School had already started at Hogwarts, and Harry Potter had been annoyed to death by Lockhart for the past few days. He did not even have time to flip through the golden book. Furthermore, he had too many roommates — Ron, Neville Longbottom, Seamus Finnegan, and Dean Thomas — he did not have the slightest bit of freedom. For some reason, he did not even want to share the book with Ron.
Perhaps it was because he had used dishonorable means to obtain this book!
Furthermore, based on Harry's understanding of Ron, if he saw a magic book made of gold, he would shout that the whole of Gryffindor would know. Harry was deeply disturbed by his previous behavior, as if he had been possessed. In terms of material, the Book of the Golden Sun was worth a lot of money. Just the gold alone was worth a lot of gold coins!
He hesitated to return the book or give it to Dumbledore, but every time he took a short moment to sneak a peek at the Book of the Golden Sun he had hidden under his pillow, the light refracted from the golden pages reflected off his glasses, and there was a voice in his heart telling him to give it a try!
At this time, it would always remind him of the illusions he had seen in the Magic Mirror of Eris.
That day, Lockhart once again made a mess of the class. Harry was tired of dealing with both Colin and Lockhart during the day, and he had already made a detour to avoid Lockhart in the corridor whenever he saw him. But Colin Creevey was hard to avoid. He seemed to have memorized Harry's class schedule. Every time they met, Colin would respectfully and adore him, saying, "Hello, Harry." He had to reply "Hello, Colin" six or seven times a day, and Harry was bored to death.
That night, after his roommates had gone to bed, Harry could no longer suppress his pounding heart. He put down the curtains and took out the Book of the Golden Sun from under his pillow. He pulled out his wand and whispered to the book, "Fluorescent Twinkle!"
The white light at the tip of the wand shone on the Book of the Golden Sun, and the magical magic book reflected a brilliant light. This light flowed along the pages, and although it was not dazzling, it had a kind of splendor. The golden light revealed a kind of sacred, eternal charm. Between the floating golden Egyptian hieroglyphs, a poem of the gods was narrated.
The page of the golden book that Harry flipped through was engraved with a hymn to the Sun God:
Praise Thee, Ah La, Thy amazing ascent!
You rise, shine, and cause the heavens to roll to one side.
You are the king of the gods, the master of all things.
We come from you, we are made holy by you.
Thy priests go forth at dawn, And wash their hearts with mirth;
The sacred wind blows upon your golden strings with music.
At sunset, they embrace you, like every cloud.
From thy wings shines the color of the horizon.
There was no doubt that this was a poem praising Ra, the Sun God, but Harry could not figure out what it had to do with magic, let alone the secret of resurrection magic. Unwilling to give up, he turned two more pages. This "Rise of the Dead, Praise the Sun" actually had three pages in the book. He racked his brains but could not find any clue from it.
Harry was extremely disappointed. He closed the book in frustration and muttered, "This could be a hoax, just as Malfoy's father said! Could it be a tool that Boggin, the owner of the black magic shop, uses to trick the Muggles? Or maybe I don't understand ancient Egyptian hieroglyphs at all. Maybe Hermione can. She's Miss Know-It-All! "
He was about to put the golden book under his pillow, but as soon as he touched the pillow, he bounced off the bed like a spring. He was so excited that he could not speak coherently. "But I can't understand those weird hieroglyphs at all!" he muttered to himself.
"Then how do I know the meaning of the poem engraved on it?"
Harry took out the golden book again. He was sure that he was unfamiliar with the words written on it, but when the words flowed in the golden light, he inexplicably understood its meaning. It all happened so naturally that he could not react for a moment.
He prepared to recite the hymn-like incantation.
But just as he was about to recite it, he heard the sound of Ron grinding his teeth. Harry picked up the "Golden Book of the Sun" and found the Invisibility Cloak nearby. He decided to go to the abandoned classroom where he had found the Mirror of Eris.
He sneaked out of the dormitory, down the stairs, through the common room, and climbed over the Portly Lady's portrait hole.
When he returned to the abandoned classroom, the Mirror of Eris had disappeared. But the desks and chairs in the corner, and the overturned wastepaper basket, were still there.
The moonlight shone into the abandoned classroom, allowing Harry to see everything clearly even without the light. Harry was lost in thought as he looked at the place where the Mirror of Eris had visited. It was one of the places he was most familiar with. During those few nights, he came here every night and stared at the mirror for a long time. He opened the "Golden Book of the Sun" in the moonlight and turned to the page where the poem "Rise of the Dead, Praise the Sun" was recorded.
In the moonlight, the light flowing on the golden book was a little cold. It was different from the golden color that Harry had seen during the day, and also different from the dark gold that had just been cast by the fluorescent spell. Now the book was flowing with a platinum brilliance.
Harry cleared his throat, lowered his voice, and chanted instinctively, "Praise thee, Alaa, to thy amazing rise! Thou art rising, shining, and making the heavens roll aside. Thou art the King of the gods, the Lord of all. We come from thee, and because of thee we are holy. "
"Thou didst pass the zenith, and thy heart rejoiceth; thy boat of dawn and of dusk have fair winds; before thee Mat lifteth up her fateful plume, and the halls of Anu are tumultuous with thy name. O thou perfect god, eternal god, and only god! The great eagle that soars with the rising sun! On the green fig tree, thy ever-young image shines across the heart of the heavenly river. Thy light shines on every face, and no one knows it. For thousands of years, thou art the source of new life. "
Harry had learned ancient Egyptian without a teacher, and he sang in a long priestly tone with a hint of holiness. It was very strange in the abandoned classroom at night. Gradually, Harry's body became transparent, and he entered a dark, cold world. Everything around him began to become colder. Except for the moonlight, everything lost some of its luster. If Harry looked straight, he could even see that the scenery around him was a bit distorted, as if it was in a mirror.
But he did not notice it now. He was completely immersed in the "Golden Book of the Sun".
His voice unconsciously became high-pitched, like the grand chant of the priests in ancient Egypt. It echoed in the empty corridors of Hogwarts. In the distance, Mischievous screamed excitedly, "Little devil! There's a little devil who's not sleeping, but wandering the corridors at night! " Mischievous took the lead and flew towards the source of the sound. Filch and his cat followed at a distance.
Mischievous broke into the abandoned classroom and did not know what he had interrupted.
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