Hogwarts has already started school, Harry Potter has been annoyed to death by Lockhart these days, which makes him not even have time to look through that golden book, and he has too many roommates, Ron, Neville Longbottom, Seamus Finnigan, Dean Thomas, he has almost no room for freedom, and for some reason, he doesn't even want to share the book with Ron.

Maybe it's because he used dishonorable means when he got this book!

And with what Harry knew about Ron, if he saw a magic book made of gold, he would shout that the whole Gryffindor knew, Harry was deeply disturbed by his previous obsession-like behavior, in terms of material, this "Golden Book of the Sun" is worth a lot of money, but those gold are worth a lot of gold Galleons!

He hesitated to return the book or give it to Dumbledore, but whenever he took a very short gap to secretly check the Golden Book of the Sun that he had hidden under his pillow, the light reflected on the golden pages reflected on his glasses, and a voice inside him always said to him—try it!

At this time, he could always recall the visions he had seen in the Mirror of Eris.

The class had been a mess in Lockhart once again that day, and Harry had been struggling to deal with Colin and Lockhart during the day, and he had already made a detour to avoid Lockhart as soon as he saw him in the hallway. But Colin Creevey couldn't avoid it, he seemed to have Harry's lesson schedule in his head. Every time they met, Colin would respectfully adore him and say to him, "Hello, Harry. Six or seven times a day he had to reply, "Colin, yes," and Harry was bored to death.

That night, Harry waited until his roommates had rested, and he couldn't hold back his pounding heart anymore, he lowered the curtain, took out the Golden Sutra of the Sun from under his pillow, drew his wand and whispered to the scripture, "Fluorescent flickering!" ”

The white light at the tip of the wand shone on the Golden Book of the Sun, this magical magic book reflected a brilliant light, this light flowed against the pages, although not dazzling, but there was a kind of brilliance of its own, the golden light revealed a sacred, eternal charm, the golden light floating between the ancient Egyptian hieroglyphs, narrating the poetry of the gods.

On the page of the golden book that Harry flipped through was engraved a hymn to the sun god:

Praise you, Alah, for your amazing ascent to you!

Thou hast risen, thou hast shone, and thou hast made the heavens roll aside.

You are the King of the Gods, the Lord of all,

We came from you, and we are holy because of you.

Thy priests come out at dawn to wash their hearts with laughter;

The sacred wind, with music, blows through your golden strings.

At sunset, they embrace you like every cloud

From your wings, the colors of the sky shine.

There was no doubt that it was a hymn in praise of Ra, the sun god, but Harry couldn't think of anything it had to do with magic, let alone see the secret of resurrection magic in it, so he turned down two pages without giving up, and the poem "The Dead Rise Up, Praise the Sun" actually had three pages in the book, and he couldn't see anything from it.

Harry was unusually disappointed, he closed the page in frustration and whispered, "This may be just a hoax as Malfoy's father said!" It's the prop of Bogin, who runs a dark magic shop, to deceive those Muggles...... Or maybe I can't read ancient Egyptian hieroglyphs, maybe Hermione can, she's a jack-of-all-trades! ”

He was about to stuff the golden book under the pillow, but as soon as he touched it, it bounced off the bed like a spring, and he said to himself incoherently with excitement, "But I can't read the strange hieroglyphs on it!" ”

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

Harry pulled out the golden book again, he confirmed that he was unfamiliar and ignorant of the words written on it, but when the words flowed in the golden light, he inexplicably understood its consciousness, and it all happened so naturally that he couldn't react for a moment.

He was about to recite the incantation that sounded like a poem.

But just as he was about to pronounce it, he heard the sound of Ron grinding his teeth next to him, Harry picked up the Golden Sutra of the Sun and found the Cloak of Invisibility next to him, and he was ready to go to the abandoned classroom where he had found the Mirror of Eris to give it a try.

He sneaked out of the dormitory, down the stairs, through the common room, and over the Fat Lady Portrait Hole.

Back in the abandoned classroom, the Mirror of Eris had disappeared, but the desks and chairs piled up in the corner, and the upside-down wastepaper basket, were still the same.

The moonlight shone into the abandoned classroom, allowing Harry to see everything clearly even when he wasn't lighting the lamp, and Harry was a little distracted when he looked at the place where the Mirror of Eris had visited, it was one of the places he was most familiar with, and he had come here late at night every day for a few nights, staring at the mirror for a long time. He spread out the Golden Sutra of the Sun in the moonlight and turned to the page where the poem "The Dead Rise Up and Praise the Sun."

The glow that flowed from the golden book in the moonlight was a little cold, different from the gold color Harry had seen during the day, and different from the dark gold that had just been under the fluorescent spell, and now the book was flowing with a white gold glow.

Harry cleared his throat, lowered his voice, and chanted to his instinct: "Praise you, Ahra, for your amazing ascent to you!" Thou hast risen, thou hast shone, and thou hast made the heavens roll aside. You are the King of the gods, the Lord of all things, from whom we came, and through whom we were made holy. ”

"Thou hast passed the zenith, and thy heart rejoices; Thy early morning and twilight ships are well winded; Before you, Mart holds up her fateful feather, and the temple of Anu is in the tumult of your name. O God of Perfection, God of Eternity, God of Oneness! The great eagle that flies with the rising sun! On the verdant fig trees, your eternally young image shimmers in the heart of the river that sweeps through the kingdom of heaven. Your light shines on every face, but no one knows. For thousands of years, you are the fervent source of new life. ”

Harry spoke ancient Egyptian without a teacher, and the long priestly tone sang from his young voice, with a hint of sacredness in the abandoned classroom in the middle of the night, which was very strange, and gradually Harry's body slowly became transparent, entering a gray, cold world, everything around him began to become cold, except for the moonlight, everything lost a bit of color, if Harry looked at it, he could even see that the surrounding scenery was as if in a mirror, a little distorted.

But he didn't notice this now, and he had devoted himself wholeheartedly to the Golden Sutra of the Sun.

His voice unconsciously became high-pitched, like the magnificent chanting of the priests in the grand sacrifice of ancient Egypt, echoing in the empty corridors of Hogwarts, and the excited screams of Peeves could be heard in the distance: "Little ghost! There are little ghosts who don't sleep, and they swim in the corridor at night! Peeves took the lead and flew towards the place where the sound came from, Filch and his cat following far behind.

Peeves who broke into an abandoned classroom didn't know what he had interrupted.

It saw an indescribable, blinding glow coming at him, and he felt a burning pain all over his body, and if it hadn't been for the magic of Hogwarts Castle to protect it, he would have almost lost his soul. Even so, Peeves felt extremely weak, and he ran back into the darkness screaming, burrowing into nowhere.