Although Louis knew what would happen after giving the Weasley brothers something, he was still taken aback, he didn't expect the two guys to play so big.

"Young master, they actually made a whole ten thousand Galleons of materials into fireworks. The little maid looked at the golden dragon-shaped fireworks flying overhead, a little speechless.

"yes..... I didn't expect those two guys to be so artistic, and they are too similar......" Louis muttered to himself.

The Weasley brothers made fireworks out of all the materials Louis had given them, and their fireworks were scurrying around the school, and our new headmistress, Principal Umbridge, was disrupting them in the school.

And now Louis and the others are in Professor Flitsch's Charms class, where the golden dragon-shaped fireworks are being scattered, and their Charms professor is putting on an interested expression and watching the fireworks fly overhead, with no intention of stopping them.

"Thankfully, the professors didn't wipe them all out at once. The little maid said with a smile.

"I think they're not sure if they have the right to do that. Louis said with a shrug.

True, this farce has been going on for hours. It stands to reason that with so many professors in the school, it won't take long for them to eliminate these fireworks with all their might.

In fact, they pretend they can't see these things, and they won't notify Umbridge to fix them until they have gone to class. As a result, Umbridge spent almost a day extinguishing the fireworks, and at the end of the day, she was almost all charcoaled. Those fireworks made by the Weasley brothers are not so easy to solve, and maybe they will kill you together. Although it is said that it will not cause any serious harm, bad luck is inevitable.

After dinner, Louis walked into Professor McGonagall's office with the little maid, and the two of them had a career meeting to talk to Professor McGonagall today.

"You may be seated. Professor McGonagall waved her wand, conjuring two chairs.

"Thank you, Professor. Louis and the little maid said at the same time.

"Well, then, I know it's a big question, but I'm going to ask you what you're going to do in the future, Pendragon," Professor McGonagall said.

"Why do you think that's a big question?" Louis looked at Professor McGonagall strangely.

"Isn't it? you're going to inherit Pendragon in the future. Professor McGonagall said as a matter of course. She didn't just stay at Hogwarts for a year or two, and Louis wasn't the only member of the Pendragon family she taught.

"No, to be precise, I want to consult you to see what I can do in the future. Louis shook his head and said that he had never said that he had to be the head of the house.

"Is there anything you hope to do in the future?" Professor McGonagall asked, sighing.

"Sleep until you wake up naturally, eat and ......die every day," Louis said, cautiously looking at Professor McGonagall's expression.

Professor McGonagall took off her glasses, rubbed her temples, and said helplessly, "I thought you and Hermione were the easiest, but I didn't expect you two to plan so strangely......"

"What's wrong with Hermione?" asked Louis curiously, it was the first time he'd heard Professor McGonagall have any grievances about Hermione.

"She's going to be a lawyer, of course, that's a Muggle profession, and I don't really know what that does. Professor McGonagall put on her glasses from the beginning, her eyes filled with helplessness.

"Uh......." Louis also felt that Hermione's idea was amazing, and Professor McGonagall was only very knowledgeable...... But that's the wizarding world...... Do you expect a wizard to help you become a lawyer?

"At least Hermione has one more goal....... What the hell are you trying to do here?" Professor McGonagall asked, raising her voice.

"I don't know......" Louis replied in a whisper as he looked a little annoyed at Professor McGonagall.

Louis ....... You know, you're one of the most gifted students I've ever seen......" Professor McGonagall looked at Louis in front of her dejectedly, "you shouldn't waste your talent. ”

Louis pursed his lips, he felt that his talent was to eat and wait for death, and live a chic life every day.

"What about you, Linda?" Professor McGonagall decided to ignore Louis for now.

"Maid. The little maid replied.

".........." Professor McGonagall felt her head hurt again, "I'm sorry, dear, what did you say?"

"Maid. The little maid replied anyway.

Professor McGonagall was tempted to throw the parchment out of her hand now, and in all her years of teaching, she had never seen anything more strange than these two.

"As my little maid, I've decided to give you a raise!" Louis said with a grin at Linda.

"Young master, it seems that you have never paid me a salary, my salary is all paid by my wife. The little maid reminded.

"Don't worry about the details....... Louis said nonchalantly.

"I suppose we can talk about your future career plans?" Professor McGonagall felt really tired, was she really old?

"Professor, who is that chair behind you?" Louis said, pointing to a chair behind Professor McGonagall. Obviously, there should be a person sitting there.

"Umbridge. Professor McGonagall's eyes flashed with disdain.

"Then why isn't she there?"

"She knew it was you who came and left here, and I have to say, it gave me a quiet environment. Professor McGonagall said.

Louis nodded indifferently, he didn't care at all what Umbridge thought of him. Anyway, all the Defence Against the Dark Arts professors have been around for less than a year, which means they won't be able to see her soon.

"What do you think we're suitable for?" asked Louis.

"It's about the course of your next study. Professor McGonagall said earnestly, "If your grades are off, I'll recommend you the right one for you, but it's clear that your grades have always been the best." Linda's grades are above average, but I've never met a student whose scores have never changed, and I'm sure she'll be able to keep up with whatever you choose. ”

It seems that Professor McGonagall has known Linda's true level for a long time, but she has never said it.

"Then it's the easiest......" Louis said.

".........," Professor McGonagall gave Louis a deep look, then raised the quill in her hand and said, "You two want to be Aurors, all right." ”

Louis looked at Professor McGonagall on the parchment in amazement, he vaguely remembered that he asked Professor McGonagall to help them choose an easier one, was it very easy to become an Auror?