Hagrid usually wore enormous coats made from all sorts of strange furs, so much so that many people thought he was bulky and flabby. That was not actually the case.
As someone who liked wandering around the Castle's vast Quidditch pitch whenever he had nothing to do, and occasionally taking a turn or two through the Forbidden Forest, how could he possibly have been obese?
In fact, Harry and Ron, who had swum with Hagrid in the Black Lake, knew that he was not flabby at all. On the contrary, he was powerfully built. Of course, a bit of a belly was perfectly normal at his age.
And today, all the young wizards who had not known this found out too.
Hagrid had changed into a roomy woolen trench coat. His normally tangled hair had been combed into a huge braid that hung down his back, and he had shaved off most of his beard, leaving only a ring around his mouth and a little on his chin, which had also been tied into a small braid. Combined with a physique capable of manhandling a brown bear with one hand, it made him look both masculine and wild.
This meant that when he stood beside the beautiful, slender Madame Maxime-slender relative to her height, of course-he did not look out of place in the slightest.
"Is that Hagrid?" Dean Thomas asked incredulously from a spot not far from Harry and the others.
"Probably...?" Seamus Finnigan was not at all certain either. Then they both looked at Harry. Of their group, Harry and his friends were, of course, more familiar with Hagrid.
What they saw, however, were equally surprised expressions on all three of their faces.
"Someone definitely put that look together for Hagrid. There's absolutely no way he could have