We can't go in there at night — there's all sorts of things in there — werewolves, I heard.
Bad news, Harry. I've just been to see Professor McGonagall about the Firebolt. She – er, got a bit shirty with me. Told me I'd got my priorities wrong. Seemed to think I cared more about winning the Cup than I do about staying alive. Just because I told her I didn't care if it threw you off, as long as you caught the Snitch first.
Whoa! whispered Seamus, and he, Dean, and Neville put their heads a little closer to hear what Apparition felt like.
She stood up, glaring at them. I hope you're pleased with yourselves. We could all have been killed — or worse, expelled. Now, if you don't mind, I'm going to bed.
Harry and Ron slouched into the Great Hall in states of deepest gloom, Hermione behind them, wearing a well-you-did-break-school-rules sort of expression.
Humans have a knack of choosing precisely those things that are worst for them.