Chapter 774 (1/2)

Hogwarts has started school. Harry Potter is so bored by Lockhart these days that he doesn't even have time to read the Golden Book. Moreover, he has too many roommates. Ron, Neville Longbottom, Seymour Finnegan and Dean Thomas, he has almost no free space. For some reason, he doesn't even want to share the book with Ron.

Maybe it's because he used disgraceful means when he got the book!

Moreover, based on Harry's understanding of Ron, if he saw the magic book made of gold, he would shout. The whole Gryffindor knew it. Harry was deeply disturbed by his previous magic behavior. From the material point of view, the sun Golden Classic was valuable, but the gold was worth a lot of gold gallon!

He hesitated and wanted to return the book or give it to Dumbledore, but whenever he took out a very short space to secretly check the sun golden Sutra hidden under his pillow, the light reflected on the golden pages reflected on his glasses, and a voice in his heart always said to him - try it!

At this time, it always reminds him of the illusions seen in Eris's magic mirror.

Harry was tired of dealing with Colin and Lockhart during the day. He had made a detour as soon as he saw Lockhart in the corridor. But Colin crave was hard to avoid. He seemed to have kept Harry's curriculum in mind. Every time we met, Colin would respect and worship him and say to him, ”Hello, Harry.” Harry was tired of answering ”Colin, hello” six or seven times a day.

That night, when all his roommates had rested, Harry could no longer restrain his pounding heart. He put down the curtain, took out the sun golden Sutra from under his pillow, took out his magic wand and whispered to the Sutra, ”fluorescence flickers!”

The white light at the top of the wand shines on the sun golden Sutra. This magical magic book reflects a brilliant light. This light flows close to the page. Although it is not dazzling, it has its own brilliance. The golden light reveals a sacred and eternal charm. The golden floating ancient Egyptian hieroglyphics describe the poetry of the gods.

The Golden Book Harry looked at was engraved with a hymn of the Sun God:

Praise you, ah La, towards your amazing rise!

You rise and shine, rolling the heavens aside.

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

We come from you and are sacred because of you.

Your priests greet you at dawn and wash your heart with laughter;

The sacred wind blows over your golden strings with music.

At sunset, they hug you like every cloud

From your wings, the color of the sky shines.

There is no doubt that this is a poem praising the sun god, but Harry can't think of anything to do with magic, let alone see the secret of resurrection magic. He didn't give up turning down two pages. The dead get up and praise the sun actually wrote three pages in the book. He racked his brains and couldn't see anything from it.