Rise Of House Cason

Chapter 77 - Ilvermorny to Hogwarts

A few days later, Art and Newt landed in London and cleared customs. They made their way towards Hogwarts to talk to Dumbledore about the journey. Art was excited to see his friends again.

They entered the school and went straight to Dumbeldore's office. A few students saw Art and started to whisper.

"Is that Artland Cason? I heard went overseas to the American school."

"Is he back?"

"I wonder if he got any stronger?"

Art and Newt stood in front of the gargoyle statue and waited for a bit before the gargoyle came to life and jumped out of the way. Walking into the office, Art saw Dumbledore in his pale blue robes and half-moon spectacles sitting behind his desk.

"Newt, Artland, good to see you both." he said kindly, giving them a kind smile.

"Dumbledore." Newt said giving a slight nod.

"How was your trip?"

"It was great, Art and I both learned lots." Newt said, nodding at Art.

Dumbledore nodded and asked, "How was Ilvermorny?"

"Awesome. I think Hogwarts can learn a lot from them I think." Art said, "May I be excused professor? I would like to see my friends."

"Of course Art." Dumbledore said.

Art left the office in a hurry.

Dumbledore looked at Newt with a raised eyebrow.

"He missed his friends terribly." Newt explained, taking a seat.

"What happened with the Hidebehinds?" Dumbledore asked.

"A wizard was experimenting on them and breeding them. Something about creating an army or something. Artland made a large contribution to the fight as well, saving some students and killing the culprit."

"He killed someone?" Dumbledore asked suddenly, his eyes turning sharp.

"Yes." Newt answered, looking at Dumbledore keenly.

Dumbledore didn't say anything but his blue eyes spoke volumes to Newt.

"Stop thinking what you're thinking, Albus." Newt said in a low voice.

Dumbledore looked at Newt and a bitter smile appeared on his face. "Sorry Newt. I worry for the child."

Newt leaned back in his chair, his face serious. "You don't worry for Art, you worry about another Dark Lord."

"You think too little of me Newt."

"I believe I am one of the few who isn't enamored with your brilliant accomplishments." Newt said simply.

Dumbledore didn't respond and simply drank from his tea.

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Art searched the castle, peeking his head into various classrooms looking for the twins and Cefric. Many students and teachers were surprised to see Art while some were annoyed with him interrupting their classes, Snape.

Art finally found them in the Room of Requirement practicing some spells.

"ART!" they yelled.

After a few hugs and laughs they sat down and talked about their year apart.

"Lupin was sacked?" Art asked confused.

"He was a werewolf, Snape let it slip earlier this month causing many parents to write Dumbledore." Cedric said quietly.

"Bloody idiots, the lot of them. He was the best teacher we have ever had." Fred said angrily.

Art shook his head at the discrimination in the wizarding world.

"I'll talk to him after school is done. I'm sure we can find him a job." Art said.

The boys listened to Art's stories about Ilvermorny and the Hidebehinds.

"They have a dueling stage!?" George asked, his eyes glowing.

"You can challenge anyone. It is pretty incredible." Art laughed.

The four of them continued to talk until the sky darkened.

"Are you going to the Quidditch World Cup this summer?" Cedric suddenly asked.

"I don't think so. Probably spend some time with my parents and Newt." he answered.

"You have to come Art! Ireland is playing Bulgaria! Viktor Krum is the best seeker in the world." Fred said, a hint of admiration on his face.

"Plus… I am sure your girlfriend will be there." Cedric said with a smile.

"How do you know?" Art asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Witches and wizards from all over Europe will be going to the game. A pureblood family from France will more than likely be going." Cedric said, "Send her a letter and ask."

Art thought it was a good idea and decided he would later.

The four of them had supper together in the Great Hall where Art said hello to Harry, Ron and Hermoine. The students gathered around Art and asked him many questions about Ilvermorny. Other schools were a well guarded secret with little or no information making it to the outside.

Art had been to another school which peaked everyone's interest, especially Hermoine.

"What was it like? Is it better than Hogwarts? Are their classes better?"

She rattled off numerous questions giving Art a mild headache. He tried to answer her questions the best he could but they just kept coming. It wasn't until Harry and Ron dragged her away did they stop.

"She is still a curious one." Art said, rubbing his head.

"I heard she has a crush on you." Fred smirked, enjoying Art's misery.

"You prepared for you OWLs?" Art asked, changing the question.

"Of course. Cedric has been cracking the whip since you been gone." George complained.

"Someone has to keep you troublemakers in line."

The twins rolled their eyes and ignored Art.

"Well you better get some Outstandings or else your mum might disown you." Art laughed, making to twins turn red.

"Did you hear that Cedric has a girlfriend?" Fred asked.

"Really?" Art said surprised.

"Well not technically but he has been seeing her a bit lately." George said with a smirk.

"Who?"

"Cho Chang. Third year Ravenclaw."

Art shot a look at the Ravenclaw table where Fred pointed her out. She was a pretty girl with straight black hair and fair skin. He felt a stare and found Cedric glaring at him causing Art to snicker.

Fred and George laughed loudly drawing looks from other tables. Cho Chang looked up from her table and saw Cedric and Art looking at her and turned red, looking down at her table.

This caused the twins and Art to laugh even harder making Cedric turn red. Art thought that he might hex them but there were too many witnesses.

Art noticed that Harry seemed to turn glum and poke at his supper.

'Poor Harry…' Art thought.

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