Finally, they reached his office, all the gold and silver enchanted instruments lining his desks. Books he had stolen from numerous lords over the years, or banned and removed from the Hogwarts library spanned across the large shelves that lay around the outskirts of the room. Fawkes asleep on his perch, thankfully he had stopped fighting the forced familiar bond between them years ago. The portraits of old Headmasters and Headmistresses watching or glaring as he entered, many of them too stupid to understand that everything he did was thought out and planned for the greater good. It was a relief to know they couldn’t betray him and only a few had secondary portraits outside of Hogwarts. He shot a glance at Phineas Nigellus Black, the man who was the least helpful of the previous Headmasters or Headmistresses, he didn’t like the fact a Dark orientated and Black by birth wizard had been Headmaster. He hated that he couldn’t remove any portraits from the wall, if he could have, he would’ve burned Phineas many years ago. He had never trusted the man even though he couldn’t betray what happened inside the office to anyone.