Chapter 134 That Researcher is Also Called Edith

Shirley did not ask for the afternoon off for Edith. After lunch, Edith put her textbook in her pocket and walked with everyone to the History of Magic classroom.

The good news was that all the competitions for this semester were over, with the remaining points competition and the final both taking place after Christmas, so she could concentrate on preparing for the final exams without having to attend classes - the bad news was that Bertram was a bit of a mouthy person.

When the other party deliberately brought up the issue again, Edith closed the book helplessly.

She could never understand why Shelly had such a good relationship with him.

"Oh, our future wizard is finally willing to look back at the first grade classroom?" Bertram glanced at the third grade history book in Edith's hand, "How is your memorization?"

Even though Edith knew that the other party had no bad intentions and was just looking for fun, she still felt a little impatient. "Thank you for your concern. You memorized it well."

"Oh, you've surpassed the first grade level?"

"No." Edith shook her head modestly. Before Bertram could change the subject, she continued, "The level of the students in Professor Pullman's class."

Bertram's smile died in an instant.

But the smile did not disappear from the space. At the same time, the classroom suddenly erupted in friendly laughter.

"Shut up! She's laughing at you!" Bertram said bitterly amid the noisy laughter behind him, "You don't study hard, that's why your grades are worse than the class next door."

"At least we didn't say in front of the students in the next class that we are definitely better than them." Heda whispered, and the people around him burst into laughter again, and the already not serious class became even more chaotic.

Edith shrugged.

Pullman is another first-year professor of history of magic. Compared with Bertram, who has a unique style of painting, he is more in line with the traditional image of a history teacher - heavy monocle, thick white beard, and gray robe without any decoration, which looks more like a relic than something in a book. His voice is as hoarse as if he has been soaked in wine for more than ten years, and you will feel drowsy after listening to his class for a second.

At the matriculation ceremony, Bertram and Pullman, both dressed in pink, stood together, looking just like a grandfather and his rebellious grandson.

Bertram firmly believed that his teaching level was slightly better, and he once complained about Professor Pullman's teaching methods behind his back to his friends, but he didn't expect that Pullman himself was standing two meters behind him. This incident was so outrageous that even though all five people present raised their hands and swore that they would never tell anyone about it, this embarrassing scene still spread throughout the college within a day.

What was even more embarrassing was that the quarterly exam results came out a day later, and the Pullman class won.

"Didn't I teach well?" Bertram was heartbroken when he heard Hedda's words. "Is it my fault that you didn't do well in the exam?"

"You're a good teacher," Tuttle said suddenly. "If you hadn't always gone off topic in class, and we only learned half of the content in the lesson plan before the quarterly exam, we might have surpassed the class next door."

The laughter in the classroom became louder.

Edith took advantage of the confusion to open the book again and recited the third grade history knowledge points with her eyes closed. This time, Bertram was finally much more obedient, and he didn't call on her for half a class, letting her recite half of the book in one breath.

As she was immersed in the knowledge, the word "Edith" suddenly popped into her mind again.

Edith looked up.

"I'm not talking about you. Go back." Bertram finally found a way to fight back. He raised his chin and shook his hands. "Don't think that you are the only Edith in the world!"

Edith tilted her head amid the good-natured laughter around her: "What are you talking about?"

"No, I didn't mention you," Hedda whispered. "It's just that Bertram started to change the subject again."

They only advanced a little bit of the textbook in this class.

"Bertram talked about the first reform of pharmacy two hundred years ago, and also mentioned the progress of pharmacy two years ago." Bell took over the conversation. "Researcher Gary from the Magic Potion Association discovered that similar elements exist in different materials, which brought potion research into a more standardized era."

"Come to think of it, that researcher is also named Edith. Does your name make it easy for a potion genius to emerge?"

Edith was silent.

No, it's not that magical, the reason this name seems so good is that both of them are me...

Bertram on the podium was still beaming with joy.

"Earlier, pharmacists mainly relied on 'chance' to research medicines. They happened to put two materials together, or they happened to drink the water boiled from them, or they happened to have a headache, and it would be relieved after drinking it. This research method that relied on chance slowed down the development of pharmacy. It was not until two hundred years ago that the famous pharmacist Jin Baili studied the key of material properties and summarized different medicinal materials, which put the research of pharmacy on the right track."

As he spoke, he pretended to walk off the stage casually and slowly walked to Edith's side. "Since then, pharmacy research has not made any greater progress. Everyone has been developing medicines with different functions by piecing together materials with different properties based on Kimberly. This process has continued for two hundred years until the year before last, when civilian pharmacist Edith Gary discovered the material elements under material properties, throwing a stone into the stagnant pharmacy research world."

