‘Pleased to see me, Dumbledore?’

Dumbledore confronts the werewolf Death-Eater

Extract from Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince

by J.K. Rowling

‘Do it,’ said the stranger standing nearest to Harry, a big, rangy man with matted grey hair and whiskers, whose black Death Eater robes looked uncomfortably tight. He had a voice like none that Harry had ever heard: a rasping bark of a voice. Harry could smell a powerful mixture of dirt, sweat and, unmistakably, of blood coming from him. His filthy hands had long yellowish nails.

‘Is that your Fenrir?’ asked Dumbledore.

‘That’s right,’ rasped the other. ‘Pleased to see me, Dumbledore?’

‘No, I cannot say that I am...’

Fenrir Greyback grinned, showing pointed teeth. Blood trickled down his chin and he licked his lips slowly, obscenely.

‘But you know how much I like kids, Dumbledore.’

‘Am I to take it that you are attacking even without the full moon now? This is most unusual... you have developed a taste for human flesh that cannot be satisfied once a month?’

‘That’s right,’ said Greyback. ‘Shocks you, that, does it, Dumbledore? Frightens you?’

‘Well, I cannot pretend it does not disgust me a little,’ said Dumbledore. ‘And yes, I am a little shocked that Draco here invited you, of all people, into the school where his friends live...’

‘I didn’t,’ breathed Malfoy. He was not looking at Greyback: he did not seem to even want to glance at him. ‘I didn’t know he was going to come-'

‘I wouldn’t want to miss a trip to Hogwarts, Dumbledore,’ rasped Greyback. ‘Not when there are throats to be ripped out...delicious, delicious...’

And he raised a yellow fingernail and picked at his front teeth, leering at Dumbledore.

‘I could do you for afters, Dumbledore...’


Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince

by J.K. Rowling