There were differences between wizards, and that statement held true if you replaced "wizards" with "Hagrids." Both Hagrids in the basement looked over three meters tall and weighed hundreds of pounds, but the Hagrid whose head had been pulled off was actually just for show-
Just look: air was hissing out of this Hagrid's neck, and his whole body was rapidly deflating like an enormous, leaky inflatable waving man, working hard toward becoming "a puddle of Hagrid."
"Good evening, Hagrid. Your brother doesn't look very well." Brian tugged at the coat on the puddle of Hagrid on the floor. It felt slippery, like squeezing a seal's head. Apparently, the coat was a pattern carved into this Hagrid's body. Now Hagrid really was a man in a rubber suit.
"Good evening, Chet. This is a collapsible Teething Stick, a present for Norberta. I've barely slept these past few days, and I only just managed to finish it before our trip to the Romanian Dragon Sanctuary. How does it look? Pretty good, eh? Although it looks as big as me,
"it actually weighs about as much as a pumpkin, with practically all the weight in the head."
Hagrid cradled the Hagrid-brand Teething Stick's head in his hands, looking exactly like those ghosts at Hogwarts who liked to hold their own heads and make strange noises at rotting meat, and explained cheerfully,
"When you pull the head off, the body's just a warm blanket. It's lovely and warm to wrap yourself in. Put the head back on, though, and the Teething Stick goes hard. Each part has a different hardness, so it meets the teething needs of most young dragons. Maybe even some adults, too-you know, there are always adult dragons with bad teeth."
Brian chose his words carefully. "Hmm-I have to say,