Minerva McGonagall had come into the hall as soon as Hagrid crashed open the doors, shouting that Dumbledore had better have a good explanation or he was going to face his wrath.
"Hagrid, what is the matter?" Asked the elderly witch, seeing how furious the usual friendly half-giant was.
In response, Hagrid put down a squinting boy dressed in rags.
The boy looked around, then said, "Youse be wanting boy to clean up this? Will take a few suns, but boy will do so."
McGonagall's mouth dropped open, and she hesitated, but asked, "Is this?"
Hagrid nodded, too furious to answer.
"Hagrid, I am afraid that if you don't keep up, there will be nothing left for you to get an explanation.