Гарри Поттер и Принц-полукровка
The lightning-struck tower
"Doit,"saidthestrangerstandingnearesttoHarry,abig,rangymanwithmattedgreyhairandwhiskers,whoseblackDeathEater’srobeslookeduncomfortablytight.HehadavoicelikenonethatHarryhadeverheard:araspingbarkofavoice.Harrycouldsmellapowerfulmixtureofdirt,sweatand,unmistakeably,ofbloodcomingfromhim.Hisfilthyhandshadlongyellowishnails.
"Isthatyou,Fenrir?"askedDumbledore.
"That’sright,"raspedtheother."Pleasedtoseeme,Dumbledore?"
"No,IcannotsaythatIam..."
FenrirGreybackgrinned,showingpointedteeth.Bloodtrickleddownhischinandhelickedhislipsslowly,obscenely.
"ButyouknowhowmuchIlikekids,Dumbledore."
"AmItotakeitthatyouareattackingevenwithoutthefullmoonnow?Thisismostunusual...youhavedevelopedatasteforhumanfleshthatcannotbesatisfiedonceamonth?"
"That’sright,"saidGreyback."Shocksyou,that,doesit,Dumbledore?Frightensyou?"
"Well,Icannotpretenditdoesnotdisgustmealittle,"saidDumbledore."And,yes,IamalittleshockedthatDracohereinvitedyou,ofallpeople,intotheschoolwherehisfriendslive..."
"Ididn’t,"breathedMalfoy.HewasnotlookingatGreyback;hedidnotseemtowanttoevenglanceathim."Ididn’tknowhewasgoingtocome—"
"Iwouldn’twanttomissatriptoHogwarts,Dumbledore,"raspedGreyback."Notwhentherearethroatstoberippedout...delicious,delicious..."
Andheraisedayellowfingernailandpickedathisfrontteeth,leeringatDumbledore.
"Icoulddoyouforafters,Dumbledore..."
