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The woman gave an angry little titter.
УThink your little jokesТll help you on your death bed, then?Ф she jeered.
УJokes? No, no, these are manners,Ф replied Dumbledore.
УDo it,Ф said the stranger standing nearest to Harry, a big, rangy man with matted grey hair and whiskers, whose black Death EaterТs 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, unmistakeably, of blood coming from him. His filthy hands had long yellowish nails.
УIs that you, Fenrir?Ф asked Dumbledore.
УThatТs right,Ф rasped the other. УPleased to see me, Dumbledore?Ф
УNo, I cannot say that I amЕФ
Fenrir Greyback grinned, showing pointed teeth. Blood trickled down his chin and he licked his lips slowly, obscenely.
УBut you know how much I like kids, Dumbledore.Ф
УAm I to take it that you are attacking even without the full moon now? This is most unusualЕ you have developed a taste for human flesh that cannot be satisfied once a month?Ф
УThatТs right,Ф said Greyback. УShocks you, that, does it, Dumbledore? Frightens you?Ф
УWell, I cannot pretend it does not disgust me a little,Ф said Dumbledore. УAnd, yes, I am a little shocked that Draco here invited you, of all people, into the school where his friends liveЕФ
УI didnТt,Ф breathed Malfoy. He was not looking at Greyback; he did not seem to want to even glance at him. УI didnТt know he was going to comeЧФ
УI wouldnТt want to miss a trip to Hogwarts, Dumbledore,Ф rasped Greyback. УNot when there are throats to be ripped outЕ delicious, deliciousЕФ
And he raised a yellow fingernail and picked at his front teeth, leering at Dumbledore.
УI could do you for afters, DumbledoreЕФ
УNo,Ф said the fourth Death Eater sharply. He had a heavy, brutal-looking face. УWeТve got orders. DracoТs got to do it. Now, Draco, and quickly.Ф
Malfoy was showing less resolution than ever. He looked terrified as he stared into DumbledoreТs face, which was even paler, and rather lower than usual, as he had slid so far down the rampart wall.
УHeТs not long for this world anyway, if you ask me!Ф said the lopsided man, to the accompaniment of his sisterТs wheezing giggles. УLook at himЧwhatТs happened to you, then, Dumby?Ф
УOh, weaker resistance, slower reflexes, Amycus,Ф said Dumbledore. УOld age, in shortЕ one day, perhaps, it will happen to youЕ if you are luckyЕФ
УWhatТs that mean, then, whatТs that mean?Ф yelled the Death Eater, suddenly violent. УAlways the same, werenТt yeh, Dumby, talking and doing nothing, nothing, I donТt even know why the Dark LordТs bothering to kill yeh! Come on, Draco, do it!Ф
But at that moment, there were renewed sounds of scuffling from below and a voice shouted, УTheyТve blocked the stairsЧReducto! REDUCTO!Ф
HarryТs heart leapt: so these four had not eliminated all opposition, but merely broken through the fight to the top of the Tower, and, by the sound of it, created a barrier behind themЧ
УNow, Draco, quickly!Ф said the brutal-faced man angrily.