"I hear you wanted to see me. Sorry for passing out in the forest, I hadn't been well that day. If that is all I'm going to take my leave now. Good day, Professor," Harry tilted his chin in some mockery of respect, because he was upset with her, which he felt he had every right to be. His scar stung, and for a brief, ice cold moment of shock, he wondered if it was because of McGonagall, but his magicks repelled the idea.