Harry Potter: Charlie and the Candy Factory

After everything was arranged properly, and after bidding farewell to the grateful Dobby, Duru and the other elves, Charlie, who had already been impatient, immediately transformed into a ray of light and disappeared directly from the spot.

When he returned to the office accompanied by the sound of "crackling" electricity, Russell had disappeared. And the box he was paying attention to was suddenly in the center of the office carpet, placed motionless, as if in the middle of the office carpet.

Waiting for Charlie's arrival.

"Great..."

His eyes shone with excitement, and he murmured slightly, but his movements did not stop at all. He quickly walked to the box and leaned down to take a closer look.

"Changlang..."

On the box, the long-rusted lock hit the iron sheet covering the wooden box, making a dull and decaying sound.

Charlie raised his eyebrows without much hesitation. After a brief inspection and found no hidden curse, he raised his hand and gently held the lock.

The next second, there was a soft sound of "Peng!", and a flame with a few rays of light blue light burned blazingly from his palm, spitting out tongues of fire through the gaps between his fingers. Even if it was

The surrounding air seemed to be instantly distorted by the terrifying temperature emanating from it.

After just a few seconds, the iron lock was burned red, and dazzling light was released from the inside out, like a small sun, which was being held tightly in Charlie's hand.

After seeing that it was almost done, Charlie exerted a little force on his wrist, and with a "click" sound, the iron lock that had long been unable to bear was completely broken by it, officially ending its more than ten years of hard work...

"Bah......"

The lock that was still burning hot one second after it was pulled off, cooled and condensed the next second, with white steam billowing out, and it was completely reduced to a piece of scrap metal.

Throwing it aside without paying much attention to it, Charlie finally slowly opened the box and put his eyes into it, hoping to find some "interesting" things.

As Voldemort's most trusted right-hand man, the items that Voldemort specially placed in his home were naturally not insignificant items.

With just one glance, Charlie's heart couldn't help but beat violently.

Death Eater meeting minutes, lists, as well as data and reports that have been used in various dark magic experiments... Inside the box, densely packed documents and papers are stacked together, listing almost all the records from the rise of Voldemort to his annihilation.

Looking at the impressive names on it, Charlie sighed in his heart. If the contents of this box were really exposed, I am afraid it would be a huge shock to the British wizarding world.

And Lucius chose to hand over his letter of surrender to him without reservation. Even Charlie himself felt that the weight was terrifying for a moment.

After careful searching, even Voldemort's own experience and research on conventional magic can be found with rich and detailed notes.

You know, even though he has turned himself into a human and a ghost through black magic, when it comes to the power of magical attainments, even Charlie Black, who is also a genius, has to give practical recognition on this point.

.

And as the notes he personally compiled, their preciousness is naturally unparalleled.

Carefully flipping through the paper in his hand, which was filled with neatly written notes, Charlie couldn't help but feel a burst of joy. As the two said during the duel in the Forbidden Forest not long ago, compared to Voldemort, what Charlie lacked was decades of experience.

experience.

However, now, this notebook written by Voldemort can help him fill in some of the gaps!

Moreover, understanding the insights left behind by Voldemort is equivalent to studying him carefully from the inside out.

If this is the case, when the two of them fight here next time, wouldn't Charlie be able to bring a big "surprise" to the other party?

This probably means learning from the barbarians and developing skills to defeat the barbarians...

Suddenly, an inexplicable idea popped up in his mind... Perhaps, if Principal Albus Dumbledore really agreed to his request, Voldemort could really become an excellent Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

professor.

Charlie shook his head and suppressed the unreasonable associations in his heart. The ring on his finger flashed red, and he put it into the storage space, waiting to study it carefully when he was free.

As for now...his eyes fell on this pile of "treasures" again.

…………

"This is…………"

Suddenly, while Charlie was flipping through Voldemort's relics with great interest, an ordinary-looking notebook placed at the bottom attracted Charlie's attention.

The reason why I was attracted to him was not because it was so special, or because there were any unusual magical fluctuations floating on it. On the contrary... This notebook was so ordinary, so ordinary that it was just like any other notebook in the Muggle world.

Notebooks you can buy in the shop for three pounds don't make any difference.

However, such a thing can be placed in the same box as so many top-secret information within the Death Eater organization. If there is nothing strange about it, Charlie will never believe it.

With this thought in mind, he slowly stretched out his hand and gently picked up the notebook at the bottom of the box.

It seems that because it has been stored for too long, the outer cover of the notebook is even stuck to the bottom of the box, which slightly hinders Charlie's movements.

But with a "sting" sound that was too subtle to be heard, the notebook was finally taken out and came to Charlie.

He opened the cover of some kind of cheap black leather book and revealed the title page. A name written in familiar notes suddenly appeared on his edge.

"Tom Riddle..."

As he murmured this strange yet familiar name in a low voice, Charlie's expression began to gradually become complicated. The memories that had been dusted in the previous life more than thirty years ago came back to his mind like sea water, also known as

He finally remembered the origin of the notebook in his hand.

After a while, a subtle smile bloomed from the corner of his mouth. The hand holding the notebook suddenly gained a little more strength, causing the fingers to leave a mark on the cheap artificial leather cover that was neither deep nor shallow.

of dents.

"You seem to be under my control again, my dear Tom."

(End of chapter)