Add Bookmark | Recommend this book | Back to the book page | My bookshelf | Mobile Reading

Free Web Novel,Novel online - All in hlnovel.com -> Sci-fi -> Fantasy world travel

Chapter 777 Song of the Sun

Previous page        Return to Catalog        Next page

    You can search "Fantasy World Travel" on Baidu to find the latest chapter!

    Hogwarts has already started school. Harry Potter has been annoyed to death by Lockhart these days, which leaves him no time to even read the golden book. Moreover, he has too many roommates, Ron,  Neville Longbottom, Seamus Finnegan, Dean Thomas, he had almost no free space, and for some reason, he didn't even want to share this book with Ron.

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

    And based on Harry's understanding of Ron, if he saw a magic book made of gold, he would scream and everyone in Gryffindor would know about it. Harry was deeply disturbed by his previous behavior as if he was possessed. From the material  Look, this "Sun Golden Sutra" is worth a lot of money, but the gold is worth a lot of galleons!

    He hesitated, wanting to return the book or give it to Dumbledore, but every time he took a very short moment to secretly check the "Sun Golden Book" hidden under his pillow, the golden pages reflected light.  The light reflected on his glasses, there was always a voice in his heart saying to him - try it!

    At this time, it always reminds him of the illusions he saw in the Mirror of Erised.

    This day, Lockhart once again made a mess in class. Harry was tired of dealing with Colin and Lockhart during the day. He had already hurriedly took a detour to avoid Lockhart as soon as he saw Lockhart in the corridor.  But Colin Creevey was hard to avoid. He seemed to have Harry's class schedule in mind.  Every time they met, Colin would always say to him with respect and admiration: "Hello, Harry." Harry was tired of having to answer "Okay, Colin" six or seven times a day.

    That night, after Harry waited until his roommates had gone to bed, he could no longer suppress his beating heart. He lowered the curtain, took out the Golden Sun Book from under his pillow, took out his wand and whispered to the book:  "Lumos!"

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

    On the page of the golden book that Harry was looking at, there was a hymn to the sun god engraved on it:

    Praise you, alas, for your astonishing ascent!

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

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

    We come from you and are holy because of you.

    Your priests come out at dawn to wash your heart with laughter;

    The divine wind carries music and blows through your golden strings.

    At sunset, they embrace you like every cloud

    From your wings, the colors reflected in the sky flash.

    There is no doubt that this is a poem praising the sun god Ra, but Harry can't think of anything to do with magic, let alone the secret of resurrection magic. He turned down two pages without giving up.  This song "The Dead Rise and Praise the Sun" actually spanned three pages in the book. He racked his brains but couldn't find any clues from it.

    Harry was extremely disappointed. He closed the book in annoyance and whispered: "This may be just a scam like Malfoy's father said! It was a prop used by Borgin, who runs a dark magic shop, to deceive those Muggles  Or maybe I can¡¯t understand ancient Egyptian hieroglyphs at all, but maybe Hermione can, she¡¯s Miss Know-It-All!¡±

    He was about to stuff the golden book under the pillow, but as soon as he touched the pillow, he bounced out of the bed like a spring. He was excited and incoherent, and said to himself: "But I can't understand those weird pictograms on it at all."  Words!¡±

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

    Harry took out the golden book again. He confirmed that he was unfamiliar and ignorant of the words recorded on it. But when these words flowed in the golden light, he inexplicably understood its consciousness. It all happened so naturally.  , so that he couldn't react for a while.

    He was going to recite the poem-like incantation above.

    But just as he was about to pronounce the words, he heard the sound of Ron grinding his teeth next to him. Harry picked up the "Golden Sun" and found the Invisibility Cloak next to him. He was about to go to the abandoned classroom where he found the Mirror of Erised to try it out.  try.

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

    Returning to the abandoned classroom, the Mirror of Erised had disappeared, but the desks and chairs piled in the corner, as well as the upturned wastepaper basket, were still the same.

    The moonlight shines into this abandoned church?, allowing Harry to see everything clearly even without lighting the lamp. Harry looked in a daze at the place where the Mirror of Erised had visited. This was one of the places he was most familiar with. During those few nights,  He came here every day late at night and stared at the magic mirror for a long time.  He spread out the Golden Sutra of the Sun under the moonlight and turned to the page that recorded the poem "The Dead Rise, Praise the Sun".

    The light flowing on the golden book under the moonlight was a bit cold. It was different from the gold color Harry saw during the day, and also different from the dark gold color just under the fluorescent spell. Now the book was filled with platinum-like brilliance.

    Harry cleared his throat, lowered his voice, and sang along with his instinct: "Praise you, Ola, for your astonishing rise! You rise, shine, and make the heavens roll aside. You are the king of the gods,  From you, Lord of all, come we, and by you we are holy.¡±

    "You have passed through the zenith, and your heart rejoices; your morning and evening boats are met with good winds; before you, Maat holds high her fateful feather, and the temple of Anu is noisy in your name.  O Thou perfect God, the Eternal God, the only God! Great eagle that soars with the rising sun! From the green fig tree thy ever-young form shines across the heavenly river. Thy light  Brighten every face, but no one knows it. For thousands of years, you are the source of enthusiasm for new life."

    Harry taught himself ancient Egyptian without a teacher, and the long priestly accent sang from his young voice, with a hint of sacredness. The abandoned classroom in the middle of the night was particularly strange. Gradually, Harry's body slowly became transparent, and he entered a world.  It was a gray, cold world, and everything around him began to look cooler. Except for the moonlight, everything lost some of its color. If Harry looked straight, he could even see the surrounding scenery as if it were in a mirror.  A bit twisted.

    But he doesn't notice this now. He has devoted himself wholeheartedly to the "Sun Golden Sutra".

    His voice unknowingly became high-pitched, like the majestic chants of the priests in the grand sacrifices of ancient Egypt, echoing in the empty corridors of Hogwarts, and the excited screams of Peeves could be heard in the distance: "  Little devil! There is a little devil who doesn't sleep and walks in the corridor at night!" Peeves took the lead and flew towards the place where the sound came from, followed by Filch and his cat at a distance.

    Peeves, who broke into the abandoned classroom, didn¡¯t know what he had interrupted.

    He only saw a ray of indescribable dazzling light shooting towards him, and felt a burning pain all over his body. If the magic of Hogwarts Castle hadn't protected it, he would have almost fainted.  Even so, Peeves still felt extremely weak. He screamed and ran back into the darkness, and went to an unknown place.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report