Cedric Harry Potter Novels & Stories

She wondered what was in the bag he carried. “This is Tristan, Isolde Hawstrings,” Draco indulged her, introducing the man. She knew there was something crooked about it, and she turned fully to watch the lord and the man, Tristan. “He is a magic peddler, you see? And tonight, I only want him to add some spice to the entertainment…” Isolde winced when Draco tugged her down to his mouth level and growled. “And I hope to the gods you have pleasure watching it…”

I make a wrong turn from the path made for us and I hear a distant crackling, like fire burning. Despite myself, I walk towards the sound stealthily. Then I see him. Alpha Henry, a ball of fire in his hand, he throws it at a small tree and the fire is quickly replaced in his hand without any sticks burning like magic. Then I hear a voice first, before seeing Cedric beside him.

My calm submission seemed to unnerve Cedric more than any violent protest. I had just packed the last ancient spellbook into my trunk when the door to my hideout was blasted open by a surge of dark magic. Cedric stood in the doorway, his crimson eyes were bloodshot, burning with a desperate rage. “What game are you playing?” he growled, his voice low and dangerous. His eyes raked over me, scrutinizing me from head to toe, as if trying to find a single crack in my facade.

"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

Cedric paused for a moment, then smiled. To him, Harvey was either insane or purely dumb for saying something like that in this situation. “Are you nuts, Harvey?!” Elodie screamed. “Young Master Cedric is the young master of the Corpse Walkers! He belongs in the top-rated circle! “And you? You’re just a con man—a geomancy expert and a live-in son-in-law! “How dare you tell Young Master Cedric to kneel in front of you?! “You want his arm, too?! “Keep dreaming!”

Sleep eluded me that night. Every time I closed my eyes, his face materialized: those storm-gray eyes, that cruel, beautiful mouth. The way he had looked at me, as if I were something he yearned to shatter, or devour. I struck the thin mattress beneath me. "Stop it," I hissed, my voice a ragged whisper. "He called you a half-blood like it was a disease. He's not your enemy. He's not anything."

"I'm here to seek guidance from you, Mr. Everglade." In my previous life, Cedric was admitted into the Royal Magic Research Institute. He was known as the most knowledgeable person in Northia. In the beginning, he assumed that I was just asking his advice as an excuse for something else, so he was very half-hearted with his explanations. When I pointed out exactly which steps in the derivative process I was confused about, he finally realized that I was really serious about studying and started taking things seriously. He was very pleased that, scholars aside, there was finally a noblewoman willing to study in this region.

But her excitement and conviction made me believe that it was real. "Wait, so there are actually people with magical powers?" I asked, trying to wrap my head around this new information. "Yes, and it's not just limited to humans. There are also fantastic creatures like dragons, unicorns, and even talking paintings," She replied, her eyes sparkling with wonder. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. It sounded like a world full of endless possibilities and adventure. "And the best part is, Harry Potter, the famous wizard, goes to Hogwarts too. He's the chosen one, destined to defeat the dark wizard, Lord Voldemort," Renee continued, her voice filled with excitement.

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.

“The Vice-Principal Mr. Grey is afraid of Cedric’s father, and we think almost of the school staff did so too.” That’s a first and a total red flag that Cath couldn’t just brush off. For the fact that the school is a prestigious private institution, and one person especially a parent of one of the students shouldn’t be the center of it. Unless. “Monique, what is Cedric’s full name?” “Cedric Gideon mommy.” The little girl answer’s her directly and immediately blares the alarm inside her mind and a person is ringing to be the culprit. But to make sure, Cath asks.