Retirement from Hogwarts

"What is this? A declaration of war?" At the breakfast table on the first day of school, Jack looked at the suspension notice from the Hogwarts Board of Directors brought by Claudia and shrugged helplessly. "It seems that this semester's Quidditch is going to be about your performance, seniors."

"Absolutely. You must know that the production of flying broomsticks is a very important industry for the Malfoy family, and the flying feet produced by the company owned by you and Senior Lloyd have undoubtedly threatened their family's core interests. They are really preparing to fight with you this time It’s a head-on fight.” Claudia said a little worried.

"Isn't this just revenge for what happened on the train?" Hermione asked strangely.

"What happened on the train? A conflict between juniors will not lead to such revenge. They are obviously using the topic this time." Claudia shook her head and explained.

"What do the Quidditch Association and the Church of Necessary Evil say?" Jack seemed to have been mentally prepared for this matter, and directly asked about the attitude of the two big consumers of broomsticks.

"The Quidditch Association seems to be still hesitant, but the Supreme Archbishop of the Church of Necessary Evil, Laura Stuart, said that they can always come out to support you if you need it."

"Support me? I don't think that female fox Laura would be so kind. I think she is interested in my skills, right?"

"Little brother, you are really smart. The Church of Necessary Evil hopes that we can share part of the technology related to flying feet and provide them with a sufficient discount on the flying feet and material delivery business."

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, this female fox thinks she's sure to defeat me this time." Jack smacked his lips. "But I'm afraid her calculations this time were in vain. It's just a Malfoy, and his name is just a bit of a bluff."

"Jack, look, the latest statement from the Quidditch Association." At this time, Hermione pointed to a newly refreshed article on her crystal plate and said.

Then Hermione read it out in a low voice - the Quidditch Association believes that Quidditch should be a pure sport that belongs exclusively to broomsticks, and the use of any aircraft other than broomsticks is against the rules of the game.

"This is really a nice surprise. Now that everyone is at odds with each other, things will be easier to handle." Looking at the content of this report online, Jack smiled coldly.Then, a series of commands flew to all corners of the universe through his personal terminal.Luxurious shuttles drove out of the Dimension Group headquarters on various planets and drove into the headquarters of major galaxy media companies on various planets.

As Jack and the others headed to the greenhouse after breakfast, news about broomsticks and the Quidditch League was quickly disappearing in the entire universe.Not long after, he completely disappeared from the online world.Instead, there is a new aircraft called the Flying Foot, a new league called SQA and various dark histories about the Malfoy family.

"How did you do it?"

Hermione looked at Jack in surprise as the messages suddenly disappeared and appeared on her crystal plate and asked.

"This is a new magic I have recently studied, called the magic of money."

"So you bought all the websites?!"

"No, no, no, the cost-effectiveness of buying something is too low. I used hyperspace communication technology and the right to use Microsoft's Windows virtual world to achieve absolute control of all media companies." Jack shook his hand

He calmly said the words that shocked Hermione.

"You buy them all...well"

"Shh~ Do you want the whole world to know?" Jack quickly sealed Hermione's mouth with a finger before she could say the following words.

Their actions attracted the attention of those around them.Fortunately, at this moment, Professor Sprout strode across the lawn, attracting most people's attention.

Professor Sprout is a short witch with a patched hat on her flowing hair and a lot of mud on her clothes.She walked to the front of the student team with brisk steps and scanned the faces of each student in front of her one by one.

"Is there anyone else here?"

Professor Sprout asked the people in front of the greenhouse.

"Professor, Harry is not here yet. He was stopped by Professor Lockhart on the way here." Neville raised his hand and said.

"Lockhart has already told me about Harry. Since there is no one else, let's go in. We will go to the third greenhouse today!" Professor Sprout curled his lips in disgust, turned around and walked in with the little wizards. to the greenhouse group behind him.

The students whispered with great interest that they had only followed their seniors into the first greenhouse group last school year to take care of some harmless plants that were no different from Muggle flowers and plants.This time, the plants in the third greenhouse, which the professor personally led them into, were more interesting and dangerous.

Professor Sprout stood in front of a greenhouse, then took a large key from his belt and opened the door.Instantly, the smell of damp soil and fertilizer rushed from the greenhouse, mixed with the rich fragrance of flowers.The flowers were as big as umbrellas and hung from the ceiling.While Jack was explaining the website, he pulled Hermione and followed Professor Sprout into the greenhouse in front of him.

Professor Sprout stood behind a long table in the middle of the greenhouse.There are hundreds of pairs of earmuffs of different colors on the table.When Harry quietly slipped in and sat down between Jack and Neville, she said: "We are going to repot the mandrake today. Now, who can tell me what the properties of the mandrake are?"

Hermione was the first to raise her hand, which was expected.

"Mandrake, also called mandrake root, is a powerful restorative." Hermione was obviously impressed by this dangerous plant that appeared in the Chamber of Secrets at the end of last semester. "Used to restore deformed or cursed people to their original state."

"Excellent, ten points for Gryffindor," Professor Sprout said. "Mandrake is an important component of most antidotes. But it is also dangerous. Can anyone tell me why?"

"Hearing a mandrake cry can kill someone," Hermione replied, raising her hand again.

"Absolutely correct, plus ten points." Professor Sprout said, "Look, the mandrakes here are still very young."

she said, pointing to a row of deep-bottomed plates.Everyone moved closer to get a better look.There were about five hundred green and purple seedlings arranged there.Most of the students thought they were nothing special and had no idea what Hermione meant by the Mandrake's "cry".

Harry, who had just come in, and Neville, who had met these guys last semester, looked at the leaves and shrank their necks in fear. They quickly pulled out a pair of earmuffs from their pockets and put them on.