Fantasy World Transmigration - 774

Hogwarts has started school, and Harry Potter has been so annoyed by Lockhart these days that he has no time to read the golden book, and he has too many roommates, Ron, Neville Longbottom, Seamus Finnigan, Dean Thomas, he has almost no freedom at all. For some reason, he doesn’t even want to share the book with Ron.

Maybe it was because he used shameless means when he got this book!

And based on Harry’s knowledge of Ron, if he sees a magic book made of gold, he will yell that the entire Gryffindor knows it. Harry is deeply disturbed by his previous behavior like being possessed. Look, this “Sun Golden Sutra” is very valuable, but the gold is worth a lot of gold!

He hesitated and wanted to return the book or give it to Dumbledore, but whenever he took a very short gap to secretly view the “Golden Sutra of the Sun” hidden under his pillow, it was reflected on the golden pages of the book. The light reflected on his glasses, there is always a voice in his heart saying to him-try it!

At this time, he always reminded him of the illusions seen in the magic mirror of Eris.

This day, Lockhart once again messed up the class. Harry was struggling to deal with Colin and Lockhart during the day. He had already taken a detour as soon as he saw Lockhart in the hallway. But Colin Crevey was hard to avoid, he seemed to have Harry’s class schedule in his mind. Every time I met, Colin would respectfully and adore him and said to him: “Hello, Harry.” He had to answer “Colin, good” six or seven times a day, and Harry felt bored to death.

That night, after Harry waited until his roommates had rested, he could no longer hold back his pounding heart. He lowered the curtain, took out the “Sun Golden Sutra” from under the pillow, and drew out his wand and whispered to the scriptures: “Fluorescence flickers!”

The white light on the top of the magic wand shines on the “Golden Sutra of the Sun”. This magical magic book reflects brilliant and bright light. This light flows against the pages of the book. Although it is not dazzling, it has a brilliant, golden light. Exuding a sacred and eternal charm, the golden floating ancient Egyptian hieroglyphs narrate the poems of the gods.

On the golden book that Harry turned over, there was a song of praise from the sun god:

Praise you, ala, amazing rise towards you!

You rise, shine, and make the heavens roll aside.

You are the king of the gods, the lord of all things,

We came from you, and made sacred because of you.

Your priest greets you at dawn and washes your heart with laughter;

The sacred wind brings music and blows through your golden strings.

At sunset, they hug you like every cloud

From your wings, the colors of the sky are flashing.

Undoubtedly, this is a poem praising the sun god Ra, but Harry couldn’t think of any relationship with magic, let alone see the secret of resurrection magic from it. He unwillingly turned down two pages. The song “The Undead Rise Up and Praise the Sun” actually contained three pages in the book, and he racked his brains and couldn’t see any clues from it.

Harry was extremely disappointed. He closed the page in annoyance and whispered: “This may be just like Malfoy’s father said, it’s just a hoax! It’s Borkin, who runs the Black Magic Store, deceived those Muggle props… Or maybe I don’t understand ancient Egyptian hieroglyphs at all, maybe Hermione can understand it, she is a lady knows everything!”

He was about to put the golden book under the pillow, but he just touched the pillow and bounced off the bed like a spring. He was incoherent and said to himself: “But I can’t understand the weird pictograms above. Text!”

“Then how do I know the meaning of the poem engraved on it?”

Harry took out the gold book again. He confirmed that he was unfamiliar and ignorant of the words recorded above, but when these words were flowing in the golden light, he understood its consciousness inexplicably, and all this happened so naturally. , So that he could not react for a while.

He was about to recite the spell on it that looked like a poem.

But as soon as he was about to pronounce it, he heard the sound of Ron grinning his teeth next to him. Harry picked up the “Sun Golden Sutra” and found the invisibility cloak beside him. He was living in the abandoned classroom where he found the magic mirror of Eris before going to try it. try.

He sneaked out of the dormitory, walked down the stairs, walked through the common room, and climbed through the Fat Lady’s portrait hole.

Returning to the abandoned classroom, the Mirror of Eris has disappeared from here, but the desks and chairs piled up in the corner, as well as the upside-down waste paper basket, remain the same.

Moonlight entered this abandoned classroom, allowing Harry to see everything clearly even without lighting the lamp. Harry looked at the place where the Mirror of Eris had visited, which was one of his most familiar places. In those days and nights, he came here every day in the middle of the night, staring at the magic mirror for a long time. He spread the “Golden Sutra of the Sun” under the moonlight and turned to the page where the poem “The Dead Rise and Praise the Sun” was recorded.

The light flowing through the golden book in the moonlight was a bit cold, different from the golden color Harry saw during the day, and also different from the dark gold that was just under the fluorescent spell, and now the book was full of platinum-like brilliance.

Harry cleared his throat, lowered his voice, and sang along with his instinct: “Praise you, arah, rise amazingly towards you! You rise, shine, and make the heavens roll aside. You are the king of the gods, Lord of all things, we came from you and made sacred because of you.”

“You have passed the zenith, and your heart is pleased; your boat of morning and dusk meets good winds; in front of you, Matt lifts her fateful feather, and Anu’s temple is noisy because of your name. O God of perfection, God of eternity, and only God! Great eagle flying with the rising sun! On the verdant fig tree, your eternally young image gleams across the heart of the heavenly river. Your light Every face is bright, but no one knows. For thousands of years, you are the eager source of new life.”

Harry was able to speak ancient Egyptian without a teacher. The long priestly tone sang from his immature voice, with a trace of sacredness in the abandoned classroom in the middle of the night. It was very strange. Gradually, Harry’s body slowly became transparent and entered a The gloomy, icy world, everything around began to become colder, except for the moonlight, everything lost a bit of color, if Harry looked at it, he could even see the surrounding scenery resembling a mirror. A bit distorted.

But he doesn’t notice this now, he has devoted himself wholeheartedly to the “Sun Golden Sutra”.

His voice became high-pitched unconsciously, like the grand chants of the priests in the grand rituals of ancient Egypt, echoing in the empty corridors of Hogwarts, and Pippi’s excited screams were heard in the distance: ” Little devil head! There are little devil heads who don’t sleep, and they are walking at night in the hallway!” Pepy Ghost took the lead and flew towards the place where the sound was made. Filch and his cat followed far behind.

Pepy Ghost who broke into the abandoned classroom didn’t know what he interrupted.

It only saw a ray of indescribable dazzling light shooting at him, and felt a sharp pain all over his body. If it hadn’t been protected by the magic of Hogwarts Castle, he would almost be gone. Even so, Pepy Ghost still felt extremely weak, it screamed and ran back into the darkness, and went somewhere unknown.