Chapter 924

In fact, the common room was always full of excited shouts and laughter; Fred and George were demonstrating the latest product of Weasley's joke workshop.

"Headless hat!" As Fred looked at the other students in a pink feathered hat, George exclaimed, "now, two nickels each, look at Fred!"

Fred put his hat on his head and looked very happy. A second later, he looked rather silly. His hat and head had disappeared.

Some girls screamed, but others laughed and growled.

"Finish it again!" Cried George, and Fred's hand fumbled in the thin air over his shoulder, and when Fred's hand took the hat off, his head appeared.

"How did those hats come about?" Said Hermione, distracted from the homework and looked closely at Fred and George.

"I mean, obviously, it's some kind of vanishing spell, but it's been cleverly and extensively extended to other magical objects that I don't think will last long." Vaseline took a look and said, "or the fixed phantom mantra, I prefer the latter, which is safer."

Harry didn't answer. He felt that he was ill, and he looked a little depressed.

If you are allowed to face such heavy homework alone and your friends are doing something else, I believe that no matter who it is, the mood is not beautiful.

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

"OK, put it in your homework plan!" Hermione said encouragingly, "so you don't forget it!"

As Harry and Ron reached into their schoolbag, they exchanged eyes, took out a plan, and tentatively opened it.

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

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

"Is that what you wrote?" Asked Ron with a strange cry.

"It's very impressive, isn't it? It's a good reminder that... " Hermione said with indifference.

Whether they want to or not, the words are there. Van Lin finds Hermione getting stronger and stronger, and seems to have mastered the means to subdue the three.

When Harry scribbled down Umbridge's homework, it was like taking the book as Umbridge and crossing it with the tip of his pen Hermione looked at him dutifully.

"When I finished, Harry said," I put it in my homework bag when I had a chance.

Harry crossed the common room, dodged George, the man who tried to put a "headless hat" on him, through the quiet, cool stone stairs to the boys' dormitory.

Once again, he felt sick, just as he had a vision of snakes at night, but he thought that he would be able to lie down and sleep for a long time, and then he would become normal.

Harry opened the door of the dormitory and stepped in. His head hurt so much that he thought someone must have put the blade on top of his head. He didn't know where he was, standing or lying, and he didn't even know his own name. Crazy laughter was ringing in his ears, and he was happier than he had been for a long time. Cheer, joy, victory. An exciting thing happened.

"Harry? Harry Someone hit him around his face, and his silly laughter was often interrupted by painful cries. Joy was pouring out of him in large quantities, while the laughter continued. He opened his eyes, and as he did so, he clearly understood that the savage laughter was coming from his own mouth.

At that moment he understood that it was fading away; Harry lay panting on the floor, staring at the ceiling, the scar on his forehead beating violently. Van Lin was bending down to look at him, one hand on Harry's shoulder.

"What happened?" Asked Fanlin.

"I I don't know. " Out of breath, Harry stood up again.

"He's really happy, really happy."

"Do you mean Voldemort?" Fanlin asked, in his impression, the word "happy" happened in Voldemort's body, nothing more than to make him feel that kind of abnormal pleasure.

What can't be doubted is that, apart from blood, power can bring pleasure to Voldemort by emptying all the superfluous emotions.

"What's the situation?" Asked Fanlin.

"I don't know. He's laughing anyway..." Harry shook his head. "A lot of people, they're at a party, maybe..."

"Something good has happened," Harry muttered, shaking, looking as terrible as when he saw Mr. Weasley attacked. "Some of the things he wanted, it seems that he has done it. Cheer Victory... "

When they had just returned to Gryffindor's dressing room, Harry said these words, which came out of Harry's mouth like a stranger, but he knew it was true.He breathed deeply, hoping not to vomit next to Vaseline. He was glad that no one else had found out this time.

"I was going to come over and examine you," whispered Vaseline, helping Harry get up. "After Professor Snape looks at your mind, your defense ability will be very low. At this time, I think we need to do something else. I think the long run may help you, won't it?"

Van Lin tried to ask, but the boy in front of him obviously had no interest in running at night. When he helped Harry to bed, van Lin looked at Harry sympathetically. Harry nodded in disbelief and lay on the pillow.

That night, Harry often fell to the ground and felt pain. Harry's scar was still in sharp pain, as can be seen from Harry's twisting back and forth.

It doesn't seem that brain sealing will help Harry resist Voldemort's first attack on the mind, and van Lin believes that this will happen in every conscious link.

When Harry was young, Voldemort's soul fragment was accompanied by Harry's body. It is very likely that even Harry himself could not distinguish the things that belonged to him and those belonged to Voldemort.

However, judging from Harry's performance, the training of brain sealing will also bring more information to them, and exhaustion will make their mental defense relax. Just like today, without any warning, Harry is still awake, but he feels Voldemort's situation.

So What made Voldemort so happy in fourteen years?

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