In fact, the common room is always filled with excited shouts and laughter, and Fred and George demonstrate the latest new Weasley Joke Workshop.

"Headless hats!" George exclaimed as Fred looked at the other students with a hat with pink feathers, "Now, two copper nates each, watch Fred!"

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

Some of the girls screamed, but others laughed and roared.

"Once again!" called George, Fred's hand groping in the thin air on his shoulder, and as Fred's hand removed his hat, his head appeared.

"How did those hats come to be?" Hermione said, taking a break from her homework and looking at Fred and George up close.

"I mean, obviously, it was some kind of vanishing spell, but he had been cleverly and extensively extended to other magical objects, and I don't think the spell would last long. Van Lin glanced at it and said, "Or maybe it's a solidified illusion spell, I'm more inclined to the latter, it's safer." ”

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

If you are faced with such a heavy workload alone, and your friends are doing something else next to you, I believe that no matter who you are, 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 back in.

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

When Harry and Ron reached into their bags, they exchanged glances, came up with a plan, and tentatively opened it.

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

......

Well, it doesn't seem quite Hermione's style, but big idiot......

"That's what you wrote?" asked Ron, squealing.

"It's vivid, isn't it? it's a good reminder of ......," Hermione said nonchalantly.

Whether the two of them wanted it or not, the words were there anyway, and Van Lin found that Hermione was getting stronger and stronger, and it seemed that she had completely mastered the means of subduing the trio.

When Harry scribbled Umbridge's homework, it was like treating the book as Umbridge, and the tip of the pen swiped over one by one...... Hermione, on the other hand, looked dutifully at him.

"I think I'm going to sleep," Harry said, filling out his homework plan and stuffing it into his bag, focusing on throwing it into the fireplace when he could.

Harry made his way through the common room, dodging George, the man who had tried to put on his "headless hat", and made his way up the quiet and cool stone staircase to the boys' dormitory.

Once again he felt that he was sick, as he had the vision of a snake at night, but he thought that he would be able to lie down and sleep for a long time at once, after which he would become normal.

Harry opened the door to the dormitory and stepped inside. His head ached violently, and he thought someone must have put the blade on top of his head. He didn't know where he was, if he was standing or lying, and he didn't even know his own name. Crazy laughter rang in his ears, and he was happier than he had been in a long time. Cheers, joy, victory. An exciting thing happened.

"Harry, Harry?" someone hit him around his face, and silly laughter was often punctuated by cries of pain. Joy was pouring out of him as laughter continued. He opened his eyes, and as he did, he clearly understood that the savage laughter was coming from his own mouth.

It was a moment of comprehension as it faded, and Harry lay panting on the ground, staring at the ceiling, the scar on his forehead throbbing violently. Van Lin was bending down to look at him, a hand on Harry's shoulder.

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

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

"He's really happy, really very happy. ”

"Do you mean Voldemort?" Van Lin asked puzzled, in his impression, the word happy happened to Voldemort, which made him feel the kind of pleasure similar to perverted.

There can be no doubt that emptying all the superfluous emotions can still bring pleasure to Voldemort, in addition to blood, that is, strength.

"What's the situation?" asked Van Lin.

"I don't know, he's laughing anyway......" Harry shook his head, "a lot of people, they're partying, maybe ......"

"Something good has happened," Harry muttered, shaking as he looked as terrible as he had been after seeing Mr. Weasley attacked. "Something he hoped for, he seemed to have done, cheered...... Victory ......"

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

He took a deep breath, hoping not to vomit beside Van Lin. He was glad that no one else had found out this time.

"I was going to come over and check on you," Van Lin whispered, helping Harry to his feet. "After Professor Snape examines your mind, your defenses will be low, and that's when I think we need to do something else, and I think a long run might help you, won't it?"

Van Lin tried to ask, but the boy in front of him was clearly not interested in running at night, and when he helped Harry to the bed, Van Lin looked at Harry with some sympathy. Harry nodded incredulously and lay down on the pillow.

That night, Harry often fell to the ground and felt pain. Harry's scar still hurt violently, as could be seen from the way Harry writhed back and forth.

Occlumency did not appear to have helped Harry resist Voldemort's first psychic attack, and Van Lynn believed that this would happen in every link of consciousness.

When Harry was a child, the fragments of Voldemort's soul were attached to Harry's body, and it is very likely that even Harry himself could not tell which things belonged to him and which belonged to Voldemort.

However, judging by Harry's performance, the Occlumency training will also give them more information, and the exhaustion will make their mental defenses relax somewhat, as today, without warning, Harry is still awake, and he feels Voldemort's situation.

So...... What made Voldemort so happy in fourteen years?