As Nico and I were walking back to the house from the lake when the old man stopped us.
"I am Professor Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts," he said.
"You're the one who knows about us, right?" I asked and he chuckled and nodded.
"Yes, I know that you're demigods. Before you ask, I'm not one myself."
"Then what are you?" Nico asked.
"I'm a wizard."
"No way!" he yelled. "That's so cool!"
"Yes, Nico, it is. Your parents have added a basement to the house for you two where you will be staying for the next two weeks. It's sound proof so no one can eavesdrop on you as you talk. Down there, you each have a trunk that is filled with all the stuff that you need for your year at Hogwarts, which is a wizarding school. You each have a wand in the basement that was designed by each of your parents. You both get your powers from within, and these wands will draw their power from there and help you seem like a real wizard."
"Wait, so we'll be able to do magic?" Nico asked in shock.
"Oh my gods!" he yelled and started jumping up and down in excitement.
"Nico," I said and put my hands on his shoulders, "Calm down. Your ten year old self is showing."
"Now, I must be going, but try your hardest to act like normal wizards." And with that, he disappeared with a 'pop'.
A few minutes after Dumbledore left, Percy and Nico walked into the house. Percy had Nico's jacket on, covering up all the scars, and his wound from earlier.
"Hi, we should probaby introduce ourselves," Percy said. "I'm Percy Jackson."
"And I'm Nico di Angelo."
"Hello," I said to them. "I'm Hermione Granger."
"I'm Ron Weasley."
"Hi, I'm Mrs. Weasley, but you can just call me Molly, and this is my husband Aurthur."
"And I'm Ginny."
"Nice to meet you," Nico said.
"I'm sorry if I bled on your couch," Percy said. "If I did, I just need a little hydrogen peroxide and I'll be able to get it out."
"Don't worry dear," Molly said, "It's nice and clean, but are you okay?" she asked and Percy nodded.
"I'm perfectly fine ma'am, just a tad tired."
"I have a question," Harry said after a moment. "What was it that you two were fighting when we ran into you?"
The two guests looked at each other.
"I don't know what you saw," Nico started, "but we weren't fighting anything."
"What are you talking about?" I asked, confused. "You two had swords and-." I was cut off by Percy who snapped his fingers and there was a slight breeze.
"You didn't see anything. I was mugged and that's how I was injured."
"Yeah, of course," Harry said and Ron and I nodded along, because what he said sounded right. Well...did it?
"Well, we're exhausted, so we're just going to head to the basement and crash," Nico said and both of them walked away and we heard a door close.
"Did they just say basement?"
When we walked down the steps, I saw that there were two beds that each had a trunk at the bottom that I assumes was full of our stuff.
One bed had a blue comforter on it, the other had a black one. Since we weren't stupid, we each walked over to our bed and opened up the trunk at the end.
"What the Hades is this?" Nico asked as he pulled out a robe like thing.
"I don't know," I said and shrugged. "I found my wand!" I yelled as I opened up a box that said 'From Dad' on it.
It was a dark brown color with a simple design, but on the back end of it, there was a trident engraved into it.
"Holy shit," Nico said as he pulled out his with a scary grin on his face. "It's made Stygian Iron. I could kill someone with this!"
"Nico!" I yelled. "You are not allowed to stab anybody with your wand!"
"You realize that what you just said could be taken many ways?" he told me and then we burst out laughing.
"Get your mind out of the gutter, di Angelo," I said and slapped the back of his head.
"I'm sorry, you set me up for that."
"Nico, be more mature."
"I'm fifteen, I can be mature later on. Wait," he said and thought for a moment, "I'm not the only one who's fifteen. You're weaker now. Percy, I challenge you to a sword fight. I think I might be able to beat you."
I reached into my pocket and pulled out Riptide and Nico made his sword appear out of thin air. "You're on."