was just '1y 11m 24d' older than the age in his timeline. So still not enough.

The Goblet of Fire was indeed a powerful magical object, as he could sense the raw power leaking out from it. He'd learnt to sense magic when he was dabbling with the mind arts, and boy was it dead useful. And it was way better to peep into someone's mind than talk with them endlessly trying to get information.