"Come, another great Edith, tell me the main points of the material element theory."

Amy spat out the tea in her mouth.

Lin Qi, who was sitting right in front of him, closed his eyes, quickly took off his dirty robe and threw it to him, and asked, "What's wrong?"

"As far as I know, Researcher Gary was promoted to Chief Researcher based on her achievement in the theory of material elements." Amy lowered her voice, "But she died just after being promoted. The only other researcher who participated in the experiment, Shelly Scott, was kicked out and became a teacher at our school. The project was shelved and there has been no new progress until now."

"It's such an incomplete theory. I don't think Bertram himself knows what it is about, let alone Edith." It's really embarrassing.

"The material element theory holds that the most basic unit of a material is an element, and the properties of a material are determined by the element with the highest content." Edith, who was considered to have "absolutely no idea", naturally answered the question, "So two materials with the same properties will produce two completely different potions because they contain different amounts of other elements. By studying the specific elements of the material, we can select the material more accurately and avoid doing a lot of elimination experiments that waste time and materials."

After saying that, Yida Si pondered for a moment: "Should I have made it easier to understand?" She had tried her best to simplify the professional terms.

It was quiet all around.

Edith tilted her head to look at Bertram, but she was surprised that he was as quiet as death, staring at the book on the table without moving.

"Teacher, is that right?" A student with a strong thirst for knowledge in the class broke the silence loudly.

At this moment, Bertram wanted to strangle the other person to death.

"Right, right." He said dryly, "Mr. Griffin is absolutely right. It's exactly what the teacher thought. Hahaha."

Edith: "But what I just said is wrong. The properties of a material should be determined by the two elements with the highest and second highest content."

Bertram: "..."

Okay, stop talking.

He fled, stood on the podium and said stubbornly: "It's okay, I really don't understand, but the teacher has a good relationship with Professor Scott, or should I say very good. Professor Scott was another person involved in the research that year. The teacher will ask him tonight and then judge whether Griffin's answer is correct."

"You will disappoint your classmates if you talk nonsense."

Edith shrugged and sat down without much concern.

Bertram was thick-skinned. He quickly recovered his spirits and returned to the lecture state. "In short, this is another leap in pharmacy, but we have no right to define its value now. Just like when Kimberly discovered the properties of materials, no one called it the 'first pharmaceutical revolution'. It was not until a hundred years later that the historian Coverdale summarized the development of pharmacy over the past century and found that the source of everything was Kimberly. Only then did he determine that this was a leap."

"Similarly, we today have no right to define the discovery made by Researcher Gary, but I believe that a hundred years from now, new historians will define it as the 'Second Reform of Pharmacy' - it's a pity that Researcher Gary died young and was unable to conduct further research on this topic." He suddenly became serious, took off his hat and placed it on his chest, bowing his head slightly, "I pay tribute to everyone who has contributed to history."

The classroom was filled with laughter and suddenly you could hear a pin drop.

Edith was a little distracted for a moment.

After she came up with the so-called element theory, she heard countless compliments—praising her intelligence, praising her youth and potential, and even praising her beauty. This praise reached its peak after she became the chief researcher, and disappeared after her death.

A year has passed.

She didn't expect that a year later, after leaving her position as chief researcher, she would be able to hear such pure praise again.

“No one wants to be forgotten,” she thought, “and no one is born to be forgotten.”

As a member of time, everyone has already played a role in promoting history simply by being alive. There is no reason for them to be deprived of consciousness and have their existence erased in order to continue a "more noble" life.

What Hope Eddie is doing should be stopped, and she cannot just aim to return to her body.

......

After class.

Bertram ignored the unfinished syllabus in his notebook, announced that there was no homework, and walked out of the classroom to the cheers of his students.

What a chaotic class.

He was so curious about the truth of what Edith said that he didn't even plan to go to the dance that night, and turned around and walked towards Shelly's laboratory. After he came across nothing, he didn't give up, and went straight to the association after asking for the news.

As soon as Shirley opened the door, he saw Bertram squatting on the ground.

Shelly: "...Come in."

"It's nothing serious. I'll just ask a few questions and leave." Bertram waved his hand nonchalantly and casually repeated what happened in class. "I don't know much, so is what the student said right?"

He looked up and found that Shelly had stopped what he was doing at some point and was staring at him motionlessly.

Bertram: "...Don't do this, I'm scared."

Shelly's eyes remained still as he spoke each word with emphasis: "You're making things difficult for a student?"

Bertram: "How can it be embarrassing? I just love to tease people. I have teased everyone in the class!"

Shelly: "Oh, there's more than one person in trouble."

Bertram shrank back.

For some reason, Shelly gave him a scary feeling today.