Chapter 1222 Muggle scientific experiment?
For the first time, humans successfully achieved deuterium-tritium fusion, and it didn't last for a brief moment, but for a full 29 seconds.
The scientific community was completely excited. The fusion energy of 1 gram of deuterium-tritium fuel is equivalent to 8 tons of oil. The deuterium reserves in the Earth's oceans are about 40 trillion tons, which can support human needs for hundreds of thousands of years.
Although tritium needs to be artificially produced through lithium conversion, the earth has sufficient lithium resources and can completely achieve a self-sustaining fuel cycle.
The realization of this almost unlimited clean energy also means that it will set off an energy revolution. When the Culham Science Center announced the experimental results, the stocks of global fossil energy giants inevitably plummeted.
Traditional energy sources such as coal, oil, and natural gas are all non-renewable primary energy sources, and the carbon dioxide emissions generated by their combustion account for an increasing proportion of the global greenhouse gas emissions year by year. Compared with zero-carbon emission controlled nuclear fusion, fossil energy does not even have a cost advantage, and it is only a matter of time before it will be eliminated.
But all this happened so fast, so fast that the whole world was not prepared.
Buckingham Palace,
The palace's private office area is not open to the public.
The Queen personally called the Culham Science Centre to express her condolences. When she spoke to Vincent, she realized that in addition to being tired, he was also not very satisfied with the experimental results.
There is no way around it. The application of graphene is still at the most basic stage and there is still a long way to go before it can become a composite material.
"Mr. Wayne, controlled nuclear fusion is the ultimate dream of all mankind. It will take several generations, or even more than a dozen generations, to achieve it."
The Queen smiled kindly and said, "Even if I don't see this dream come true, I will have no regrets in my life."
Vincent on the other end of the call was full of confidence, "Your Majesty, I can assure you that you will be able to see this dream come true with your own eyes."
The Queen laughed heartily, a rare occurrence. "Mr. Wayne, thank you for your blessing. If that day comes, I will definitely be there to witness history in person."
"Your Majesty, we won't keep you waiting too long."
After hanging up the phone, Vincent found that hundreds of researchers in the laboratory were looking at him.
He raised his hand and touched his face, "Is there something dirty on my face?"
Raymond looked at everyone, then turned back to look at him, "Mr. Wayne, we are just very curious about you, but please rest assured, we all signed a confidentiality agreement, you don't need to explain anything to us."
Things disappear and reappear out of thin air, objects are manipulated remotely, lightning is summoned...
No matter who Vincent is, he has indeed played a positive role in the development of controlled nuclear fusion. For scientific researchers like them, knowing this is enough.
Vincent could tell they meant it.
The existence of magic will be revealed sooner or later, so it doesn't make much difference whether it is concealed or not.
"Everyone," he slowly extended his hand, "I am actually a wizard."
After a snap of his fingers, the cold metal instruments in the laboratory blossomed into bright flowers.
"This isn't a trick, this is real magic."
Raymond carefully reached out and touched the unknown flower on the instrument.
It feels real and smells really good.
Scientists are rational people. Since they have witnessed inexplicable supernatural phenomena more than once, they have to accept the existence of magic.
With countless questions in mind, the researchers devoted themselves to preparing for the next experiment.
Meanwhile, the Ministry of Magic.
The large-scale supernatural events in Oxfordshire immediately attracted the attention of the Ministry of Magic, but no matter what channels they used to investigate, they could not obtain any practical and effective information.
The one that was closer to the truth was that scientific experiments were being conducted in a nearby Muggle facility. Fudge thought the report was ridiculous.
He looked at the name column at the bottom of the report. The name Nymphadora Tonks sounded familiar. She seemed to be the youngest Auror in the Auror Office, the Disguisemagus who was good at disguise and tracking, and the favorite student of the legendary Auror Alastor Moody.
Fudge put down the report and rubbed his brow.
Since he is Moody's man, he is on Dumbledore's side.
Muggle science experiments? There's definitely something fishy about this report!
Fudge doesn't trust many people now. Scrimgeour personally leads a team to Hong Kong to hunt down Vincent, and Dawlish's injuries have not yet fully healed. The only one left is Kingsley who is secretly monitoring Hogwarts.
A night later, Kingsley came to the minister's office with a thick report.
It was also a Muggle scientific experiment, and it listed detailed experimental steps that were completely incomprehensible. It seemed to be well-founded, which left Fudge speechless.
"Kingsley, could that reaction experiment or whatever it is really cause such a commotion?"
Kingsley corrected him, "Yes, Mr. Minister, it's the deuterium-tritium fusion reaction experiment."
"Deuterium... tritium..." Fudge twitched his eyes. "Muggle names are really hard to pronounce."
Kingsley felt the same way.
He was corrected by Vincent dozens of times last night before he remembered deuterium and tritium vividly.
Fudge looked down at the report again. It was full of plasma, fuel, reactors and so on. His head was buzzing after reading a few lines.
"Mr. Minister?"
"Ah, I'm fine." Fudge calmly put down the report. "Since this is a Muggle scientific experiment, let's quickly conclude the investigation and announce the news to the public, so that the public won't worry about whether it was caused by a Dark wizard."
"Yes, Mr. Minister."
Kingsley breathed a sigh of relief as he left the office.
Judging from what he did just now, Fudge should not have any doubts at all.
At noon that day,
The Daily Prophet has updated its report into paranormal activity in Oxfordshire.
It turned out to be a false alarm, but Muggles' scientific experiments are really getting more and more exaggerated.
But for Umbridge, who was at Hogwarts, she would not care at all even if the Muggles poked a big hole in the sky, because in the past week not only did she fail to investigate the problems in the school, but she also encountered a series of bad luck.
First, there was the little cutie who strangely appeared in the auditorium. She was investigating whether there were any quality problems with the long table when an eight-eyed baby spider the size of a palm flew directly onto her face, scaring her so much that she turned pale and accidentally twisted her foot, falling heavily to the floor.
Then came the mysterious falling of the crystal chandelier in her office. She was writing a report that night, and the creaking sound coming from above her head instantly made her panic.
If she hadn't reacted quickly, the vicious dog would have fallen to the ground and her arm would have been scratched.
Umbridge was angry, angrier than she had ever been.
But what could she do? She had decorated everything in the office herself, so she couldn't blame the school for its disrepair.
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