Harry Potter’s 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 removed the glass from the alcohol lamp, and poured the liquid inside on a silver plate, it was still liquid, and then he touched the liquid in the silver plate with his finger, it was It froze at a very fast speed.

   Then Edgeworth poured the liquid in the glass down again, and it froze to form an icicle, and there was immediate applause from all around.

   "What's this?" asked a lady in the lounge.

   "If you don't study science well, there is magic everywhere in the world." Saint Tirel, who had been to Egypt with Napoleon, said to Georgiana, "Do you know how he did it?"

  Georgiana sniffed carefully.

   "Vinegar and baking soda," she replied, because she had seen Edgeworth ask the bartender for some.

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

She is also not sure whether people in this era know what a supersaturated solution is. The previous silver plate was frozen outside for a while, and the sodium acetate solution, which was already unstable due to supersaturation, became more unstable after the rapid cooling. It is stable. At this time, it only needs a slight touch to cause sodium acetate to precipitate, which looks like it is frozen, but the substance that looks like ice crystals is actually sodium acetate.

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

   Saint Tyrel smiled.

   "You say that, what should we say next in our conversation?"

   She froze for a moment.

   "You can pretend you don't know, and then I'll tell you how, even if you already know."

   "That's like talking nonsense." She took a sip of wine.

   Saint Tyrel couldn't continue, and they silently watched Edgeworth explain the principle of this "magic" to the people.

   "We attracted a lot of Egyptians with this method," said Santirel.

   "You mean science?"

   "I wouldn't call this kind of performance science," Santirel said.

   "I think it's this sense of drama that makes people fascinated by science." Georgiana curled her lips. "It would be a torturous process to 'learn' on a classroom bench."

   "Yeah, the grueling process, especially going into uncharted territory," St. Tyrell said. "Not everyone who's lucky enough to be selected is going on an adventure they know nothing about."

"what?"

   "Laplace, Cuvier, and David, they all declined the invitation of the commander-in-chief." Saint-Tierel said, "And the singer Les, who said he had a sore throat."

  Georgianna was almost amused by him.

   "Are you going to Egypt with us?" St. Tyrel asked.

   "I don't think there is such an assumption as you said." Georgiana said.

   "What makes you hesitate?"

   She couldn't tell.

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

   She shook her head.

   "I think so too. Ordinary people simply can't stand what you're going through," said Santirel.

"what?"

   “You have almost no social activities, how many places have you been since you came to France?”

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

   "With Bonaparte," said Saint-Tierel. "Even a spy is too much."

   "Oh~" Georgiana suddenly realized.

  San Tyrell's expression was very strange.

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

"what's the situation?"

   "You already know the First Ruler, do you still need an introduction from me?" she asked with teasing.

  San Tyrell smiled, "You think I want something from you?"

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

"We were in the Vatican for a while before we left for Egypt," St. Thiel said. "Monge was in charge of the preparations at the time, but he was quickly shaken because he didn't tell his wife that he Go to Egypt too."

   She frowned.

   "She felt that a man of his age should not take risks anymore, but the commander-in-chief felt that Meng Ji could not be missing, so he even tricked her into agreeing, on the condition that Meng Ji must go back within 4 months."

   "You guys..."

   "Monge was worried about his wife's anger and possible revenge, so he planned to quit halfway, but a letter from the commander-in-chief quickly cheered him up and continued to take risks with us young people."

   She still didn't understand what Saint Tyrel said.

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

   She couldn't help rolling her eyes.

   "I know, you're worried about facing an angry Josephine when you go back to Paris..."

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

  Saint Tyrell looked around, and all those who were paying attention or secretly paying attention to this side withdrew their gazes.

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

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

   "What's the matter?"

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

   "I'm not the only one who wants to know Latin."

   "I help you, you help me, I heard that you are such a person." Saint-Tierel said.

   She still didn't understand what was going on.

   But helping translate some materials is not a big deal, she reluctantly agreed.

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

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

   "Abbey beer, and 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 looked at the sky again, she spent the whole day still not thinking how to reply to the letter. What would he say if she really asked him to encourage herself as Saint-Tirel said?

   She still remembered how he could put a defeated general to shame, if his reply was not encouraging, but condemning?

   She fell into an unprecedented confusion, as if she was in an unknown area. The "Peace of Amiens" lasted only one year. She was like a daydream, hoping that this peace would last longer, so she broke through various constraints, and even changed the course of history to some extent, but the direction of development is now Tell her that everything is in vain, that the treaty will still be torn up, and the war will come again, so does she still need to work hard?

   What she wants to block is such a behemoth, in comparison, she is like a praying mantis blocking the car. In her ideals, it would be best to work in a museum in Cairo like Eve in The Legend of Gods and Ghosts, with occasional glitches like knocking down all the bookshelves or something.

   If so, it is not that she cannot bear life in Cairo.

   Then she thought of Cleopatra from Cairo again, and she lost her fantasies.

   If someone robbed her boyfriend, she could be righteous, but if she robbed someone else, she couldn't do that. Like Pauline who had just returned to France from Egypt and was quickly "handled", if Georgiana is the same as her when she returns to Paris this time, what will happen to her?

   After all, Josephine has marital protection and she has nothing, Second Lady? princess? She'd be a real fool if she took it seriously.

She wanted to cry like hell, and then she figured it out, fortunately none of this was "true", even Albus didn't care about Muggle "business", he was just against Grindelwald and Voldemort, the two black men It's just a war between the devil and the muggles.

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

   "I'm sorry, who are you?" Edgeworth blocked a mother and daughter.

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

   "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, as well as the expressions of the female relatives whispering and gloating, their eyes seemed to say "there will be a good show again".

   (end of this chapter)