NO!” The scream was the more terrible because he had never expected or dreamed that Professor McGonagall could make such a sound.
Our Headmaster is taking a short break," said Professor McGonagall, pointing at the Snape-shaped hole in the window.
And it's Gryfindor in possession again, as Johnson takes the Quaffle— Flint alongside her —poke him in the eye, Angelina —it was a joke, professor, it was a joke...
I can't give a Professor love!
>in divinationHarry: Wait, I've got two neptunes, that cant be right!Ron: >imitating professor trelwan
I—I didn't think—" "That," said Professor McGonagall, "is obvious.
Professor McGonagall: "Why don't you confer with Mr. Finnigan? As I recall, he has a particular proclivity for pyrotechnics.
Professor Snape was forcing them to research antidotes. They took this one seriously, as he had hinted that he might be poisoning one of them before Christmas to see if their antidote worked.
Where do vanished objects go?" "Into nonbeing, which is to say, everything," replied Professor McGonagall. "Nicely phrased," replied the eagle door knocker, and the door swung open.