political animals (смешанная)

“I may not know Muggle composers, but I do know Muggle philosophers: ‘Man is by nature a political animal’,” Harry hissed softly. “But, I have no interest in being an animal. I want to be a monster, and I think you know the game far better than the way you’re playing.”
Harry’s eyes widened, and his breath was strangled in his lungs. He waited for Riddle to respond, wondering if he’d played his hand too early.
But, then, Riddle tilted his head, and a terrifying smile crossed his face.
“Mr. Potter, you are not what I expected,” Riddle said.
“Good. Do I have your attention, Mr. Riddle?” Harry asked.
Riddle’s smile grew wider. It was all teeth.
“Yes.”