Harry Potter Morning Light

The lamp made by Fresnel at the 2nd Industrial Fair was installed on the horse-shaped sculpture at the entrance of the tent. The light it emits and its volume interest many people, but it is far from the size required for the application on the lighthouse. There is still a certain gap. According to estimates, it will be as tall as a person, dozens of times larger than the finished product made by Fresnel in the Royal Glass Factory.

In addition to the Rosetta Stone, the treasure of the British Museum is the Portland vase, and the Portland vase is made by gemstone embossing technology, that is, the dark glassware that has just been made and has not been cooled is immersed in white molten glass liquid Among them, it is called embossed decorative pattern in shape.

Fresnel did not consider mass production when making the test product. He assembled the circular prisms one by one according to the positions and angles he had calculated. Anyway, Mr. Turner is very optimistic about his invention, but making rib teeth is really not a simple process.

Paris is never short of novelties. Someone showed a crystal skull at an exhibition. It is said that it was made by the Mayans thousands of years ago and has mysterious powers. But Mr. Turner found that it was made of grinding wheels.

He didn't expose the liar, but he also broadened his thinking. He and Fresnel felt like they hadn't seen each other late, and Fresnel also ran out during class to find a suitable lighthouse for his newly invented lens with Turner.

Fresnel hadn't graduated yet, so his behavior was considered absenteeism, but Georgiana didn't blame him, she had already learned the lesson, these students are the most hated "adults" to preach.

The two of them chatted in the back, while Georgiana chatted with Maria Edgeworth, who didn't mention much about her novel, but about a duchess. The duchess was the daughter of an earl before marrying the fifth generation duke. They met during the social season, and the two soon fell into a fanatical love. Including traveling to Paris, which was not very safe during the Revolution.

At that time, many aristocratic furniture and oil paintings were snatched from their houses by commoners for auction. The newlyweds bought a lot of good things.

At that time, the Duke's castle was an old, gloomy, cemetery full of medieval garbage. It didn't feel young and fashionable at all. The Duchess decided to rebuild it and build it into what she liked. For this reason, the Duke had to sell several villages. To gather enough funds.

"He really sold his ancestral property?" Georgiana couldn't help exclaiming.

"He really sold his ancestral property." Maria said with a smile "just to build their dream home."

Georgiana couldn't help but think of Lana. In order to build his new home with his new wife, he also embezzled the military expenditure of the Guards.

He didn't tell the truth at first, saying that he spent too much money because the brothers wanted to buy good things, and asked Georgiana to intercede for him not to transfer him away.

These people are all comrades-in-arms, and they have been bulleted together on the battlefield. This kind of "little thing" is nothing to worry about.

Napoleon still sent him to Antwerp to replace the smuggled mayor.

"Didn't you understand?" Maria asked.

"What?" Georgiana asked inexplicably.

"He dotes on her very much," Maria said. "Men are not as smart as you think."

Georgiana was even more inexplicable.

Maria looked at Georgiana and shook her head, "What is Bonaparte looking for in you?"

Georgiana suddenly realized, but she didn't feel very happy.

She was "loved" by a young man old enough to be her son, and it was a hell of a thing.

"He asked you to organize a party, can I attend?" Maria asked, "For the sake of reminding you."

"Don't you suspect his motives?" asked Georgiana.

"I don't understand, what do you mean?" Maria asked, frowning.

"It's nothing." Georgiana didn't say anything anymore. For example, Napoleon was just pretending to be peaceful, but in fact he still wanted to imitate Caesar to conquer Britain.

"Did he ever write you a love letter?" Maria asked.

"I have to answer this question?" Georgiana asked.

"I think you should remember that this is an interview." Maria said with a smile, "I heard that the First Consul of France was a poet, and he wrote many love letters to Josephine on the battlefield."

Georgiana's face darkened suddenly.

The letters written by the French to their families were all seized by the British and published, including of course Napoleon's "Love Letters on the Battlefield". If Josephine received those letters...

