Harry Potter: Charlie's Candy Factory

Chapter 226 Tom Riddle's Notes
After everything was settled properly, and after bidding farewell to the grateful Dobby, Dulu and the other elves, Charlie, who couldn't wait, turned into a ray of light and disappeared in place.

When he returned to the office accompanied by the "crackling" electric shock, Russell had disappeared.And the box that I was concerned about was suddenly in the center of the office carpet, lying motionless, as if waiting for Charlie to arrive.

"great……"

Excited light bloomed in his eyes, Wei Yang muttered to himself, but his movements did not stop at all, he walked quickly to the box, bent down to observe carefully.

"Chuck..."

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

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

In the next second, there was a soft sound of "Peng!", and a flame with a few bluish rays of light blazed from his palm, and through the gap between his fingers, the tongue of flame was spitting out violently.Even the surrounding air seemed to be instantly distorted by the terrifying temperature emanating from it.

Just a few seconds later, the iron lock was burned red, and the dazzling light was released from the inside out, like a small sun, which was being tightly held by Charlie.

Seeing that it was almost done, Charlie exerted a slight force on his wrist, and only heard a "click", and the iron lock, which had long been unbearable, was completely broken by it, officially ending its hard work for more than ten years......

"Bah..."

The lock, which was still burning hot one second, was torn off, and then cooled and condensed in the next second, accompanied by white steam billowing out, completely reduced to a piece of scrap iron.

Throwing it aside without paying any attention to it, Charlie finally opened the box slowly and set his eyes on it, trying to find some "interesting" things.

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

Just looking at the past, Charlie's heart couldn't help beating violently.

The meeting minutes, list, and data and reports of the Death Eaters used in various black magic experiments... Inside the box, densely packed documents and papers are stacked together, almost listing 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 are really revealed, it will probably cause another huge shock to the British magic world.

And Lucius chose to give him the nomination certificate without reservation. Even Charlie himself felt that the weight was scary for a while.

Even after careful searching, even Voldemort himself could find a wealth of detailed notes on his experience and research on customary magic.

You must know that although he has turned himself into a human and ghost through black magic, when it comes to the power of magic, even Charlie Blake, who is also a genius, has to give real affirmation on this point .

And as the notes that he personally sorted out, their preciousness is naturally unparalleled.

Carefully flipping through the paper in his hand, which was neatly written with densely packed small characters, Charlie couldn't help being overjoyed.As the two said not long ago when they dueled in the Forbidden Forest, what Charlie lacked compared to Voldemort was decades of experience.

But now, this notebook from Voldemort's hands can just help him fill in this deficiency!

Moreover, comprehending the experience left by Voldemort is equivalent to studying him carefully from the inside to the outside.

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

This probably has the meaning of learning from the barbarians to control the barbarians...

Suddenly, an inexplicable idea came out of his brain... Maybe, if Headmaster Albus Dumbledore really agreed to his request back then, Voldemort could really become an excellent Defense Against the Dark Arts class professor.

Charlie shook his head, suppressing the unreasonable associations in his heart.The red light on the ring on the finger flashed, and it was stored in the storage space, waiting for free time before studying it seriously.

As for now... His eyes fell on the pile of "treasures" again.

…………

"This is…………"

Suddenly, just as Charlie was flipping through Voldemort's relics with great interest, an ordinary-looking notebook that was 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 is so ordinary that it is no different from a notebook that can be bought for three pounds in any shop in the Muggle world.

However, such a thing can be placed in the same box with so many top-secret materials inside the Death Eaters organization. If it is said that there is nothing unusual about it, Charlie will never believe it.

With this in mind, he slowly reached out and picked up the notebook at the bottom of the box.

It seems that because it has been stored for too long, the cover on the outside of the notebook is even glued to the bottom of the box, slightly hindering Charlie's movements.

But with an inaudible "stab" sound, the notebook was finally taken out and came to Charlie.

Opening some kind of cheap black leather book cover, revealing the title page.A name written with familiar notes suddenly reflected in his frame.

"Tom Riddle..."

Muttering this strange but familiar name in a low voice, Charlie's expression gradually became complicated. The dusty memories of his previous life more than 30 years ago came back into his mind like sea water, which also called him finally I remembered the source of this notebook in my hand.

After a while, a subtle smile bloomed from the corner of his mouth.The hand holding the notebook suddenly gained some strength, causing the fingers to leave a not deep and not shallow dent on the cheap artificial leather cover.

"I seem to be picking you up again, my dear Tom."

(End of this chapter)