“Ced's talked about you, of course,” said Amos Diggory. “Told us all about playing against you last year... I said to him, I said—Ced, that'll be something to tell your grandchildren, that will... You beat Harry Potter!”
Harry couldn't think of any reply to this, so he remained silent. Fred and George were both scowling again. Cedric looked slightly embarrassed.
“Harry fell off his broom, Dad,” he muttered. I told you ...it was an accident...”
“Yes, but you didn't fall off, did you?” roared Amos genially, slapping his son on his back. “Always modest, our Ced, al-ways the gentleman ...but the best man won, I'm sure Harry'd say the same, wouldn't you, eh? One falls off his broom, one stays on, you don't need to be a genius to tell which one's the better flier!”
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