"He gave me a manor, and a ship," said Georgiana, "and countless other jewels. Let me see, what else?"

"Freedom," said Maria. "My father's friends thought it was a degenerate French fashion and forbade his daughter to read and write."

"Unbelievable." Georgiana stopped walking in surprise. "What century are we living in? The Middle Ages?"

"You may have heard of the small group my father joined. I think they think of themselves more as wizards, commanders of the elements, builders of time and space."

Georgiana opened her mouth in surprise.

"Is this a joke?" Georgiana asked after a while.

"No, my father is such a person. He has been experimenting with horse-drawn carriages, roads, and agricultural practices in Ireland, as if he wanted to change that place. He doesn't even care what the outside world says about him." Maria sighed, "Very I'm sorry I said I was a novelist in such a smug tone just now."

"You think the backwardness of the Irish is their own making?" asked Georgiana.

"You are very different from what people say." Maria said.

"Oh, what do people say I am?"

"Nothing is the same except that your eyes are blue," said Maria, staring at Georgiana.

"Do you think they'll be disappointed to see me?" Georgiana asked.

"Are you really gay?" Maria asked.

"If I say no..."

"Then why did you become Bonaparte's mistress?" Maria asked without waiting for her to finish. "You don't really care about the things he gave you, do you?"

"how do you know?"

"Showing off is not your tone just now, and, I thought..." Maria paused, as if to sort out her words, and then said, "He doesn't oppress you like I thought."

Georgiana thought about divorce and women's property in the Civil Code.

"He's different from what you think in a lot of ways," Georgiana said.

"You don't feel that you are separated from the mainstream society composed of the majority. You have to rely on Bonaparte to have everything you have now."

"Yes, I think so." Georgiana must answer.

Maria was a little startled.

"I know what you mean." Georgiana sneered. "You think I'm a weak woman?"

"Aren't you?" Maria asked.

"You may have heard the rumor that witches always live alone. Unless human civilization returns to the Middle Ages, you can't burn me in the name of witches and homosexuals." Georgiana said coldly.

"Okay, let's change the subject. Do you think it's normal for the children of the charity organization you run to be able to read and write without having to work?" Maria asked.

"Of course not." Georgiana said confidently, "but this is the privilege I enjoy next to Napoleon, isn't it?"

Maria opened her mouth wide in surprise.

"I know that some people use those children as child labor in the name of charity." Georgiana replied calmly, "but in my place, the same thing will not happen."

"But I've been to the shelter you run, why are those people spinning?" Maria asked.

"Always find something to do for the kids."

"Do you think they are playing?" Maria asked in disbelief.

"After class, yes," Georgiana said.

Maria shook her head, "We live in a different universe."

"I agree." Georgiana frowned. "I don't believe that if you don't give something, you will get something in return."

"You are so naive, even if you give everything, men will still abandon you." Maria said provocatively, "Do you think Bonaparte will love you forever?"

"You mean he'll look for a younger one when I'm old and wan?" Georgiana said with a smile.

"Isn't Josephine a lesson for you?" Maria asked.

Georgiana was at a loss for words to refute.

"I understand why you ran away, but you regard Bonaparte as your destination..." Maria shook her head slightly, "I would understand if you were like the Duke of York's mistress, but you are not. What exactly are you doing this for?"

"Have you ever heard such a word 'God hears peace'?" Georgiana asked, "Before the opening of the play, this word will first enter the audience's eyes, but after the end of the song, this word will remain in your vision last." , which means that if God hears, He will give peace and happiness."

"I don't think peace and happiness are God-given," said Maria. "It's people, Georgiana."

"That's what he called me, and I refused to tell him my real name at the time." She said proudly, "You say that peace is brought by people, but I am the exact opposite of you, because when manpower is exhausted, others are needed." factors help."

"What are you talking about, ladies?" asked Mr. Turner, laughing.

Georgiana and Maria stared at each other, but neither paid him any attention.

It's a shame there was no women's boxing in the 19th century, otherwise they could have put on gloves and had a good fight.

It's really too late to meet each other.