Lupin's transformation left Harry disappointed. Was this all there was to a werewolf?
At that moment, Lupin looked less like a werewolf and more like a dog-headed man. No, he was not even as good-looking as most dogs.
Just moments earlier, they had been waiting for the moon to reach its highest point in the sky.
"Werewolves don't need to see the full moon to transform. In fact, once the full moon reaches its highest point, at midnight, a werewolf will transform automatically."
While they waited for the full moon, Lupin had even found time to teach Harry and the others a few things about werewolves that their textbooks did not mention:
"But even before midnight, if a werewolf sees the full moon, he'll transform early. So if you find yourselves in a confrontation with a werewolf, don't assume he can't transform just because it isn't midnight yet!"
Then midnight arrived.
Just as Lupin had said, he had neither seen the full moon nor been exposed to moonlight, but his body still began to change.
His body began to swell, stretch, and swell again. His head lengthened, his shoulders hunched, and his spine seemed to protrude from his back. Gray hair grew on his face and hands, though not much of it. His nails grew too, becoming exceptionally sharp.
But although the transformed Lupin was tall, he looked very thin. He was far scrawnier than the werewolves Harry had imagined or seen in films and television. Even the somewhat abstract illustrations of werewolves in books looked much more muscular than this.
Honestly, he was ugly as hell.
It was not just Harry. Even Ron and Hermione wore rather odd expressions as they looked at the werewolf before them.
"Why does Remus still look like this? Hasn't he been a werewolf