A Boring Chapter

Late at night, a gloomy and terrifying castle stood in the dense forest. Under the cover of darkness, the castle appeared exceptionally quiet. A light flickered on in a room on the eighth floor. A wizard with white hair and a white beard, resembling one from the Middle Ages, was with a dark-haired, blue-eyed boy who looked undeniably evil. They were doing unspeakable things to a diary.

This was from Voldemort's perspective.

The real perspective was:

"Old man, you're left with a 3 and you're still playing the King against me. Do you even know how to play Dou Dizhu? We're on the same team." Horatio felt a sense of helplessness as he looked at the three Queens and a 6 in his hand, while the Flying God across from him threw out four 10s.

Dumbledore chuckled awkwardly, "Speaking of which, aren't we supposed to be studying the diary? Why are we playing cards here?"

Horatio boredly threw his cards onto the table. "It's because the author can't think of anything exciting and is just writing to fill space."

"Ahem, no more jokes. How do you use this thing?" Dumbledore asked, pointing at the diary on the table.

Horatio's spirits immediately lifted. He picked up the diary and pitched it to Dumbledore, "Quibble Group's latest technology, the 'Inferior Map' upgraded version! It contains the Flying God's intelligent AI system and can activate voice mode. Because it was made using Voldemort's soul, it can accurately locate all nearby Horcruxes. It's basically a guide."

To demonstrate the product's authenticity to Dumbledore, Horatio said to the diary, "Little Fei, are you there?"

"I'm here," the Flying God replied.

"Search for all nearby Horcruxes."

"There are two Horcruxes near you." Two icons then appeared on the diary: one of a sleeping little boy, and the other of an ancient, faded silver crown.

"Huh?" Horatio thought Hogwarts only had Harry as a Horcrux. He hadn't expected this pleasant surprise.

"Ravenclaw's Diadem!!" Dumbledore exclaimed, looking at the familiar icon. "Quick, take us to the Diadem."

The Flying God remained motionless.

"You want VIP service without paying? What are you thinking?" Horatio said disdainfully. "Alright, this time it's a free trial. Remember to activate VIP service next time. Little Fei, take us to the Diadem."

The Flying God led them to the Room of Requirement. Horatio exclaimed, "Impossible! I didn't find any diadem here when I was setting up the torture chamber last time. Could it be broken?" He then went to check the diary.

Dumbledore stopped him. "Perhaps you're not opening it the right way."

Dumbledore then thought, I need a place to hide things, and walked past the entrance to the Room of Requirement three times.

The door to the Room of Requirement appeared. Horatio and Dumbledore walked inside. It was a room as large as a cathedral, filled with items from all students who had discovered this secret throughout history.

Horatio seemed to recall something. "Aha! You old scoundrel! No wonder I couldn't find those old man photo albums of yours anywhere last Christmas when I was going to burn them. You hid them all here!" With that, Horatio prepared to unleash Fiendfyre to burn everything inside.

Dumbledore quickly grabbed him and said, "Calm down, calm down. Finding the Diadem is the priority."

The Flying God led them to an old cabinet with bubbling surfaces. On top of the cabinet stood a bust of a freckled wizard, wearing Ravenclaw's Diadem on his head.

"This is it! This familiar soul scent." Horatio jumped, trying to grab the Diadem, but his height and jumping ability seemed far from enough to reach it.

Finding he couldn't reach it, Horatio glanced at Dumbledore, who was chuckling nearby. "What are you still looking at? Hurry up and get that thing down. Let me tell you, this is my spoils of war."

Dumbledore reached out, took down Ravenclaw's Diadem, and handed it to Horatio. Then they left the Room of Requirement and went to the Headmaster's office.

Horatio continued to pitch his diary to Dumbledore. "How is it? Amazing, right? As long as you carry this Inferior Map around the world, you'll find all the Horcruxes eventually. Plus, it supports music playback and dancing to relieve your travel fatigue."

"Come on, Little Fei, give the Headmaster a performance of 'Grand Plan'"

"Singing KTV in the villa, silver dragon fish in the pond..."

Following the music played by the diary, the Flying God began to dance.

Dumbledore was tempted and asked, "How much is it?"

"Not 998, not 9998, just 99998 Galleons and you can take it home."

"Why is it getting more expensive?" Dumbledore asked, confused. He really didn't have that much money right now.

"Just tell me if you want it or not. If you buy now, you get four Avada defensive cannons as a bonus. And we also accept trade-ins now." Horatio then looked at the Sorting Hat.

"Forget the Sorting Hat. How about this?" Dumbledore placed a large silver sword on the table.

Horatio's face darkened. "Headmaster, I'm a ranged player. Are you giving me a big sword so I can cosplay Garen?"

"This is the Gryffindor Sword."

"Yes, yes, yes!" Horatio immediately pounced on the sword like a dog, hugging it tightly.

Finally, Horatio left the Tom Riddle diary, now the Inferior Map, along with four silver blocks on the table. He picked up the Gryffindor Sword and Ravenclaw's Diadem and opened a portal, leaving the Headmaster's office.

"That little brat." Dumbledore looked at the diary and four silver blocks on the table, considering where to use them. "Wait! Where did that little brat open the portal to?"

He vaguely recalled the scene inside the portal just now seemed to be a place piled high with miscellaneous items.

"It's over! My photo albums!!!"

Horatio, carrying several old man photo albums, the Gryffindor Sword, and Ravenclaw's Diadem, arrived at the Slytherin Chamber of Secrets.

"Heh heh heh, with the photo albums, I can control the old man. With the Gryffindor Sword, I can command Professor McGonagall. I can walk sideways through Hogwarts."

[You walk sideways through Hogwarts even without this.] The System quipped.

"True."

Horatio pulled Voldemort's soul out of Ravenclaw's diadem. He hadn't decided what to do with it yet, so he threw it into the lantern to suffer for now.

Then, Horatio placed Ravenclaw's diadem on his head. "Strange? I don't feel anything at all? Could it be that I'm too smart, and the Ravenclaw diadem doesn't provide any boost to me."

[Host, zero multiplied by any number is zero.]

"How dare you say I'm brainless? Come out and fight me one-on-one."

[When you opened the description of this book, you had already defaulted to leaving your brain there.]