Chapter 913 The Link that Cannot Be Broken

In fact, the common room was always filled with excited shouts and laughter; Fred and George were demonstrating the latest additions from the Weasley Joke Workshop.

"Headless hat!" George shouted as Fred, wearing a hat with a pink feather, looked at the other students. "Now, two Copper Nuts each, watch Fred!"

Fred put his hat on his head and looked very happy. After a second he looked rather silly, his hat and head gone.

Some girls screamed, but others laughed and roared.

"Done again!" cried George, and Fred's hands groped in the thin air over his shoulders, and as Fred's hands took off the hat, his head appeared.

"How do those hats work?" said Hermione, distracting herself from her homework and looking closely at Fred and George.

"I mean, obviously, it was using some kind of disappearing spell, but it has been cleverly and extensively extended to other magical objects. I don't think the spell will last long." Fan Lin took a look. Said, "Or it could be a solidified disillusionment spell. I prefer the latter, it's safer."

Harry didn't answer. He felt like he was sick and looked a little depressed.

If you are left to face such a heavy workload alone while your friends are doing other things beside you, I believe that no matter who it is, they will not be in a beautiful mood.

"I have to do this tomorrow," Harry muttered to himself, putting back the book he had just taken out of his satchel.

"Okay, put it in your homework plan!" Hermione said encouragingly, "That way you won't forget it!"

Harry and Ron exchanged glances as they reached into their bags, pulled out the plan, and tentatively opened it.

"Don't leave that until too late, you big idiot!"

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Well, that doesn't seem like Hermione's style, but stupid...

"Is this what you wrote?" Ron asked strangely.

"It's very vivid, isn't it? It can be a good reminder for you..." Hermione said nonchalantly.

Regardless of whether the two of them wanted it or not, the words were there anyway. Fan Lin found that Hermione was becoming more and more powerful, and it seemed that she had completely mastered the means to subdue the three of them.

When Harry was scribbling down Umbridge's homework, he was almost treating the book as Umbridge, scratching the pen one by one... while Hermione looked at him dutifully.

"I think I'm going to bed," Harry said, filling out his homework plan and stuffing it into his bag, concentrating on throwing it into the fireplace when he got the chance.

Harry crossed the common room, dodging George, the man who was trying to put a "headless hat" on his head, and walked up the quiet, cool stone staircase to the boys' dormitory.

He felt again that he was sick, as he had visions of snakes at night, but he thought that he would soon lie down and sleep for a long time, and then he would be normal again.

Harry opened the door to the dormitory and stepped in. His head hurt so sharply that he thought someone must have put a razor blade into the top of his head. He didn't know where he was, whether he was standing or lying down, and he didn't even know his own name. Maniacal laughter rang in his ears and he was happier than he had been in a long time. Cheers, joy, victory. Something exciting happened.

"Harry? Harry?" Someone hit him around the face, stupid laughter often interrupted by painful cries. Joy was flowing out of him in abundance, as the laughter continued. He opened his eyes, and as he did so he understood clearly that the savage laughter was coming from his own lips.

It dawned on him then, and it faded; Harry lay panting on the floor, staring at the ceiling, the scar on his forehead throbbing violently. Fan Lin was bending down to look at him, putting a hand on Harry's shoulder.

"What happened?" Fan Lin asked.

"I... don't know." Harry panted and stood up again.

"He was really happy, really happy."

"Are you talking about Voldemort?" Fan Lin asked in confusion. In his impression, when the word "happy" happened to Voldemort, it was nothing more than making him feel that kind of perverted pleasure.

What cannot be doubted is that besides blood, the only thing that can bring pleasure to Voldemort after emptying out all excess emotions is power.

"What's going on?" Fan Lin asked.

"I don't know, but he is smiling anyway..." Harry shook his head, "There are many people, they are at a party, maybe..."

"Something good happened," Harry murmured, shaking and looking just as scary as he did after seeing Mr. Weasley being attacked. "Some of the things he hoped for, it seems he achieved it, cheers... victory..."

Harry spoke these words when they had just returned to the Gryffindor dressing room, the words coming out of Harry's mouth like a stranger speaking, yet he knew they were true.

He took a deep breath, hoping not to vomit next to Fan Lin. He was glad that no one else noticed this time.

"I was coming to check on you," Fanlin whispered, helping Harry stand up. "After Professor Snape looks into your mind, your defenses will be low, and at this point I think we need to do something else. I think long-distance running might help you, isn't it?"

Fan Lin tried to ask, but the boy in front of him obviously had no interest in running at night. When he helped Harry to the bed, Fan Lin looked at Harry with some sympathy. Harry nodded uncertainly and lay down on the pillow.

That night, Harry often fell to the ground and felt pain. Harry's scar was still painful, as could be seen by the way Harry squirmed back and forth.

It seems that Occlumency cannot help Harry resist Voldemort's first psychic attack, and Fanlin believes that this will happen in every conscious connection.

When Harry was young, Voldemort's soul fragments were with Harry's body. It is very possible that even Harry himself could not tell those things that belonged to him and those that belonged to Voldemort.

However, judging from Harry's performance, Occlumency training will also bring them more information. Exhaustion will make their mental defenses relax, just like today, without warning. , Harry was still awake, but he felt Voldemort's situation.

So... what made Voldemort so happy during these fourteen years? (To be continued)