Harry Potter.4 May 2026

He didn’t know which one yet. Didn’t matter. A dragon was a dragon. Fire, claws, teeth, and the kind of speed that made a Golden Snitch look like a polite invitation.

He didn’t go there. He went to the lake instead. Harry Potter.4

“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.” He didn’t know which one yet

Harry almost smiled. Almost.

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. ” Harry said. “I didn’t.”

“No,” Harry said. “I didn’t.”