After he had calmed down McGonagall asked Harry to tell her everything he’d experienced in the past 30minutes that he’d been gone. Harry looked nervous and skittish, he kept glancing at Hermione and Ron but McGonagall’s patience was wearing thin "Mr. Potter, I assure you, I am aware of a lot more than you think, Madame Pomfrey and I are both part of the order and need I remind you that I was the one who got you on the quidditch team in your first year, I was the one who awarded you points for disobeying school rules about a troll, I was the one who taught you how to dance, tried my best to prevent you from participating in that horrible tournament, never confiscated your map or your cloak, helped you when professor Umbridge was baying for your blood and will be the one telling Dumbledore to stop raising you like a pig for slaughter!" Her voice had steadily increased and she was heaving by the end of it.... She closed her eyes momentarily to rain her composure and said "So..... If you’ll be so kind as to spit out what you just experienced, the actual adults can figure out how to save you instead of the bungling efforts of 3 children and an unrealistically optimistic old man, that have resulted in the rise of the dark lord from the dead!"