Professor McGonagall was right. The position of Hogwarts Headmaster really did not involve much work at the moment.
Because Professor McGonagall was handling all of it.
Watching how busy she was made Frank feel rather ashamed. All he could do was walk around the Castle more often.
Whenever he saw Neville, he wanted to urge him to become an Auror, but each time he stopped himself.
He had missed more than ten years of Neville's life—his entire childhood. Trying to change Neville's dream now hardly seemed like something an open-minded parent would do.
So Frank spent most of his time wandering the school, occasionally sneaking over to watch Neville train or attend Herbology.
Seeing how attentive his son was in Herbology, and how clumsy but determined he was in Charms, filled Frank with pride.
Professor McGonagall was right. Neville had his own path to follow.
Of course, Frank had also seen what Will could do. He had to admit that Mr. Behrens was a prodigy.
Every time he saw Will, Frank marveled at his talent. Were he and the other wizards even the same species?
As Frank wandered, the days slipped by.
At last, he went from feeling utterly at a loss to gradually looking the part of a headmaster.
In Snape's office, he stared at the Opal Necklace on his desk, his expression dark.
Lucius had sent it, along with a detailed account of what it was and Voldemort's instructions: give it to Dumbledore. It could be used to hurt him.
Snape was irritated. Dumbledore was not even at the school, and he could hardly discuss this with Frank.
After all, Frank could not be allowed to learn that he and Will were Double Agents.
Dumbledore, Dumbledore. You ran off and left this mess behind at the school.