Harry witnessed Professor McGonagall walking right past Peeves who was determinedly loosening a crystal chandelier and could have sworn he heard her tell the poltergeist out of the corner of her mouth, 'It unscrews the other way.
"Hello, Professor McGonagall," said Moody calmly, bouncing the ferret still higher. "What -- what are you doing?" said Professor McGonagall, her eyes following the bouncing ferret's progress through the air. "Teaching," said Moody. "Teach -- Moody, " shrieked Professor McGonagall, the books spilling out of her arms. "Yep," said Moody. "Moody, we never use Transfiguration as a punishment!" said Professor McGonagall weakly."
"Fifty?" Harry gasped. "Fifty points each," said Professor McGonagall, breathing heavily. "Professor -- please --" "You can't --" "Don't tell me what I can and can't do, Potter. I've never been more ashamed of Gryffindor students."
"So," sneered Fudge, recovering himself, "you intend to take on Dawlish, Shacklebolt, Dolores, and myself single-handed, do you, Dumbledore?" "Merlin's beard, no," said Dumbledore, smiling. "Not unless you are foolish enough to force me to." "He will not be single-handed!" said Professor McGonagall loudly, plunging her hand inside her robes. "Oh yes he will, Minerva!" said Dumbledore sharply. "Hogwarts needs you!" --