Vol 2 Chapter 913: Unbreakable link

In fact, the common room is always filled with excitement and laughter; Fred and George are demonstrating the latest new product of Weasley Joke Workshop.
　　 "Headless hat!" When Fred looked at the other students with a hat with pink feathers, George cried, "Now, two copper nits per person, watch Fred!"
　　 Fred put the hat on his head, looking very happy. After a second, he looked rather silly, his hat and head disappeared.
　　 Some girls screamed, but others laughed and roared.
　　 "Done again!" George cried, and Fred's hand fumbled in the thin air on his shoulder, so when Fred's hand took off the hat, his head appeared.
　　 "How did those hats come true?" Hermione said, separated from the homework, and looked at Fred and George closely.
"I mean, obviously, it used some kind of vanishing spell, but he has been intelligently and widely extended to other magical objects. I don't think this spell will last long." Fanlin glanced at it. Speaking of, "Or a solidified phantom spell, I prefer the latter, which is safer."
　　 Harry didn't answer, he felt that he was sick, and he looked a little wilted.
　　 If you face such a heavy homework alone, and your friends are doing other things beside, I believe that no matter who it is, the mood is not beautiful.
　　 "I have to do this tomorrow," Harry muttered to himself, putting the book he had just taken out of his bag in again.
　　 "Okay, put it in your homework plan!" Hermione said encouragingly, "so you won't forget!"
　　 When Harry and Ron reached into their schoolbags, they exchanged glances, took out the plan, and opened it tentatively.
　　 "Don't leave those too late, you idiot!"
　　……
　　 Well, it doesn’t seem to be like Hermione’s style, but a idiot...
　　 "Is that what you wrote?" Ron asked strangely.
　　 "Isn't it vivid? It reminds you very well..." Hermione said nonchalantly.
　　 Regardless of whether the two of them would like it or not, the words were there anyway, Fanlin found that Hermione had become stronger and stronger, and seemed to have completely mastered the means to subdue the three.
　　 When Harry scribbled down Umbridge's homework, it was like using the book as Umbridge, brushing the nibs one by one...and Hermione looked at him dutifully.
　　 "I think I'm going to bed," Harry said, filling out the homework plan and stuffing it into his bag, focusing on throwing it into the fireplace when he had the opportunity.
　　 Harry walked through the common room and avoided George, the man who tried to put his "headless hat" on him, through the quiet and cool stone stairs, to the boys' dormitory.
　　 He felt that he was sick again, as if he had a snake's vision at night, but he thought that he could lie down and sleep for a long time, after which he became normal.
　　 Harry opened the door of the dormitory and stepped in. His head was hurting violently, and he thought someone must have put the blade on top of his head. He didn't know where he was, whether he was standing or lying down, he didn't even know his own name. Crazy laughter rang in his ears, and he was happier than he had been for a long time. Cheers, joy, victory. An exciting thing happened.
　　 "Harry? Harry?" Someone hit him around his face, and his stupid laughter was often interrupted by painful crying. Joy was streaming out of him in great quantities, while the laughter continued. He opened his eyes, and when he did this, he clearly understood that the savage laughter came from his own mouth.
　　 At that moment he understood, it gradually weakened; Harry lay on the floor panting, staring at the ceiling, the scar on his forehead throbbing violently. Fanlin was bending down to look at him, putting one hand on Harry's shoulder.
　　 "What happened?" Fanlin asked.
　　 "I... don't know." Harry panted and stood up again.
　　 "He is really happy, really very happy."
　　 "Are you talking about Voldemort?" Fanlin asked puzzledly. In his impression, the word happiness happened to Voldemort, nothing more than to make him feel the kind of pleasure similar to the pervert.
　　 It can’t be questioned. What can bring pleasure to Voldemort by emptying out all the extra emotions, besides blood, is power.
　　 "What's the situation?" Fanlin asked.
　　 "I don't know, he is laughing anyway..." Harry shook his head, "A lot of people, they are partying, maybe..."
　　 "Some good things have happened," Harry murmured, shaking, looking as horrible as after seeing Mr. Weasley being attacked. "Some things he wants, it seems he can do it, cheers... victory..."
　　 When they had just returned to the Gryffindor locker room~EbookFREE.me~ Harry said these words, what he said out of Harry’s mouth was like a stranger, but he knew it was true.
　　 He took a deep breath, hoping not to vomit beside Fanlin. He was glad that no one else noticed this time.
　　 "I was going to come over for you to check," Fanlin whispered, helping Harry stand up. "After Professor Snape looks at your mind, your defensive ability will become very low. At this time, I think we need to do something else. I think long-distance running might help you, right?"
　　 Fanlin tried to ask, but the boy in front of him was obviously not interested in running at night. When he helped Harry to the bed, Fanlin looked at Harry sympathetically. Harry nodded unsurely and lay on the pillow.
　　 That night, Harry often fell to the ground and felt pain. Harry's scar was still aching violently, as could be seen from Harry's twisting body.
　　 It seems that Occlumency cannot help Harry resist Voldemort's first mental attack, and Fanlin believes that this will happen in every consciousness link.
　　 When Harry was young, Voldemort's soul fragments were associated with Harry's body. It is very possible that even Harry himself could not tell those things belonged to him, and those belonged to Voldemort.
However, judging from Harry’s performance, Occlumency training will also bring them more information. Exhaustion will relax their mental defenses, just like today, without warning. , Harry was still sober, but he felt Voldemort's situation.
　　 So... In fourteen years, what has made Voldemort so happy?