HP Magic Biography

In fact, the common room was always full of excited yells and laughter; Fred and George were demonstrating the latest addition to the Weasley Joke Workshop.

Headless hat! cried George, as Fred looked at the other students wearing a hat with a pink feather. Now, two copper nats each, and watch Fred!

Fred put his hat on his head, looking very happy. A second later, he looks rather silly, with the hat and head gone.

Some of the girls were screaming, but others were laughing and growling.

Done again! cried George, and Fred's hand groped in the thin air on his shoulder, so that 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, that was using some kind of disappearing spell, but he has been extended to other magical objects intelligently and extensively. I don't think this spell will last long. Fan Lin glanced at it. Said, Or the solidified illusion spell, I prefer the latter, which is safer.

Harry didn't answer, he felt sick, and looked a little sluggish.

If you face such a heavy homework alone, and your friends are doing other things, I believe that no matter who it is, the mood will not be beautiful.

I have to do this tomorrow, Harry murmured, putting the book he had just taken out of his bag back into.

Okay, put that in your homework schedule! said Hermione encouragingly, so you don't forget!

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

Don't leave that until it's too late, you big fool!

...

Well, that doesn't seem very Hermione's style, but big idiot...

Is that what you wrote? Ron asked strangely.

It's very vivid, isn't it? It can remind you very well... Hermione said nonchalantly.

Whether the two of them are willing or not, anyway, the words are there. Fan Lin found that Hermione became more and more powerful, and seemed to have completely mastered the means to subdue the three of them.

When Harry scribbled Umbridge's homework, it was almost as if he was Umbridge in the book, scribbling with the tip of the pen one by one... and Hermione watched him dutifully.

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

Harry walked across the common room, dodged George, who was trying to put the 'headless hat' on him, and walked down the quiet, cool stone staircase to the boys' dormitories.

He felt sick again, as he had visions of snakes at night, but he figured he'd be able to lie down and sleep for a long time, and then he'd be normal.

Harry opened the door to the dormitory and stepped in. His head was throbbing and he thought someone must have put a blade in the 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 rings in his ears, and he's happier than he's been in a long time. Cheers, joy, victory. An exciting thing happened.

Harry? Harry? Someone was hitting him around the face, and the goofy laughter was often interrupted by cries of pain. Joy was pouring out of him profusely, while the laughter continued. He opened his eyes, and as he did so, he knew clearly that the savage laughter was coming from his own mouth.

At that moment he understood,

It faded away; 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, with one hand on Harry's shoulder.

What happened? Fan Lin asked.

I...don't know. Harry gasped, standing up again.

He's really happy, really very happy.

Are you talking about Voldemort? Fan Lin asked inexplicably. In his impression, the word happy happened to Voldemort, and it was nothing more than making him feel a kind of perverted pleasure.

It cannot be doubted that the thing that can bring pleasure to Voldemort by emptying out all the redundant emotions is strength besides the blood.

What's the situation? Fan Lin asked.

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

Something good has happened, Harry murmured, shaking, looking as horrified as he had been after being attacked after seeing Mr. Weasley. Something he wished for, and it looks like he's got it, cheers... Victory...

Harry had said those words when they had just returned to the Gryffindor dressing room, and the words came out of Harry's mouth like a stranger's, yet he knew it was true.

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

I was supposed to come over to check on you, Fan Lin whispered, helping Harry stand up. After Professor Snape's inspection of your mind, your defenses will be very low. At this time, I think we need to do something else. I think long-distance running may help you, doesn't it?

Fan Lin 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, Fan Lin looked at Harry sympathetically. Harry nodded incredulously, and sank back on the pillow.

Often that night, Harry fell to the ground and was in pain. Harry's scar was still hurting violently, and he could tell from the way Harry twisted back and forth.

It seemed that Occlumency did not help Harry resist Voldemort's first psychic attack, and Van Lin believed that this would happen with every link of consciousness.

When Harry was young, Voldemort's soul fragments accompanied Harry's body. It is very likely that even Harry himself could not tell which things belonged to him and which belonged to Voldemort.

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

So... what had made Voldemort so happy in fourteen years?