Retirement from Hogwarts

'It's off again this time. ' Jack thought as he rubbed his forehead when he woke up in the school hospital. 'No wonder Ravenclaw would mark its use with caution in the Book of All Laws. Sure enough, time magic cannot be used indiscriminately.It's better to use less until you get rid of the side effect of still being confident even after the magic wears off.However, Deathwing's strength is also unexpectedly strong. It seems that next time he will have to bring the main body with him. '

"But this time it's a blessing in disguise." Jack murmured quietly as he looked at Hermione sleeping on his extra-large hospital bed. "It seems that the Christmas gift was not in vain. Madam Pomfrey is very good at assisting."

"Hmm~ What gift?" Hermione muttered drowsily.

"It's okay, just sleep a little longer, Hermione." Jack whispered in Hermione's ear.After speaking, he gently kissed Hermione on the forehead.Then, he climbed out of the hospital bed softly and tiptoed toward Madam Pomfrey's office.Maybe he was walking so intently that he didn't notice Hermione's eyes quietly opening her eyes and her face becoming as red as an apple after he turned around.

"No wonder Madam Pomfrey arranged this kind of double bed for him. It turned out that he secretly bribed Madam Pomfrey during Christmas." Hermione stared at Jack's back with an inexplicable light in her eyes and muttered.

It was already the third day since Jack woke up from the hospital.In the past three days, a large number of letters of condolences flew into Jack's ward like snowflakes. From time to time, some owls carrying large packages even crashed in through the window, causing Jack and Hermione to panic for a while.

"This is already the interstellar era, can't they find another way to deliver packages?" Jack said dissatisfied.

"There are always some old men who think that the old way is the best way. You have to understand the feelings of the old people, big boss." Fred, who came over to help pack the mail, winked at Jack and said.

"No way, who let these owl postmen rob our boss Fang's money? He should complain." George winked and joked.

"That's enough for you two. If you are slacking off, your research funding will be halved next semester." Jack threatened, glaring at the Weasley brothers who took the opportunity to slack off.

"No!" Fred and George screamed, lowering their heads and began to carefully pack up the letters that Jack had received.

While Jack was hospitalized, Aurors from the Ministry of Magic and teachers from the academy came again and again, tirelessly asking them to repeat the details of the adventure, especially when Jack talked about their experiences in the City of the Black Knight, those The Aurors of the Ministry of Magic in London listened particularly carefully.

"I don't understand. These levels are obviously set by professors. They should know what's inside better than us, so why do we have to ask them every day." Neville complained on the way out of the school hospital.

His words caused Jack and Hermione to stop involuntarily and stare at him closely for a long time.

"Well, it's Neville."

"It's Neville."

"What's wrong with you?" Neville looked at them and asked in confusion. After speaking, he took out a mirror and looked at them carefully. "Is there something on my face?"

"Nothing, nothing. Did Madam Pomfrey say when Harry will wake up? Will he be able to catch up with tomorrow's game?" Jack interrupted Neville's question and changed the topic to Harry's body. .

"Mrs. Pomfrey thinks it will take at least two days for Harry to wake up. He may not be able to make it to the Quidditch final tomorrow."

"It's such a pity. I originally hoped to have a good match with him this semester."

"Fight?" Hermione looked at Jack strangely, "Aren't you a Chaser? How can you fight with Harry, a Seeker?"

"Let's see if I can surpass Gryffindor by 150 points first or if Harry can catch the Snitch first." Jack said with a disappointed look in his eyes.

"You will definitely not get 150 points! Boss."

"Even if you were our boss, we would still be angry if you said that."

At this moment Fred and George jumped out from the corner of the corridor.

"Fred, George, why are you here?" Hermione asked, looking at the two of them in surprise.

"Of course it's to celebrate our boss being discharged from the hospital."

"Happy discharge, boss."

After the two of them finished speaking, they lit up the mini fireworks in their hands.

"Boom."

A huge explosion enveloped the five people.

"Cough cough cough cough." X6

The smoke and dust from the explosion choked several people and made them cough violently.

"So you are talking about Jack definitely not getting 150 points because you plan to send him to the hospital again tonight?" When the smoke cleared, Claudius used his wand to support the shield protecting six people. Ya asked, glaring at Fred and George fiercely.

"Of course not, Lady Empress."

"That's definitely an accident. It would be a big loss for the two of us to trade for Jack."

"I don't think so. No matter whether you two go or not, you can't surpass our Ravenclaw team by 150 points. But Jack is different." Hermione stared at the two people dissatisfied and said, thinking in her heart. Thinking about how to persuade Jack not to continue investing in these two suicide experts.

"I'll let you go this time." Claudia rolled her eyes at the two of them and said.Then he handed two black and gold-gilded invitations to Jack and Hermione.

"This way my mission is completed. Work hard for tomorrow's game, Jack~" Claudia winked at Jack and said.

"What is this?" After Claudia left, the remaining three people gathered around curiously.

"The invitation from Arendelle seems to be traveling everywhere again this holiday." Jack said to the other three after taking a look at the contents of the invitation.

"But why are you inviting me?" Hermione asked curiously, looking at the invitation.

"You are the Saint of Arendelle now, is there anything strange about asking you to go?" Fred said exaggeratedly.

"Our boss, on the other hand, even though he just went for a tour, he actually got a copy of the invitation. This is so strange." George teased Jack.

"It's probably a courtesy invitation," Jack said nonchalantly, ignoring the two men's provocation. "But you two, do you want to make a bet with me?"

"What's the bet?" Fred and George became interested as soon as they heard about the bet.

"If I can get more than 150 points tomorrow, how about giving me an extra two percent of your magic store's shares?"

"What if you lose?" they both asked in unison.

"What if I lose? Your research funding will be unlimited next semester, how about that?"

"Deal!" X2