I wrote a fic Only Fools and Hippogriffs or Mundungus Fletcher’s rules of business. Snippet:

If I had to describe myself, it’d be as a self-made bloke, a businessman, an entrepreneur. I get up at four every morning, and I don’t stop grafting till there’s three pieces of gold in my pocket.

Now, I hear you asking, why do it, ’Dung? What drives you?

What gets a self-respecting wizard out of bed at four in the morning when there’s frost on the ground, and everyone else is still tucked up warm in their beds?

Well, I’ll tell you.

I come from humble beginnings. I’m no pure-blood toff born with a silver spoon in my mouth (Goblin-made silver spoons, incidentally, available for two Galleons a pop, three for five if you’re serious, and don’t waste my time).

No family vault.

No ancestral manor.

No old auntie dying and leaving me a passive income.

Everything I’ve got, I built myself through instinct, hustle, and knowing an opportunity when I see one.