Mr. Filch sobbed loudly, as if he meant to pour out all the resentment that had built up in his heart over so many years.
Although Harry knew Mr. Filch was a Squib, he did not react for a moment. "Filch can cast spells now?"
After all, he had grown up in his aunt and uncle's house, largely cut off from the Magical World, and did not have such a deep understanding of Squibs.
"What! Cast spells?" Cedric and Draco's reactions were clearly much stronger. They shouted at the same time, their faces full of disbelief.
They had grown up in the Magical World, where things like "Squibs" were common knowledge, so they understood very clearly what "Squib" meant;
Hearing Vizet's congratulations, Mr. Filch was still streaming with tears and snot. Aside from crying, all he could do was keep saying, "Thank you."
Vizet looked at Harry and asked, "Harry, you asked me just now whether I had time... Is there something you need help with?"
"Oh!" Harry nodded. "I just wanted to practice dueling with you... Mr. Bagman said we might be able to attack each other then, so I want to build up more real combat experience."
"Is this really the time to talk about that?" Draco cut in. "What exactly is going on with Filch? He can cast spells now? How is that possible!"
The shock that "Filch can cast spells" brought him was no less than seeing a rooster turn into a Phoenix. It was simply a fantasy;
Not even those collections of fairy tales would contain something like "a Squib can cast spells."
"Why wouldn't it be possible?" Mr. Filch retorted. After he loosened his embrace, Mrs. Norris climbed up onto his shoulder of her own accord.
To prove himself, he took a wand box