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“Happy...” Stopping at the door, Neville almost drops the Mimbulus mimbletonia, which has grown its 40th boil exactly on time.
A stranger change has taken place under the covers, where Neville left his sleepy husband to wait for the surprise present. On the pillow there's no endearing unruly black mop with premature grey streaks, but a pair of silvery canine ears, instead.
A snout appears... to smile. And Neville would face any creature without or despite any fear. Fascinated, he watches the handsome muscular body.
“Cross over!” Harry's back in human form. “I'm learning to turn into a tame Direwolf.”