If the Champions had still drawn the most attention during the second tune, then from the third onward, a heavyweight pairing drew almost every eye.
They were true heavyweights.
Hagrid and Madame Maxime.
Harry was certain that Hagrid had called in outside help with his appearance again today. Otherwise, his hair and beard could never have been so smooth.
Even magic had a harder time working on Hagrid, with his giant blood.
Harry suspected it would have taken at least a kilo of egg whites to get Hagrid's hair and beard that sleek. Would a touch after the ball send a shower of white flakes falling off?
When Harry had still been a little kid, he had experimented with his Older Cousin.
Egg whites really did make hair particularly smooth, working even better than mousse. But once they set completely...
Harry used to have long hair and had tried it once. Then he had been forced to cut it short and grow it out again...
Hagrid's dancing could be summed up in two words: utter shambles!
Fortunately, Madame Maxime was an exceptionally accomplished dancer. That was hardly surprising, given that hers was a Magic School in France.
In fact, every girl from Beauxbatons danced very gracefully.
Harry even wondered whether Beauxbatons offered classes specifically for that.
With Hagrid and Maxime together on the dance floor, no one else could stand out much. After all, everyone had to take care to keep a little distance from them.
There was nothing else to it; they were simply wary of getting bumped into and accidentally hurt.
Their size naturally gave them unparalleled strength as well.
The young wizards at Hogwarts had plenty of firsthand experience with Hagrid's strength. In Care of Magical Creatures, they had seen him effortlessly "soothe" enormous fantastic beasts showing