Albus arrived back at his office annoyed. He had never thought that the primary school would be approved, but it was standing in front of his nose. His pawns were in this school and it was infested like his school with dark wizards and witches and creatures. Albus was now thinking. What was happening? He was losing a lot of control and when he thought that they already took too much from him, they took even more. This was it. He had to think.