Harry Potter.4 Apr 2026

“Dried currants. Very flammable, apparently.” Cedric took a sip from his mug. “Want some tea? It’s from my mum’s thermos. Stays hot for a month.”

“Then you’ve already fought something worse than a dragon,” Cedric said. “You fought being thrown into something you didn’t choose. And you’re still here. That’s not luck, Potter. That’s spine.” Harry Potter.4

Harry walked outside.

Harry nearly fell in. Cedric Diggory emerged from behind a yew tree, looking annoyingly calm in his Hufflepuff pajamas, a steaming mug in his hand. “Dried currants

“No,” Harry said. “I didn’t.”

Cedric sat down a few feet away. He didn’t offer false cheer. He just said, “I watched my mum burn a scone once. Whole kitchen went up. Dad used a Hose Charm for an hour. After that, dragons seemed slightly less terrifying.” It’s from my mum’s thermos

But for the first time all week, he didn’t feel alone.