Harry had diligently practiced Occlumency, the mind-sealing art, along with the Meditation Method for years.
His Mental Strength had already reached a considerable level, at least far beyond that of a student. Unfortunately, his magical senses could not perceive his own Soul Projection, so Harry did not know exactly what level his Mental Strength had reached.
However, Ron and Hermione had already formed the beginnings of little golden figures between their brows, while Neville's little golden figure had stood up and was floating behind him, moving along with him. Harry felt that his own Mental Strength should be greater than Neville's.
Therefore, even by the most conservative estimate, his Mental Strength surpassed that of every seventh-year student currently at school.
Moreover, Harry was exceptionally resistant to mental influences. Thus, although the Veela's dance, which clearly affected the mind and soul, had initially worked on him, he soon broke free.
But although Harry had broken free, the others could not.
Hermione and Ginny clung to each other, their eyes so moist they looked ready to drip, yet they still stared fixedly at the Veela. And they were already among the better ones.
Ron and the twins were all pressed against the box's enormous floor-to-ceiling glass, rubbing against it over and over. One of the twins was even jumping repeatedly. If the huge pane of glass had not blocked him, he would definitely have jumped down already.
Neville and Percy were a little better, but their eyes were vacant too, fixed on the Veela who were still dancing.
Even Charlie and Nymphadora looked somewhat dazed. Before Harry, Bill seemed to have been the only one of the younger generation who could remain composed.
Yet what Bill was doing was a hundred times worse than what anyone else was doing. He was holding