Cedric Diggory Quidditch Novels & Stories

"Yes Ms. Bell, I'm really 1010 years old. I was born on the 31st day of October of the year 982. And no, I'm not immortal. Very few beings can be said to be truly immortal in this world, and I'm not one of them. What I am is ageless. Meaning that I don't age. More specifically, my body will not age beyond its peak form. And that's why I am 1010 years old and look no older than 25. Good question, one that I always receive. Next one, Friar Tuck, if you please?" The students from Hufflepuff put their hands up. And Fat Friar, with his ever jolly persona, floated a little above the Hufflepuff's table and pointed to a student, choosing him for the next question. "Mr. Diggory." "Yes! Cedric Diggory

he dropped his hands and tried to get up. "On your knees!" Vini shouted, and I gestured for him to calm down. "Do you know who I am?" I asked. The man looked familiar, like I had seen him somewhere, although I couldn't place him. "Of course, I know who you are. You are Dominic Montego, the Don of the Montego empire." "And you are?" Clearly, the man knew all about me while I knew nothing about him. His knowledge of me had me curious. "I didn't know that my fame had reached far and wide." I looked around the deserted landscape.

he halts, turning back at her "- Lord Segillis Oyr Cedric, the First." "Segillis Cedric. Just what are you?"

He ran his fingers along Cedric's leg bone, carefully bending it back into place. Cedric was sweating and shaking, clutching Lance's wrist so hard his nails drew blood. The pain was severe despite the pain-relief potion. He felt it all over his body. After resetting the bone, Digby applied medicine, fixed it with two wooden boards, and bandaged it. Cedric had to rest in bed until the bone healed. Digby's ointment worked great. It was his own recipe, not available elsewhere. So it could heal fast and speed up Cedric's bone repair.