Long Island Estate In the afternoon, the sun shines through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows and warms the wooden floor of the living room.
Old Wizards Joseph was sitting on the soft single leather sofa, holding a cup of hot Black Tea that Annie had just poured for him.
As he looked at this large villa that seemed to be isolated from the world, the unreal feeling in his heart not only did not weaken, but became stronger and stronger.
In Backyard, Benjamin is chopping firewood shirtless, swinging the ax like a windmill;
Black Noir is holding two wooden knives with flattened edges and is guiding four green Little Turtles in fighting training;
Kevin was lying beside the extra-large inflatable pool, telling Goldfish Charlie about the heroic deeds of the turtle brothers.
Even the Big Golden Retriever named Buddy was standing on its hind legs at the moment, taking out a bag of potato chips from the cabinet.
Every person and even every animal has its own place and value in this home.
Joseph looked down at his withered old bones, and felt a strong sense of uneasiness and embarrassment in his heart.
Although he had made up his mind to leave after a while and go to London to find his daughter when the outside noise calmed down, even if he just lived here for free for a few days, he, a senior Ministry of Magic official who was used to giving orders, felt completely uncomfortable.
He put down the Black Tea cup, stood up, and walked to Lynn who was preparing afternoon tea snacks in the open kitchen.
"Mr. Lynn."
Joseph rubbed his hands, with a bit of embarrassment and flattery in his tone,
"I'm really embarrassed to stay here. You took me in and gave me such a nice room and food. I... I hope I can do something, no matter what odd chores it is, mopping the floor or washing dishes, as long as it can make me useful."
Lynn is taking a plate of freshly baked cookies out of the oven.
He turned around and looked at old Wizards who had "If you don't work, you will feel guilty" written all over his face, he couldn't help but smile.
"Mr. Joseph, you are a guest, you don't need to have this kind of psychological burden."
Lynn put the cookies on the marble island and said casually.
"No, no, no, it's necessary. I haven't eaten for free for most of my life, which makes me feel very uneasy."
Joseph is very persistent.
Lynn looked at the old man's serious look, touched his chin, and a trace of interest flashed in his dark eyes.
"Since you insist on finding something to do..."
Lynn placed his hands on the counter, leaned forward slightly, and said in a relaxed but expectant tone, "Why don't you teach us magic?"
Joseph was stunned.
He blinked his cloudy eyes, as if he thought he heard wrongly, "Teach... magic? Teach you?"
"Yes."
Lynn pointed at Reggie and Tommy who were grabbing potato chips in the living room, and then pointed at Backyard,
"Although each of these kids has some special abilities, they have so many skills that it's not overwhelming. If they can learn your ability to turn people into teacups with a wave of a stick, or create water out of thin air, they will have many trump cards when going out in the future."
Upon hearing this request, the expression on Joseph's face instantly became extremely complicated.
He smiled bitterly and waved his hands repeatedly:
"Mr. Lynn, you misunderstood. It's not that I don't want to teach, and it's not that I want to hide my secrets. It's my honor to teach magic to these powerful children, but... magic cannot be learned by reading books or practicing hard."
Old Wizards sighed, used the patience he had when he was doing popular science for Muggle Prime Minister at Ministry of Magic, and began to explain it seriously.
"Magic, in the final analysis, is an innate gene that exists in the blood."
Joseph pointed to his heart,
"In our world, people who do not have this gene are called Muggle. If there is no Magical Gene, even if you memorize the top magic books and wave the most powerful Wand ten thousand times, you will not be able to create a small flame even the size of a fingernail."
"Genes?"
Lynn nodded thoughtfully, "Then how do we know whether these children have the so-called Magical Gene in their bodies?"
"This is actually easy to judge. Just look at the early unconscious symptoms."
When talking about his professional field, Joseph straightened his back unconsciously and regained a little bit of the feeling of being a professor back then.
He cleared his throat and started talking:
"Children with Magical Gene cannot perfectly control the power in their bodies until their magic power is completely stable at the age of eleven. Therefore, when they encounter emotional excitement, fear, or anger, so-called magic riots will erupt, which are unconscious accidental magic."
Joseph said while gesturing with his hands:
"For example, if they are bullied, the person who bullied them may suddenly have their hair turn green; if they want to take something from a high place, the object Sickle will suddenly levitate against gravity and automatically fly to their hands; sometimes, they will even cause the glass around them to explode without warning, or disappear instantly on the spot..."
Old Wizards was talking vigorously, but his voice suddenly stopped like a duck with its neck stuck.
The expression on his face was visibly stiff.
Because just when he said "levitation against gravity", Tommy on the sofa in the living room stared at him as he tried to snatch the bag of potato chips in Reggie's hand.
The bag of potato chips flew directly from Reggie's hand, drew a beautiful arc in mid-air, and fell steadily into Tommy's arms.
In order to snatch back the potato chips, Reggie instantly turned into a blurry afterimage, disappearing from the place almost instantly, and appeared behind Tommy in the next second.
Joseph swallowed and turned his eyes stiffly to the other side.
Annie was sitting on the carpet reading a book. Because she felt that the corner of the living room was a bit dark, her hands suddenly lit up two golden rays of light that were comparable to hundreds of watts of searchlights, illuminating the entire corner as bright as day.
As for the stairwell on the second floor, John is floating in mid-air, using Heat Vision to heat a glass of milk.
Joseph shut up completely.
His old face flushed red, and he felt that his impassioned "science popularization" just now was just a big show in front of Guan Gongmen.
Lynn looked at Joseph's petrified look, suppressed a smile, reached out and patted the old man's shoulder, and handed him a freshly baked cookie very considerately.
"It seems that relying on observation of daily life phenomena to investigate Magical Gene is not feasible in our family."
Lynn said slowly, "Is there any other more direct method?"
Joseph took the cookie awkwardly and coughed twice with a hot face to cover up his embarrassment.
"Yes, there is indeed an absolutely accurate method."
Joseph took a deep breath.
"Wand, we need a Wand."
Old Wizards looked at Lynn with extremely serious eyes, "In our world, Wand is made of the cores of various Fantastic Beasts and special wood. It is not only a tool for casting spells, but also a sensor of magic power."
"There is an old saying: It is Wand that chooses Wizards. As long as you can get a real Wand, no matter which one it is, just let the person to be tested hold it. If there is even a trace of Magical Gene in their body, Wand will resonate, maybe emit sparks, maybe emit light, or send out a breeze."
Joseph made a categorical conclusion. "As long as Wand reacts, it proves that he is not Muggle. By then, even if I use the cramming method, I can teach them to recite a few basic spells!"
"Wand resonance?"
Lynn touched his chin and glanced at Joseph's empty pocket.
The old man's Wand was lost on the street of Brooklyn when he was plotted by Pist.
If he wants to test his magic talents with the monsters at home, it seems that he has to find time to go to Wizarding World to buy some "goods".