Long Island Estate.
The fireplace in the living room was burning brightly, and the wood was crackling softly.
Lynn, John and Joseph rushed home from the magical neighborhood of Manhattan with a few sticks that looked the most inconspicuous.
The large mahogany coffee table was cleared out, and six or seven Wand pieces of different lengths and colors were neatly lined up.
Except for Lynn who was stewing meat in the kitchen, all the residents of the Manor, big and small, gathered around him.
The four new green Little Turtles were full of curiosity about these small wooden sticks. Reggie and Tommy were crowded at the front. Even Big Golden Retriever Buddy put their heads together and sniffed around the edge of the coffee table.
Joseph looked at the room full of "freaks", took a deep breath, and tried to show the dignity he had when he was an examiner at Ministry of Magic.
"Everyone, listen to me."
Old Wizards pointed at Wand on the table and began to popularize science seriously.
"These are not ordinary branches. Fantastic Beasts's nerves or heartstrings are sealed inside them. Wait a moment and you pick up one one by one. You don't have to think about anything, just hold it. If there is Magical Gene in your body, even just a trace, Wand will resonate."
Speaking of this, Joseph paused and gave these excited children a vaccination in advance:
"But please don't have too much hope. The probability of something like Magical Gene appearing in the general population is one in tens of thousands. If even one of you can make Wand light up today, it will be regarded as a miracle blessed by Merlin."
In Joseph's view, although these children are strong and fast, they are all the result of Muggle's technological mutation, and are completely different from the noble Magical Gene.
If he can try his luck to find a talented person, his work today will be considered to be in vain.
"I come first, I come first!"
Reggie was the first one to be unable to hold back, so he reached out and grabbed the darkest one Black Walnut Wood Wand.
As soon as I got it, the front end of the Wand was like a powered welding gun. With a "chirp" sound, a large string of dazzling red sparks erupted, directly igniting a napkin on the coffee table.
Joseph's eyes widened suddenly, and the tea cup he just picked up almost spilled. "Merlin's beard! You really reacted?"
This is not over yet.
Tommy saw this and picked up one Willow Wood Wand.
Wand did not spit fire in his hand, but instead emitted a soft blue halo, even with a faint sense of weightlessness, making the watch on Tommy's wrist levitate.
Next is Annie.
The little girl just lightly touched the handle of Wand with her fingertips, and the entire Wand instantly lit up with a dazzling column of pure golden light, which was even brighter than the crystal chandelier on the ceiling of the living room.
Kevin picked up the last Wand, and a series of transparent bubbles popped up from the front end, making Goldfish Charlie in Fish Tank shake its tail and spit bubbles.
Four kids, four responses, 100% hit rate.
Joseph was slumped on the leather sofa, his mouth open wide enough to stuff an apple.
His worldview is undergoing an unprecedented severe impact.
"This is definitely a coincidence... it defies probability!"
Old Wizards murmured to himself, his expression became even more exciting than if he had seen a ghost.
"It doesn't look like this little stick is anything special."
Raphael looked at it on the side and felt itchy, so he stepped forward and took the Black Walnut Wood Wand from Reggie's hand.
The moment his thick green fingers held Wand, Wand did not spray sparks, but made a dull roar.
A stream of green air visible to the naked eye spurted out along the tip of the staff, directly blowing the purple cloth strip on the head of Donatello next to it straight.
Michelangelo, Leonardo and Donatello also curiously tried it one by one.
Without exception, every Little Turtles that gets Wand can make this small wooden stick produce a violent buzzing and colorful light and shadow reactions.
Joseph took off the felt hat on his head with trembling hands, and rubbed his gray hair vigorously.
Four mutated green turtles, all of them have Magical Gene?
If this report is written and handed over to Ministry of Magic, he will be treated as a lunatic by those Pure-blood old Wizards and sent to a mental hospital!
"Woof! Let me try too!"
Big Golden Retriever Buddy looked at the excitement and stood up straight unconvinced. He put his two front paws directly on the coffee table and pressed down a Wand with the thick dog meat pad.
Buzz--
The Wand actually emitted a warm orange light under the dog's paw, and was even accompanied by a rhythmic echo like a dog's bark.
"What the hell! There are even dogs?!"
Joseph completely collapsed this time. He slid directly from the sofa to the carpet and covered his face with his hands. "Is the blood of magic so cheap now?"
Benjamin was leaning against the window drinking beer. Seeing the old man making such a fuss, he let out a disdainful snort.
He came over, pushed Buddy away, and grabbed a Wand nonchalantly.
Bang!
Wand made a loud noise like a grenade explosion directly in Benjamin's hand, and a thick black smoke spurted out along with the smell of Gunpowder, choking Joseph to cough repeatedly.
Black Noir, who had been standing silently in the corner, stepped forward and held Wand with his black-gloved hand.
Wand became quiet for an instant, but a thick black shadow like ink quietly wrapped around the wooden stick along his wrist.
Finally, there is John.
He put his hands in the pockets of his hoodie and walked to the coffee table.
He didn't pick it up with his hands, but lightly tapped Wand with his fingertips.
Boom!
The Wand couldn't withstand the violent power in John's body. It turned red all over and emitted an astonishing high temperature. Finally, with a "click" in front of everyone, it was cut into two pieces in the middle and burned into a pile of coke.
The room is full of people, whether they are Superpower kids, World War II veterans, mutated turtles, or that mean-mouthed Big Golden Retriever.
All employees passed the test and no one missed the test.
The living room fell into an eerie silence.
Joseph sat on the carpet, staring at the ceiling with his eyes blankly, as if his faith had completely collapsed at this moment.
"Ahem, it seems that the threshold for this thing is indeed not high."
Lynn came out of the kitchen carrying a plate of freshly cut apple pie.
He put the plate on the coffee table and picked up the only intact Wand on the table.
He held it in his hand and waved it gently.
There were no sparks, no light, no black smoke, and no blisters.
In the hands of Lynn, that Wand is really just an ordinary piece of dead wood, quiet and without any resonance.
Everyone's eyes fell on Lynn.
Joseph seemed to have grasped the last life-saving straw, and suddenly climbed up from the ground, staring at Wand in Lynn's hand, and let out a long breath:
"Thank God! Finally there is a normal Muggle! I just said that nothing is 100% possible in this world!"
But the expression on Lynn's face was not at all relaxed.
He looked at the unresponsive Wand in his hand, then looked at the room full of people who had just played with Wand in various ways, and slowly narrowed his deep black eyes.
A clear, yet terrifying common point was instantly extracted from his mind.
What is the only difference between you and everyone in this room?
He has not injected Compound V.