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That's the end of the story; there are many people who are not surprised at anything and would not believe the story.However, I've grown accustomed to these people's confusion about the story. The fishermen of Stromboli received us with the kindness they often have for shipwrecked refugees, and gave us clothes and food.After a wait of forty-eight hours we were at last sent on August 31st, where we rested for a few hours, completely relieved of the weariness of our journey. On Friday, September 4th, we embarked on the MMV Voltuno, and landed at Marseilles three days later.There is one question that is always on our minds, our hapless compass.This inexplicable situation still worries me immensely. On the evening of September 9, we arrived in Hamburg.

I don't want to describe Martha's surprise and Grauben's joy. "Now you are a hero," said my dear fiancée, "and you will never leave me again, Aksai." I look at her.She had mixed feelings of sorrow and joy. Whether the return of Professor Liedenbrock caused a sensation in Hamburg, I leave it to everyone's imagination.Due to Marta's leak, the fact of his travels to the center of the earth has spread throughout the world.People wouldn't believe it, and when he came back, they still didn't believe it. However, Hannes returned to Iceland, and some news from Iceland somewhat changed this public opinion.

By this time my uncle had become a great man, and I had become somewhat great, being the nephew of a great man.Hamburg set the party for us.A congress was held in Johannaim, at which the professor reported our expedition, omitting only the compass.On the same day, he deposited the Saknusan documents in the city archives office, and said that although he was strong-willed, the objective environment was extremely difficult and dangerous, which prevented him from following the trail of the Danes to the real center of the earth, which made him feel deeply Left behind.He was humble about his honor and the fame it brought him.

So many honors will inevitably attract the envy of others.In addition, his factually based theory about geothermal heat is contrary to the accepted scientific system, so he has launched many famous debates with scholars from all over the world with his pen and mouth. From what I understand, I do not agree with his cooling theory; although I have seen all this, I believe and still believe in the hot core.I admit, however, that there are parts of the earth which are not quite settled, which affect the extent to which the laws of natural phenomena apply. In the midst of all this, my uncle had one more thing that he really regretted.Hanns left Hamburg in spite of his uncle's entreaties, thanks to whom we achieved everything, but he left without asking us to repay.He was homesick.

"Good-bye." After saying this simple farewell one day, he set off for Reykjavik, and he arrived here safely.We all miss him; I will never forget him, and I hope to see him again before I die. Finally, I should say that this book has caused a great sensation all over the world.It was printed, it was translated into every language; it was discussed, it was critiqued, believers and skeptics attacked it and defended it with equally firm theories.This is a rare occurrence, and my uncle enjoyed all the honors he received for life, and because of Mr. Barnum's proposal, he was "exhibited" in the United States and received a high reward.

But there was a fly in the ointment, and one thing, almost a pain, was connected with his honor.This is the unexplained behavior of compass.For a scientist like my uncle, an unexplainable fact is a torture to the soul.However, after all, God has already prepared happiness for uncle. One day, when I was arranging a large pile of mineral specimens in his study, I saw this famous compass and examined it.This compass has been there for half a year, and no one has ever noticed the strange phenomenon it caused. Suddenly, I was very surprised and let out a cry.The professor then ran to my side. "What's the matter?" he asked.

"This compass—" "All right?" "Ah, the needle of the compass turns north into south!" "What did you say?" "Look! Its poles are reversed!" Uncle looked at it, compared it with other compasses, and suddenly jumped up, shaking the house. What light shone into his and mine! "So," he cried, when he was able to speak, "when we got to Cape Saconusan, this nasty compass needle pointed north instead of south?" "Obviously so." "That would explain our error. And how are the poles of the compass reversed?"

"The reason is simple." "Explain it, my child." "When there was a storm on the Leedenbroek sea, the ball of fire magnetized the iron on the raft, and it also played tricks on our compass!" "Ah!" cried the professor, and suddenly he burst out laughing. "It turns out that this is a trick played by the electricity!" From that day on my uncle was the happiest scientist, and I was also the happiest person who moved into the house on Koenigstrasse as my lovely non-Grauban niece and wife.Her uncle was the well-known Professor Otto Liedenbrock, who is a corresponding member of all the scientific, geographical and geological societies of the world, which needless to say.

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