It was not only the Champions who were enjoying themselves—the students were chatting happily, and so were most of the professors and guests.
Having shed their usual relatively formal attire, they had changed into all manner of dress robes. Relaxation showed on their faces as they swirled their drinks and chatted leisurely.
Whenever the conversation reached an exciting point, they would laugh merrily, clink glasses, and take another hearty drink.
Although Madame Maxime sat at the head table while Hagrid sat at the teachers' table, they were quite close together. Given their great size, they only needed to turn slightly to hear each other speak.
Hagrid was especially animated, happily saying something to Madame Maxime while frequently waving his hands about for emphasis.
His dress robes were rather fitted, and whenever he spread his arms to gesture, the taut fabric made sounds like ropes being tightened, held together only by its buttons.
Moody sat beside Hagrid. Once Hagrid began chatting with Madame Maxime, Moody's magical eye stopped moving.
Moody was probably using it to keep an eye on Hagrid, making sure that if his robes burst open, their plate-sized buttons would not fly at him.
Compared with everyone else, Barty Crouch Sr. was far more restrained. Ludo Bagman raised his glass several times, wanting to have a drink with Barty Crouch Sr., only to be turned down each time.
And the most solemn person in the entire hall was probably Snape.
He still wore his usual black robes, his expression as cold and indifferent as ever. Even the food on his plate consisted of the same few dishes he usually ate.
When the sounds of menus being read aloud in the Great Hall had mostly faded away, Dumbledore rose to his feet. He held a goblet in one hand