As they exited the pitch, Harry could still hear McGonagall screaming at the top of her lungs at Crabbe, and even Hooch was muttering about his unsportsmanlike behaviour. Their progress into the castle was slow and lumbering and limited by Harry’s poor balance. Growing fed up with Harry stumbling dizzily more than once, Hooch had slung his arm firmly around her shoulders, and guided him onwards with a significantly firmer hand.