Chapter 341: Something Out of Place

Chapter 341: Something Out of Place

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"Dialogue"

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Chapter 341: Something Out of Place

Not wanting to waste what could be his only chance to escape, Cedric took advantage of the confusion and sprinted past the dragon.

The beast shook its head and snapped back to reality after being hit.

Without turning around, it swung its tail like a whip, catching Cedric on the back.

"Arrgggg!" The boy was pushed forward and ended up falling on top of a large rock.

He heard the dragon moving behind him.

"No..." He must have broken something in the fall because he could barely move.

The dragon began to open its mouth, sparks of crimson flames appearing within.

But before it could unleash its fiery breath on Cedric, it was hit by a barrage of spells from the four dragon handlers rushing at it.

The dragon shrieked violently and took several steps back.

"Get him out of here!" Charlie Weasley commanded the others.

Two of the handlers grabbed Cedric and carried him out of the arena, into the infirmary tent that had been placed nearby.

"Let me see," Madam Pomfrey was ready and waiting for them.

"Hmm... three broken ribs and a fractured leg. It could have been so much worse, to be honest." The Healer smiled.

"I'll get you fixed up in a jiffy, Mister Diggory. You'll be running by dinnertime."

Back in the audience stands, everyone was talking about what they had just seen.

"Yikes... I thought he was a goner," Lyra grimaced.

"Maybe..." Charlie said.

"That's some impressive aim, then."

Charlie spotted something red behind a large rock.

"There!" He rushed over and grabbed the object. "A broom?"

His co-worker got closer to have a better look, and when he saw it, his eyes widened.

"That's not just a broom, that's a Firebolt! The best flying broom in the whole world."

"Yes, I know that," Charlie said.

Most of his family was obsessed with Quidditch, so how could he not know what this was? "My brother Ron wouldn't shut up about this broom all summer. Apparently, one of his classmates got one." He then added.

"Must be a rich kid. That broom costs about six months' worth of my salary." The young handler said with a chuckle.

"What I meant to say is... who would throw a broom at a dragon?" Charlie wondered.

"Mmm... a very rich kid?" The young worker looked at the broom with wide eyes. "Say... you think we could keep it?"

Charlie scoffed.

"Don't be ridiculous, of course not! This must belong to a student from the audience, and I'm certain they'll want it back."

"Yeah... I guess so," the young man looked a bit disappointed.

Charlie chuckled at his friend's reaction before turning his attention back to the broom. He passed his finger across the wooden body.

"There's a bit of damage on the handle, but it shouldn't be too much trouble to fix... wait, here are some engravings on the side." He just noticed.

"Does it say the name of the owner?"

"Let's see..." Charlie read its contents aloud.

"To H.J.P., with love from your favorite Godfather, Padfoot."

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