Beyond the marble cube, three corridors lead off, each with its own flair; one is wide, with elegant parquet flooring, lit by a warm light that reminds him of a Muggle hotel in the fifties he once saw on a television show. This is the corridor Harry is about to disappear in; it leads to the offices of the most prestigious Aurors. The one in the middle gives the confusing impression of a beehive; doors are constantly being flung open, Aurors rush from one office to the next, throwing themselves into the restless flow of a long working day.