Joseph took out his old Wand from his arms, walked to the open space in the center of the living room, and looked serious.
"Look carefully. Protego requires you to build an absolutely solid barrier in your heart. Wand's waving movements should be like drawing a semicircle in front of you; while Expelliarmus requires clear directionality and crisp and clean movements."
Old Wizards was explaining and waving Wand.
"Protego!"
A translucent light blue magic barrier instantly unfolded in front of Joseph, like a curved glass shield.
"Expelliarmus!"
Then, with a flick of his wrist, a red light accurately hit an apple on the coffee table. The apple was directly knocked out of the air by a force of skill, and fell steadily into the trash can a few meters away.
"Wow! This is fun!"
The children immediately became energetic.
The four Little Turtles immediately threw away the wooden knives in their hands, and one of them grabbed a Wand and started to draw;
Reggie and Annie Kevin also joined in excitedly. Even John, who had been lazy, picked up the only Wand on the table for the first time and turned it around twice casually in his hand.
However, theory is one thing, practice is another entirely.
For a moment, the whole living room was filled with demons dancing wildly, and commands were heard one after another.
"Expelliarmus!"
Raphael roared, but what came out of Wand was not red light, but a stream of green smoke, which directly made Michelangelo next to him choke and cough.
"Protego!"
Reggie's wrist shook so fast that the transparent barrier did not appear. Instead, he threw the Wand out of his hand and almost hit the Goldfish Charlie in the water tank.
Tommy tried to use Telekinesis to assist in casting the spell. As a result, the two forces collided and directly exploded a bunch of sparks from the top of Wand;
John recited a spell expressionlessly. The Wand in his hand was only slightly hot. The red light stayed on the tip of the staff for a long time. In the end, it was like constipation, and only a light spot smaller than a fingernail was squeezed out.
Joseph stood aside and witnessed the entire process of this disastrous magic exercise.
From the initial nervousness, to the shock after seeing the results, to the end... Old Wizards let out a long sigh of relief that was held in his chest.
His old face, which had been tense for a long time, finally relaxed completely.
"Huh...Merlin bless you, things haven't gone beyond expectations after all."
Joseph stretched out his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead, sat back on the leather sofa, picked up the teacup and took a long sip, with relief in his tone.
Lynn handed him a cookie and asked with a smile, "What, did you see the secret?"
"I see."
Joseph pointed at the group of children who were still working hard to create black smoke and sparks, and explained to Lynn,
"I was almost frightened by the Wand resonance they triggered just now, but now it's all revealed when I see them casting spells. They do have Magical Gene in their bodies, but the gene is too thin and too turbid."
Old Wizards made a tiny gap with his hand:
"It's like their body is a huge furnace, and that point Magical Gene is just a small spark in the corner of the furnace. Their own abilities and physiques are too overbearing, completely suppressing the normal operation of magic power. If they forcefully cast spells, the result will be like now, with the forces fighting each other and unable to form a complete spell circuit."
Speaking of which, Joseph's occupational disease occurred again. He gave a very rigorous teaching evaluation:
"With their current weak magic state, if they want to use Protego and Expelliarmus completely and smoothly, it cannot be learned by just looking at it. It requires extremely hard training. I think that even if they practice every day, they will have to practice for more than a month to barely guarantee that the spell will not go wrong."
"How many months?"
Benjamin, who was leaning against the wall to watch the excitement, immediately rolled his eyes in disgust when he heard the time.
He just picked up the Wand he was about to try and threw it back on the coffee table like trash.
"You want to spend a month just to learn how to knock someone's gun out of their hands?"
Benjamin sneered, "In this month, I have been able to twist off the enemy's heads and use them as balls to kick hundreds of times on the battlefield. You can play this girly stick game by yourselves. I went to the kitchen to find beer."
Black Noir also walked forward silently and put his Wand neatly back into the box.
But just because adults find it troublesome doesn't mean that children don't like it.
For Reggie Tommy and Four Little Turtles, this magic that makes light shine by saying two strange formulas is simply the coolest new toy in the world.
"One month is enough! I am the fastest learner among Vanguard Camp!"
Reggie picked up Wand unyieldingly and got into position again.
"Raphael, when I learn Expelliarmus, the first thing I will do is knock the pizza out of your hand!"
Michelangelo also followed suit.
"You're dreaming! My Protego is definitely harder than your turtle shell!"
The living room resumed its usual bustle.
The children competed with each other with great interest, treating practicing magic as a brand new game.
Even John, although he pretended not to care on the surface, walked aside with Wand and began to adjust his strength silently.
Lynn leaned against the door frame of the kitchen, looking at the room full of little guys sweating profusely working on two basic magic spells, the smile on his lips getting deeper and deeper.
Ever since Joseph started setting up magic tutorial classes at Long Island Estate, there has been no quibble in this big villa.
For several days in a row, as soon as breakfast was eaten, a flurry of shouts would be heard in the living room, accompanied by various strange explosions and thick smoke.
Joseph holds a thermos cup every day, sits on the sofa and sighs while watching.
And among this group of "poor students" who were worried about magic, the one who performed the most appallingly was undoubtedly Big Golden Retriever Buddy.
This dog would sit next to the coffee table every day during the day, pulling on a Wand with its two furry front paws, and making a whining sound similar to a mantra in its throat. As a result, apart from leaving a few teeth marks with saliva on the Wand, not even a single spark appeared.
"A dog is a dog."
Every time Benjamin passed by the living room and looked at Buddy's stupid look holding a stick and chewing it, he would laugh mercilessly and throw the remaining chicken bones into the trash can, determined not to leave any meaty taste to this mean-mouthed dog.
In response to this, Buddy just rolled his eyes every time, growled twice in his throat in protest, and then lay on the carpet with his belly turned out, sleeping soundly, with a posture that was too messy to hold up the wall.
It was late at night in a blink of an eye.
The night wind outside carried the moisture from the Long Island bay and slapped it against the floor-to-ceiling windows.
Manor All the big and small people and turtles have gone back to their rooms to rest. In the entire living room on the first floor, there are only a few pieces of charcoal in the fireplace emitting a dark red residual warmth.
Everything is in complete silence.
Big Golden Retriever Buddy, who was originally lying on the wool carpet, his pair of sleeping dog ears suddenly stood up very sensitively.
He opened his eyes quietly, with a thief glimmering in his eyes.