Twisting the doorknob, I stepped into the office. In my previous visits, it was fairly well kept. But now, it was in an organized disarray. Several of the magical implements that were previously tracking Harry are inert. One of them had even exploded. Wherever there was a flat surface, there were papers scattered along. A stack of books was piled high next to one of the chairs. Turning the corner, I saw that the headmaster was leaning heavily against his desk. Which also had another pile of books. His right hand was covered by his sleeve, but the sensation of dark magic was still extruding from it.