Harry Potter Morning Light

Chapter 2489 Hot Ice

Edgeworth put a powder and a clear liquid into a clear glass and heated it with an alcohol lamp.

After a while, he took the glass off the alcohol lamp, poured the liquid on a silver plate, it was still liquid, then touched the liquid in the silver plate with his finger, it It actually froze at an extremely fast speed.

Then Edgeworth poured the liquid from the glass again, it froze into icicles, and there was immediate applause.

"How does that work?" asked a woman in the lounge.

"If you don't learn science well, magic is everywhere in the world." Saint-Tirrell, who went to Egypt with Napoleon, said to Georgiana, "Do you know how he did it?"

Georgiana sniffed it carefully.

"Vinegar and baking soda," she replied, as she saw Edgeworth ask the bartender for some.

"What else?" St. Tyrrell continued to ask.

She is also not sure whether people in this era know what a supersaturated solution is. The previous silver plate was left outside to freeze for a while. Stable, at this time, just a light touch will cause sodium acetate to precipitate, it looks like it is frozen, but the substance that looks like ice crystals is actually sodium acetate.

"Things are often not what they seem," Georgiana said. "That's not really ice."

Saint Tyrell laughed.

"If you say that, what should we say about our next conversation?"

She froze for a moment.

"You can pretend not to know, and then I will tell you the reason, even if you already know."

"That's tantamount to talking nonsense." She took a sip of her wine.

St. Tyrell couldn't continue, and they watched Edgeworth explain the principle of this "magic" to people in silence.

"We used this method to attract a lot of Egyptians." St. Tyrrell said.

"You mean science?"

"I wouldn't call this performance a science," St. Tyrrell said.

"I think it's this sense of drama that makes people fascinated by science." Georgiana curled her lips. "If you're sitting on the bench in the classroom and 'learning' it will be a tortured process."

“Yeah, the grueling process, especially going into unknown territory,” St. Tyrrell said. “Not everyone who is lucky enough to be selected will participate in an adventure that they know nothing about.”

"What?"

"Laplace, Cuvier, and David, they all declined the Commander-in-Chief's invitation," said Saint-Tirrell, "and Les the singer, who said he had a sore throat."

Georgiana was almost amused by him.

"Will you go to Egypt with us?" Saint-Tirrell asked.

"I don't think there is such a hypothesis as you say," said Georgiana.

"What makes you hesitate?"

She couldn't tell.

"Are you nostalgic for the bustling life in Paris?" Saint-Tirrell asked.

She shook her head.

"I see it too, normal people just can't stand what you're going through," St. Tyrrell said.

"What?"

"You hardly have any social activities, how much have you been to since you came to France?"

"A lot," said Georgiana. "I've also been to Madame Remier's salon."

"With Bonaparte," said Saint-Tirrell "even a spy is too much."

"Oh~" Georgiana suddenly realized.

St. Tyrell's expression was extremely strange.

"I'm just avoiding a situation," she said.

"what's the situation?"

"You already know the First Consul, do you still need my introduction?" She asked teasingly.

St. Tyrrell smiled, "Do you think I need something from you?"

"No, I don't know what you plan to do?"

"Before we left for Egypt, we spent some time in the Vatican," Saint-Tirrell said. to Egypt, too."

She frowned.

"She felt that a person of his age should not take any more risks, but the commander-in-chief felt that Monge could not be left behind, so he tricked her into agreeing, on the condition that Monge must return within four months."

"You guys..."

"Monge was worried that his wife would be angry and possible revenge, so he planned to withdraw halfway, but a letter from the commander-in-chief cheered him up quickly, and continued to take risks with our group of young people."

She still didn't understand what St. Tyrrell was saying.

"Don't be so listless, and if you feel less confident, you can write to him."

She couldn't help rolling her eyes.

"I know that you are very worried about facing the angry Josephine when you return to Paris..."

"Who told you that!" Georgiana couldn't help turning up the volume.

St. Tyrrell looked around, and all the people who were paying attention to this side openly or secretly all looked back.

"I'm not afraid of her," Georgiana said in her normal voice.

"You don't need to explain to me, by the way, you know Latin, don't you?"

"What's the matter?"

"I've collected some books about the monastery's brewing formula, written in Latin, maybe you can help me."

"I wonder if I'm not the only one who knows Latin."

"I help you, you help me, I hear you are such a man," said Saint-Tirrell.

She still didn't understand what was going on.

But it is not a big deal to help translate some materials, she reluctantly agreed.

At this time Edgeworth also ended his "performance" and came to Georgiana's side, and St. Tyrell took the opportunity to leave.

"What were you talking about?" Edgeworth asked with a smile.

"Abbey beer, and questions about recipes." She said lightly, "Let's go."

So accompanied by Edgeworth, she greeted the people present one by one.

This time she remembered and kept a smile on her face.

Then she glanced at the sky again, she spent the whole day and still hadn't figured out how to reply to the letter. What would he say if she really asked him to encourage herself as St. Tyrrell said?

Did she remember how he could humiliate a defeated general if his reply was not encouragement but condemnation?

She fell into an unprecedented confusion, like being in an unknown area. The "Amiens Peace Treaty" lasted only one year. Like a daydream, she hoped that this peace would last longer, so she broke through all kinds of shackles, and even changed the course of history to some extent, but now the direction of development is Tell her that everything is in vain, the peace agreement will still be torn up when the time comes, and the war will come again, so is it necessary for her to continue working hard?

What she wants to block is such a huge monster, she is like a praying mantis blocking a car in comparison. In her ideal, it would be best to be able to work in a museum in Cairo like Eve in "Ghosts and Ghosts", occasionally making a small mistake, such as knocking down all the bookshelves or something.

If so, life in Cairo is not intolerable to her.

Then she thought of Cleopatra of Cairo again, and suddenly lost her fantasy mood.

If she was robbed of her boyfriend, she could be confident, and if she robbed someone else, she couldn't do that. Just like Pauline who just returned to France from Egypt, she was "processed" very quickly. If Georgiana is the same as her when she returns to Paris this time, what will happen to her?

After all, Josephine has marriage protection, and she has nothing, second lady? princess? She would be a real fool if she took it seriously.

She wanted to cry like hell, and then she figured it out, luckily none of this was "real", even Albus didn't meddle in Muggle "nosy", he was just against two black people, Grindelwald and Voldemort It's just a war between the devil and the Muggles.

People have to do what they can. After returning to the real world, she doesn't plan to stay in the Muggle world. Nick Lemay's disciple really found the wrong person. Although the scene in the crystal ball looks shocking, she really doesn't have the ability Prevent……

"Excuse me, who are you?" Edgeworth blocked a mother and daughter.

Georgiana hadn't reacted yet, but Di Rocco had already reacted. He wanted to rush over, but was blocked by the female relatives.

"You haven't heard of me, but I have heard of you." The daughter said in English with an Italian accent. "You are shorter than I thought."

"Nice to meet you." Edgeworth said perfunctorily, separating Georgiana from the mother and daughter, planning to go to the next place.

But Georgiana kept looking back at her, and the expressions of the women's relatives whispering and gloating, their eyes seemed to say, "There is going to be another good show."

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