"Harry, thank you. If you hadn't helped, who knows what would have happened." That evening after the match, Cedric sought Harry out specifically to thank him.
Harry punched him hard on the arm. He had envied Cedric's tall, muscular build for ages. He was taking the opportunity to vent, but his face broke into the friendliest of smiles.
At the same time, he said, "It was the right thing to do. We're schoolmates, after all. Besides, even if I hadn't helped, Madam Hooch would definitely have caught you."
Cedric was an honest, good-hearted boy who had no idea Harry could say one thing while meaning something so completely different. He immediately gave Harry a radiant smile.
What the hell, why is this guy so handsome? I'm seriously jealous. Looking at the sunny, handsome Cedric, Harry forcibly suppressed the urge to punch him twice more.
Yet he still asked in a very friendly tone:
"Diggory, I've been meaning to ask you. Why did you suddenly lose consciousness back then? As far as I know, although Dementors suck away people's happiness, they shouldn't have any particularly serious effects unless they use that ability called the Dementor's Kiss, right?"
"Maybe it was because of my mother." A trace of sorrow flashed through Cedric's eyes.
"When the Dementors came near me-my mum died in an accident while performing a magical experiment. I was just old enough to understand things then. It left quite a psychological scar. When the Dementors came near me, I saw the scene from just before Mum's accident, and then I broke down mentally. After that, I passed out..."
Harry felt a little awkward.
He had actually meant to take a veiled dig at Cedric, sounding concerned on the surface while really mocking him for passing out in front of Dementors.