Cedric Diggory Quidditch Novels & Stories

Frederick glanced at him, somewhat admiring, and asked, "What's your name?" "My name is Cedric Graham," Cedric introduced himself solemnly, "I was once a general under the command of Lord Seiryu. He specifically tasked me with serving you, Mr. Lester, with full dedication." Frederick nodded nonchalantly, pondering over the name. Cedric Graham was the manager of the Golden Coast residential area. The name sounded somewhat similar to the manager in Prospera Corporation, Ivan Graham. However, in reality, the two were worlds apart – Cedric was a formidable tiger, while Ivan was nothing more than a rotten shrimp.

Caitlin grabbed a chair and sat down adjacent to me, her bare thighs squashing down onto the seat as she folded her ankles and leaned back. She gestured with her hand to let me continue, almost impatiently and I cocked an eyebrow at her with a small smile. This woman… "If," I emphasised. "You're willing. Your target would be Lucas Trevino, software engineer and owner of Godfather nightclub." I paused for her reaction and she simply just nodded her head waiting for me to continue.

Cedric continued, "I didn’t poison Macy either. I just took advantage of the situation." "You took advantage to sleep with Macy, right?" Kiran asked, his face filled with anger. "Yes, but it was also part of my Gu poison cultivation," Cedric replied. "What Gu poison are you cultivating?" "I’m cultivating the Earth Dragon Gu." "Earth Dragon Gu?" Kiran asked, intrigued. Cedric nodded. "That's why I need Macy and why I’m hiding in Kirin Cave." Kiran’s expression grew even more solemn.

There was nothing she loved better than a good story, and these five men had been at the center of many. "Then I ought to go first." Cedric finished his plate and looked about the table for approval to proceed. "I was the first one to meet Godric, in 1807, when he and I were seventeen. I convinced him to sneak out of the dormitories of Magdalene College. We had dinner at a local pub and got into a brawl with an upper year named Hugo Waverly over a woman. I beat Waverly to a bloody pulp and took his cane as a matter of honor." Cedric's fingers gently twined about the stem of his wineglass. Emily's gaze fell onto the silver lion's head of the cane that was propped up against the table. "Is tha

Lionel Squisshy got close to Elizabeth's wand again and as if he saw it for the first time, and exclaimed again, to Prince Dragoesti’s indignation: “Perfect! Finally a perfect wand!” And he started the inspection of that wand again. …

Said Professor Dimitrio with a knowing smile. “My name is Dorin Silvius, from Quercus Kingdom. I’m 13 years old, and wish to apply for scholarship to study Magical Defence.” Professor Morell seemed to perk up at the mention of his name. “What is your element, Dorin?” he asked. “My element is wind.” Dorin answered, his eyes looking straight ahead. “How about your lightning magic?” Professor Morell inquired. “Well, I can make sparks...” Dorin raised his hand and made sparks appear from his pinky finger. The examiners did not look impressed.

Hermione Granger sat cross-legged on the floor of the library, surrounded by piles of books as she pored over ancient texts in search of a rare potion recipe. The silence was broken only by the soft rustling of pages and the occasional creak of a floorboard underfoot. Lost in her studies, she didn't notice the tall, dark-haired figure approaching until he was standing directly behind her. "Well, well, what do we have here?" Viktor Krum's deep voice rumbled, causing Hermione to jump and spin around. The Bulgarian Quidditch captain loomed over her, his piercing gaze fixed on her face. Hermione felt her cheeks flush under his intense scrutiny.

"That doesn't make him royalty. It just means he knows how to skate fast and hit people with a wooden stick." Trust me, I know the jerk loves to do that. "And Cedric is the second," Ivy added smoothly, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper as she leaned in even closer, her eyes flashing with excitement. "The second Ice King. Except he's the dark, brooding alternative to Zephyr's aggressive, loud perfection." My hand froze entirely on the rag. The sudden mention of Cedric's name sent a sharp, unexpected prickle of awareness straight down my spine. "Cedric?"

"It can't be... Don't tell me Cedric's the witch?" I asked myself after remembering all the unusual things about him. 'But if Cedric was a witch I would've known, he doesn't have the smell of a witch, his smell is rather unique, one that I've never smelled from any other creature. Witches can't move as swiftly as him, they rely upon their magic, not their physical strength. And Cedric's aura isn't one of those witches, so if Cedric isn't the witch then who? And if Cedric isn't a witch, then what is he?'

“I’m Derrick. Derrick Giordano.” Minerva’s eyes widened when he offered his hand for a shake. “Giordano? Like the varsity player in White Hall University?” “Yep, that’s me!” Derrick seemed to be very vivacious and cheerful. Still, the frown on Minerva’s face hasn’t yet left. “Are you still angry because I bought the last chocolate eclair?” “No.” “Then why do you seem to be still furious?”