‘I see what Bellatrix meant,’ said Harry, the blood thundering through his brain, ‘you need to really mean it.’ ‘Potter!’ whispered Professor McGonagall, clutching her heart. ‘Potter – you’re here! What –? How –?’ She struggled to pull herself together. ‘Potter, that was foolish!’ ‘He spat at you,’ said Harry.
Don’t disrespect McGonagall in front of Harry.
