The Brightest Star Of The Darkest Night

24. Hogwarts Board Of Governor

Here's what you've been waiting for!

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Marvolo stepped inside the meeting room with Barty and Lucius in tow. From what he learned, commonly, the Hogwarts Board of Governor meeting doesn't hold in this room, there is a smaller room which was enough for the twelve members of Governors, now thirteen. But Marvolo has requested the presence of every professor of Hogwarts for this meeting.

Marvolo glanced around the room. It was an old-fashioned conference chamber with a wide and oval mahogany table and multiple comfortable seats. The floor was carpeted. There were multiple portraits around the chamber, portraits of the old Headmasters and Governors included. There also were portraits of the Hogwarts founders, Marvolo noticed, dismissing the other three and looking at one portrait particularly. Salazar Slytherin was eyeing Marvolo critically as well, obviously judging his worth to be the next Lord of Slytherin. Marvolo kept his mask intact as he stared right back at him, raising one of his eyebrows in a challenging way.

Ah, he omitted him from the secret of Fidelius, didn't he? Well, he will rectify that mistake when he returns home after all this is over.

Salazar Slytherin gave him a long look, before smirking when he saw the challenge in the eyes of the new Lord of Slytherin as if daring him to say something. Looks like he appreciates the House and its ancestors. Habitually, he doesn't bother with all these mundane gatherings, but then Lady Hogwarts contacted his portrait and showed him the visions of the current Hogwarts Headmaster, his pet chickens, and some of the professors on the uproar and the denial of learning about Lord Slytherin, saying he must be The Dark Lord himself, or related to him anyhow. He wouldn't have bothered about the foolish Gryffindor throwing a temper tantrum which would have made a toddler proud, but it's about his house. The Slytherin House. 

The last Lord of Slytherin was Tom. He never heard about this Marvolo Salazar Slytherin before, especially when the man has his name.

So yes, he was undoubtedly curious. Who is he?

Marvolo smirked at the conflicted look on Salazar, before taking his seat and focusing on the people gathering around the table. He peeped around as people entered one by one, Professors and Governors alike. He didn't even bother to give a second glance when Dumbledore entered the room as if he owned it, a few of his pet chickens trailing him in like ducklings. Though Marvolo can't help but eye the Potter matriarch, and how she's smiling brilliantly at something Pomona Sprout saying.

How can she still smile after exiling her child with the foulest of the Muggles? So cold and brutal. Unfortunately, no one can see how much. Even his mother was better than that pathetic excuse of the woman, ran away from her crazed family to give birth to him and keep him safe from them.

No worries, he is going to take that smile away soon. Very soon. He can feel the satisfactory glee of anticipation to his very bone when he remembered what he has been planning for them. He is going to ruin their reputation completely. The Potter scion's fake 'Boy-Who-Lived' fame is the only one he will leave them with.

Marvolo inwardly groaned when the senile coot glanced his way, it will do him good if the goat with his horrendous robes stays away from him.

"Marvolo Slytherin, is it?"

Marvolo sighed but kept his face stoic as he turned to look at him, "Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Wizardry and Witchcraft, Supreme Mugwump of ICW, and Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot."

Marvolo raised an eyebrow and kept himself from snorting at the blatant power display. Yeah no, he is not impressed and he's not afraid of showing it. "Pleasure." He drawled, making sure to let him know that it is anything but. Marvolo bit the inside of his cheek to stop himself from smirking as Dumbledore lost some of the twinkles in his eyes.