Mrs. Norris reacted the fastest, darting behind Filch in the blink of an eye and rising on her forelegs, as if she wanted to catch him as he fell.
Fred and George also instinctively reached out, trying to give Filch a pull.
Vizet snapped his fingers and conjured a ring-shaped cushion that caught the collapsing Filch without pressing down on Mrs. Norris.
A gap appeared in the side of the ring-shaped cushion, and Mrs. Norris cooperatively slipped out through it.
"Meow, meow!"
Mrs. Norris called twice at Vizet, then kicked off with her hind legs and leapt onto Filch's chest, licking his face.
Fred draped an arm over Vizet's shoulder. "That's you, all right!"
George draped an arm over Vizet's other shoulder. "You only said a few words. Who would've thought you'd scare Filch into fainting?"
Fred nodded. "We've played with Filch for so long, and we never managed to talk him unconscious."
"Right!" George returned to the earlier topic. "You said Filch can become a wizard. Is that true?"
Whether Mrs. Norris's licking had worked, or George bringing up the topic of "wizard" again had done it, the unconscious Filch slowly opened his eyes.
The feeling of the cushion beneath him almost made Filch think everything that had just happened had been a dream.
But when he opened his eyes and saw the ceiling, Mrs. Norris's worried gaze, and heard Fred and George's racket by his ears, Filch realized that everything just now had truly happened.
"If we want to make Mr. Filch become a wizard, it seems... it isn't exactly impossible."
Vizet's words were like echoes in a valley, constantly reverberating through Filch's mind.
"Vizet..." Filch swallowed, then tried a few other forms of address. "Mr. Lovegood! Mr. Vizet Lovegood!"
"Could I..." His cloudy eyes grew bright at