“Drat you, Peeves,” Filch cursed, and chased the poltergeist. Peeves, however, flew away, cackling in glee. “Filch can’t catch me, Filch can’t get me. Filch is a loser!”
Filch’s expression turned sour as he heard Peeves’ words, and he chased him with more vigour than he did earlier. Dolores, however, saw this, and as she gained possession of the Quaffle from Flitwick, she yelled at Filch.
“Argus, get back to your position right away. Hit Bludgers at them!”
Filch looked visibly cowed, as he turned to obey Umbridge’s orders. However, when Umbridge yelled, McGonagall flew over to snatch the Quaffle.