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Chapter 183: Repaying Cedric
Wade suddenly realized his oversight.
In the original timeline, a similar incident had occurred—Dobby had used the Quaffle to attack Harry, shattering his arm. As for the fall afterward, that had happened because Harry, injured and still on his broom, recklessly pursued the Golden Snitch.
But yesterday’s match had been different. Dumbledore had been sitting in the stands. Could a House-elf really have dared to interfere with Harry right under the Headmaster’s watchful eye?
After all, even Quirrell—when possessed by Voldemort—hadn’t dared to harm Harry Potter directly in Dumbledore’s presence.
Hearing Wade’s question, Harry paused, then frowned thoughtfully. “It was… Dreian.”
The name meant nothing to Wade at first. Slytherin players were still unfamiliar to him. After a moment of recollection, he asked, “The Seeker? Tall guy, right? You’re saying… maybe?”
“He was just behind me, on my right,” Harry explained. “I saw his wand move—then my head spun. It felt like someone had hit me with a baseball bat. I lost consciousness for a few seconds… and then I fell off my broom.”
He paused, then added, “But I’m not entirely sure. I can’t say for certain the spell came from Dreian’s wand.”
Wade nodded slightly.
Some spells emitted bright, visible beams of light—but most were invisible to the naked eye. If cast quietly and discreetly, only the caster would know they’d been used.
A Scrying Charm could detect the source, certainly. But using it to examine every wand during a student conflict was deeply intrusive—like a Muggle being searched by police.
The incident hadn’t escalated to that level. After the match, two Gryffindor players had been injured, and Slytherin had lost a significant number of House Points. The responsible students were given detention.
Still, Slytherin had a stronger team overall. Their brooms were the latest Comet 2001 models, and they played without scruples. It wasn’t long before they pulled ahead in the match.
But when Harry caught the Golden Snitch, Gryffindor instantly gained 150 points—and Slytherin’s victory vanished into thin air.
Given all that, it wasn’t hard to imagine why Slytherin might hold a grudge against Harry.
Wade pondered: Could I be overthinking this?
But then—why hadn’t they acted earlier? If they were planning revenge, had they waited until now? Had their anger simmered for a while before erupting?
Seeing Wade deep in thought again, Harry didn’t interrupt. Instead, he turned his attention back to inviting Michael and the others.
He was looking forward to this Christmas holiday gathering with high hopes—dreaming of inviting every single friend he had, wishing time would rush forward to the break.
…
As the crowd began to disperse, Theo spotted Wade sitting alone and walked over.
“Wade, why are you sitting here by yourself?”
“Oh… Theo, I was just about to find you,” Wade said, glancing around. Ravenclaw’s players had already left, but Cedric still stood on the field, surrounded by a group of girls. He smiled faintly, head slightly bowed as he spoke with them.
From his backpack, Wade pulled out a scroll.
“My History of Magic notes, along with the comparative timeline against Muggle history, are finished. All key points are clearly marked. Feel free to copy them—this one, please pass on to Cedric Digory.”
“Finished?” Theo blinked in surprise, then grinned. “That’s awesome.”
He unrolled the scroll and immediately fell into the detailed, clean notes—clear tree diagrams, neatly arranged tables, and a flawless layout. He knew Wade had been working on this for a long time.
After completing the core History of Magic notes, Wade had, at Hermione’s suggestion, added a comparative timeline with Muggle history. Once the second version was done, he’d collected past OWL exam questions through friends—mainly Machionni—and integrated them with the material to aid memorization.
At Hogwarts, History of Magic from First Year through Fifth Year used the same textbook. Other history books were reference materials students often used when writing essays.
But this scroll wasn’t just well-organized—it included citations from other sources, complete with references. Just glancing at it, one could sense the immense time and effort Wade had poured into it. The knowledge contained within was a treasure.
Even though the scroll was made of ordinary parchment, the content was invaluable.
Theo thought: If I master this, I could easily score an “O” on the OWLs History of Magic exam. Even pursuing the subject at Seventh Year wouldn’t be a problem.
“This… is too valuable,” Theo said, genuinely hesitant. “Are you really giving it away?”
Wade looked serious. “Back in First Year, we often asked Cedric to help us buy things. We gave him a lot of trouble. So I wanted to find a way to repay him.”
“Just buying a gift wouldn’t be enough. Not after all the time and effort he’s put in. When I finished the notes, I thought this would be the perfect repayment.”
“He’s taking OWLs next year, right? I know he’s academically strong—but this should still help with his revision.”
At first, Wade had even considered teaming up with the Weasley Twins to sell the notes and make a profit. For students, quality study guides were always in demand. And due to Professor Binns’ notoriously dull teaching style, the pass rate for OWLs History of Magic was notoriously low.
But most jobs didn’t require a strong academic record in the subject—except for a few rare careers.
Then, with Professor Mor’s help, Wade achieved financial freedom in the wizarding world. Now that money wasn’t an issue, the idea of selling notes faded. Instead, he preferred using them to help his friends—just as Professor Mor had helped him.
Theo was silent for a moment, then chuckled. “It won’t just be a little help. It’ll make a huge difference. I’ll give it to him as soon as we get back to the Common Room.”
“Good,” Wade said, standing up. He began heading back toward the castle, when suddenly an owl landed beside him with a flap of wings.
A brown owl tilted its head slightly, holding a rolled-up note in its beak.
Since the rise of the Book of Friends trend, few people inside the castle used owls for simple messages anymore.
Wade unrolled the note. A single line of elegant handwriting stared back at him:
> My dearest Wade,
> If you’re free, please come to the Headmaster’s Office tonight at eight, after dinner. I hope it won’t disturb your gathering with friends.
> P.S. I’ve taken a liking to cream pastries lately—though Madam Pomfrey insists they’re bad for my teeth.
> Yours faithfully,
> Albus Dumbledore
—By 12 o’clock.
(End of Chapter)
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