Fantasy World Transmigration

Hogwarts has already started school, Harry Potter has been annoyed by Lockhart in the past few days, which makes him not even look at the gold book, and his roommate is too much, Ron, Neville Longbottom, Seymour Finnigan, Dean Thomas, he has almost no space for freedom. I don’t even know why he even wants to share this book with Ron.

Maybe it was because he got the book, he used the disgraceful means!

And with Harry’s knowledge of Ron, if he saw the magic book made of gold, he would know the whole Gryffindor, and Harry was deeply disturbed by his previous demon-like behavior, from the material. Look, this “Sun Golden Classic” is worth a lot, but those gold are worth a lot of gold plus!

He hesitated, wanted to return the book, or hand it over to Dumbledore, but whenever he took a very short gap to sneak a glimpse of the “Sun Golden Sutra” hidden under his pillow, the golden page was refracted. The light reflected on his glasses, and there was always a voice in his heart that said to him – try it!

At this time, he always reminds him of the illusions seen in the mirror of Eris.

On the same day, Lockhart made another mess in the classroom. Harry struggled to cope with Colin and Lockhart during the day. He had already seen Rohart in the corridor aisle and quickly evaded. But Colin Clive is hard to avoid, and he seems to keep Harry’s curriculum in mind. Every time he meets, Colin always respects and admires him and says to him, “Hello, Harry.” One day, six or seven times, “Colin, okay,” Harry felt tired and died.

That night, after Harry had waited for the roommates to rest, he couldn’t hold the heart of Peng Pengg. He put down the curtain and took out the Sun Jinjing from under the pillow. He pulled out his wand and whispered to the scripture: “Fluorescent flashing!”

The white light at the top of the wand shines on the Sun Golden Sutra. This magical magic book reflects the brilliant rays of light. This rays of light lingers on the pages of the book. Although it is not glaring, it has its own brilliance. The golden rays of light reveal a sacred, timeless charm, and the golden light floating ancient Egyptian hieroglyphics tells the poetry of the gods.

On the gold book that Harry looked at, he engraved a song of praise from Sun God:

Praise you, pull, and rise to your amazing!

You rise, shine, and let the heavens roll sideways.

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

We come from you, because of you, come god.

Your priest is welcoming at dawn, washing his heart with laughter;

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

At sunset, they hug you like every cloud

From your wings, the color of the sky is flashing.

There is no doubt that this is a poem that praises Sun God, but Harry can’t think of anything that has anything to do with magic, let alone see the secret of resurrection, and he flipped two pages down. This “The Undead Gets Up, Praise the Sun” actually wrote three pages in the book, and he did not see anything from the above.

Harry was disappointed. He was annoyed to close the page and whispered: “This may be like Malfoy’s father said, just a scam that’s all! Is the black magic store’s Bojin deceiving those Muggle props… …or maybe I can’t understand the ancient Egyptian pictographic language, maybe Hermione can understand it, she is Miss Master!”

He was about to put the gold book under the pillow, but he just got a pillow and bounced off the bed like a spring. He was incoherent and said to himself: “But I can’t understand the weird pictographs above.” Text!”

“So how do I know the meaning of the poems engraved above?”

Harry once again took out the gold book, and he confirmed that he was unfamiliar and ignorant of the words written above, but when the words flowed in the golden light, he inexplicably understood its consciousness, and all this happened. Naturally, he did not respond to it for a while.

He is ready to read the incantation like poetry.

But as soon as he was ready to pronounce, he heard the sound of wearing Ron’s molars next to him. Harry picked up the “Sun Golden Sutra” and found the invisibility cloak next to him. He lived in the abandoned classroom before he found the Eris mirror. test.

He sneaked out of the dorm, walked down the stairs, crossed the common room, and climbed through the portrait of the fat lady.

Going back to the abandoned classroom, the Eris mirror has disappeared from here, but the desks and chairs piled in the corner, and the inverted trash can still remain the same.

The moonlight entered the abandoned classroom, so that Harry could see everything clearly even without the lights. Harry looked at the place where Eris mirror had visited, and he was one of the most familiar places. In those few nights, he came here late at night, staring 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 Undead Gets Up and Praise the Sun.”

The ray of light flowing through the gold book in the moonlight is a bit cold, unlike the yellow golden zea that Harry saw during the day, and the dark golden that was just under the fluorescent spell. Now the book is flowing through platinum. Guanghua.

Harry cleared his throat, lowered his voice, and sang with his instinct: “Praise you, pull, and rise to your amazing! You rise, shine, and let the heavens roll sideways. You are the king of the gods, Lord of all things, we come from you, because of you, come god holy.”

“You have gone through the zenith, your heart is happy; your morning and the boat at dusk meet a good wind; in front of you, Matt exalts her feathers that determine her destiny, and Anu’s temple is embarrassed by your name. Your perfect god, the eternal god, the only god! The great eagle flying with the rising sun! On the green fig tree, your everlasting young image flashes across the heart of the heavens. Your light Every face is bright, but no one knows. For thousands of years, you are the root of the new life.”

Harry did not teach the ancient Egyptian language, and the long priest tone was sung from his tender voice, with a trace of sacred in the abandoned classroom in the middle of the night. Gradually, Harry’s body slowly became transparent and entered a The dark, cold world, everything around it began to become cold, except that everything in the moonlight lost a bit of color. If Harry was looking at it, he could even see the scenery around him in the mirror. A bit twisted.

But he can’t notice this now, he has been wholeheartedly invested in the “Sun Golden Classic”.

His voice became unconsciously high, as if the ancient sacred rituals of the great sacrifices of ancient Egypt echoed in the empty corridor of Hogwarts, and the screams of the Pippi ghosts came from far away: Little devil’s head! There are little devils who don’t sleep, and swim in the hallway at night!” Pippi ghost took the lead and flew to the place where the sound was coming. Filch and his cat were far behind.

Pippi ghosts who broke into the abandoned classroom did not know what they had interrupted.

It only saw an indescribable glare shining on him, and felt a fierce pain. If it wasn’t for the magic of Hogwarts Castle, he would almost disappear. Even so, the Pippi ghost still felt extremely weak, and it screamed back to the darkness, and went to somewhere.