Hogwarts has already started school, and Harry Potter has been annoyed by Lockhart these days, which has left him without even time to read the golden book, and he has too many roommates, Ron, Neville Longbottom, Seamo Finegan, Dean Thomas, and he has almost no room for freedom. For some reason, he doesn't even want to share the book with Ron.

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

Moreover, based on Harry's understanding of Ron, if he saw a magic book made of gold, he would yell that the entire Gryffindor knew. Harry was deeply uneasy about his previous possession. Judging from the material, this "Sun Golden Sutra" is valuable, but the gold is worth a lot of gold Gallon!

He hesitated and wanted to return the book or hand it over to Dumbledore, but whenever he took out a very short space to secretly check the "Golden Sutra of the Sun" hidden under the pillow, the light reflected from the golden pages reflected on his glasses, and there was always a voice in his heart saying to him to try it!

At this time, he could always recall the illusions he saw in the Mirror of Eris.

That day, Lockhart made a mess of the class again. Harry was tired of dealing with Colin and Lockhart during the day. He had already seen Lockhart in the corridor and hurriedly avoided it. But Colin Clivie was hard to avoid it. He seemed to have kept Harry's course arrangements in his mind. Every time he met, Colin would respectfully admire him and say to him, "Hello, Harry." He had to answer six or seven times a day, "Colin, okay", and Harry was so bored.

That night, after Harry's roommates had all rested, he could no longer hold back his thumping heart. He put down the curtain, took out the "Sun Golden Sutra" from under the pillow, pulled out his magic wand and shouted in a low voice to the scriptures: "Fluorescent light flashes!"

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

On the page of the golden book that Harry looked through, there was a song of praise from the Sun God:

Praise you, ah, rise to you amazingly!

You ascend and shine, and make the heavens roll to the side.

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

We come from you and become divine because of you.

Your priest comes out at dawn and washes his heart with laughter;

The sacred wind blows through your golden strings with music.

At sunset, they hug you like every cloud

From your wings, the color of the horizon flashes.

There is no doubt that this is a poem praising the Sun God, but Harry couldn't think of any relationship with magic, let alone see the secret of the resurrection magic. He turned down two pages without giving up. The song "The Dead Gets Up, Praises the Sun" actually wrote three pages in the book. He racked his brains and couldn't see any clues from it.

Harry was extremely disappointed. He closed the pages in annoyance and whispered: "This may be just a scam, just like Malfoy's father said! It was Bojin, who opened a black magic store, who deceived those Muggles... Or maybe I can't understand ancient Egyptian pictograms at all, maybe Hermione could understand, she is Miss All-Time!"

He was about to stuff the golden book under the pillow, but as soon as he got stuck, he bounced off the bed like a spring. He was so excited that he was incoherent that he said to himself: "But I can't understand the weird hieroglyphs above!"

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

Harry took out the golden book again, and he confirmed that he was unfamiliar with the words recorded above, but when these words flowed in the floating golden light, he inexplicably understood its consciousness. All this happened so naturally that he could not react for a while.

He was about to recite a mantra that looked like a poem.

But as soon as he was about to pronounce it, he heard the sound of Ron's teeth grinding beside him. Harry picked up the "Golden Sutra of the Sun" and found the invisible cloak next to him. He lived and tried it in the abandoned classroom where the Eris Mirror had discovered before.

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

Back in the abandoned classroom, Eris's magic mirror had disappeared from here, but the desks and chairs piled in the corner, and the upside-down wastebasket were still the same.

The moonlight shone into this abandoned classroom, allowing Harry to see everything clearly even without lighting the lamp. Harry was a little confused when he looked at the place where Eris Mirror had visited. This was one of the most familiar places. During those days, he came here late at night every day and stared at the Mirror for a long time. He spread the "Sun Golden Sutra" under the moonlight and turned to the page that recorded the poem "The Dead Gets Up and Praises the Sun".

The light flowing in the golden book under the moonlight was a bit cold, unlike the golden color Harry saw during the day, and also from the dark gold color just under the fluorescent curse. Now the book is radiating like platinum all over the body.

Harry cleared his throat, lowered his voice, and sang according to his instinct: "Praise you, O La, rise to you with a stunning rise! You rise, shine, and make the heavens roll to the side. You are the king of the gods and the lord of all things, we come from you, and are holy because of you."

"You have passed the zenith, and your heart is happy; your boats in the morning and dusk meet good wind; before you, Mart lifts her feathers that determine her destiny, and the palace of Anu is noisy because of your name. Oh, the God of Perfection, the God of Eternity, the One God! The great eagle that flies with the rising sun! On the verdant fig tree, your eternal image shines with the heart of the river that passes through the heavens. Your light illuminates every face, but no one knows it. For thousands of years, you are the source of the arduous life."

Harry learned ancient Egyptian without a teacher. His long priestly tone was singing from his tender voice, with a hint of sacredness in the abandoned classroom in the middle of the night, which was particularly strange. Gradually, Harry's body slowly became transparent and entered a dark and cold world. Everything around him began to become colder, except for the moonlight, everything lost some color. If Harry looked at it directly, he could even see the surrounding scenery imitating in a mirror, with some twist.

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

His voice became loud and loud, as if the magnificent singing of the priests in the grand sacrifices in ancient Egypt echoed in the empty corridor of Hogwarts. The excited scream of Pipig came from afar: "Little ghost head! There is a little ghost head but it doesn't sleep, so you can travel in the corridor at night!" Pipig took the lead and flew towards the place where the sound was made. Felch and his cat followed far behind.

The Pipi Ghost who broke into the abandoned classroom didn't know what he interrupted.
Chapter completed!