The Hogwarts headmaster's office, like the entrance to Gryffindor Tower's dormitories, was located on the Seventh Floor.
To enter, one had to first give the stone gargoyle the correct password, then climb a spiraling staircase.
The decorations and layout inside were all decided by the current headmaster.
As the pinnacle of the Wizarding World's pyramid, Albus Dumbledore naturally had the most distinctive taste.
The portraits of former headmasters, who snored in front of outsiders, were now arguing excitedly about something.
"Phineas! You old fossil, do you still not understand the merits of Muggles?"
"We are wizards, wizards who use magic, Armando!"
A portrait with a long silvery-white beard argued most fiercely with another portrait of a frail-looking man.
"Don't forget how we got our train, Phineas!"
"Armando, is it honorable for wizards to use Muggle objects?"
Sitting before a huge desk, Dumbledore reached for a Cockroach Cluster from the plate with great interest.
He parted his lips slightly and bit off the little head that was still swaying from side to side.
"Oh, the flavor is quite surprising!"
"Albus!" X2
The two portraits arguing most fiercely immediately began spraying saliva everywhere, some of it even landing on their frames.
"Have you reached a decision?" Dumbledore set the barely bitten Cockroach Cluster back onto the plate. "Personally, I think the club's name is rather good."
"No one has any objections to the name!" The portrait of Phineas, the headmaster before the previous one, was practically covered in spittle.
He had good reason to be agitated.
As the most unpopular headmaster in history, he had not only been born into the noble Black Family, but was also a staunch supporter of blood purity.
"My opinion is that it should not be approved. That is all!"
Although his figure was almost impossible to