"What is the meaning of this?" Dumbledore demanded. His anger hidden behind a façade of shock at their entrance. Although deep in his soul the anger raged, he hated the outside interference of The Board of Governors or The Ministry. They never brought any good, only disruption, although thankfully he had taught many on The Board and they admired him, so they were only a nuisance compared to The Ministry. It made him regret not taking the Minister’s seat as asked after he defeated Gellert Grindelwald, but as always he knew he had made the right decision. Young minds were easily moulded and trained, young minds such as his students; they would then leave Hogwarts filled with his beliefs and trusting his guidance, changing the world for the greater good for him. He hid his feelings and thoughts behind his occlumency shields and stood straight, looking at the invaders of his domain.