"By the way!" Hermione suddenly remembered something and turned, hurrying toward Professor McGonagall's office.
"Harley, I need to ask Professor McGonagall something about my schedule. You go back to the dorm first."
"What's wrong with her schedule?" Fred asked casually, watching Hermione disappear from sight.
"Nothing important." Harley shook her head, then suddenly asked curiously, "By the way, Fred, George..."
"Don't you dislike classes? Why would you join Professor McGonagall's club?"
"Oh, no, no, dear Miss Harley Potter, I think you've always had us a little wrong."
Fred grinned and wagged a finger.
"It's not that we dislike classes. Quite the opposite—we love useful classes."
"Of course, we hate certain subjects, the ones that aren't much use,"
George put an arm around Fred's neck and continued his brother's thought with great seriousness.
"Like A History of Magic."
"And Divination. That old fraud's Divination classes, right, George? They're completely useless."
"You're right, Fred. Of course, when it comes to useful classes, like Potions, we pay attention even if the professor is a loathsome old bat."
The two played off each other, then finished in unison:
"Our goal is to open the biggest joke shop in the world! We're going to give it everything we've got!"
"That's an ambitious and interesting dream," Harley said, intrigued. "How do you plan to make it happen?"
"We've already started designing magical products," Fred said smugly, while George pulled a piece of parchment from his pocket.
"We take on all sorts of odd jobs to earn a little money, then use that and our pocket money to design products."
"Once we've made a few products and tested them on ourselves to make sure they're safe, we'll sell them to our classmates to build a reputation and raise more seed money. Then we'll open a shop in