Vizet turned into another corridor and saw Mr. Filch, Mrs. Norris, Fred, and George all there.
Mr. Filch ran quickly toward Fred and George. Every hair on Mrs. Norris's body stood on end as she arched her back at Fred and George, a constant "grrr, grrr" rumbling in her throat.
There was a puddle of water beneath Fred and George, and quite a bit of foam clung to both of them.
The two tried to climb up, but just as they propped themselves on their arms, their palms suddenly slipped, sending them collapsing back into the puddle again.
"Now look who's having a bad day!" Mr. Filch said breathlessly, staring down at Fred and George from above.
"What magic is this?" Fred said in surprise, raising his hand and rubbing his fingers together. "It's actually this slippery... so slippery we can't even get up!"
"Just now, I think he said 'Scourgify'?" George was playing with the bubbles too, putting them by his mouth and blowing a string of bubbles. "Is this a new function of Vizet's 'Fake Wand'?"
There was not the slightest misery of being caught on their faces. Rather than being caught, they looked more like they were messing about at a playground.
"That makes no sense..." Fred spread his hands and looked at the thin bubble film appearing between his fingers. "We're the ones making the 'Fake Wands' now..."
"True..." George agreed. "Even we didn't know this 'Fake Wand'... actually had magic like this."
Hearing Fred and George say this, Mr. Filch cried out in alarm, "What?"
He instinctively pulled out the wand and waved it in front of Fred and George. "Th-this was made by you? Why?"
Fred said as if it were obvious, "Because we were bored..."
"Yeah!" George agreed. "Sometimes it's just the two