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After a few days, the end of September finally arrived and the month of October began.
September was a month in which I managed to complete some tasks on my list, which was very good for me, which is why I intend to start this month of October by completing other tasks, starting with the easiest one, which is to get the Vanishing Cabinet that is here at Hogwarts.
I guess I don't need to explain the importance of this cabinet, both to help me in the present and to prevent something bad from happening in the future.
With all this planned, I started to head to the place I remember seeing the cabinet on my first expedition into the castle.
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Finding and getting the cabinet was not difficult at all, I just had to levitate it to an abandoned classroom and there I put the cabinet in my suitcase.
The only difficult thing was trying to find a way for no one to notice that the cabinet was gone, even though I thought no one would miss it.
But I managed to think of a way to solve this little problem. I just had to frame Peeves, and then if anyone noticed the cabinet was missing, they'd think it was him.
The only thing left is for me to think of a way to get the Vanishing Cabinet from Borgin and Burkes on Knockturn Alley.
I can't just walk into one of the darkest and most obscure places in the wizarding world, where various dark wizards and criminals do their business, being a sophomore.
'Maybe I'll use an Aging Potion to help me with this' I thought, scratching my chin.
"Well, that aside, I think now I just need to complete today's second objective, which is probably the most important" I told myself.
With that said, I started to head to the castle site that I've come to occupy as my own base of operations, the Room of Requirement.
But I was going to use a specific room from the Room of Requirement, the Room of Hidden Things.
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-Room of Requirement - Room of Hidden Things-
"Well, I guess it won't take long for me to find that, right?" I asked aloud, looking at the mountains of stuff in the Room of Hidden Things.
As far as my eyes could see, there were piles of old, used, and broken things, and piles of things that were probably important to someone.
"Now that I think about it, I have to think of a way to get the Sword of Gryffindor," I muttered, with some plans running through my mind.
I started to think about how I could convince or trick the Sorting Hat into allowing me to take the sword out of him, or at least try to. Obviously every plan that came to my mind had many flaws, and the most obvious of which was that I couldn't tell Sorting Hat my reasons for wanting the sword, nor how I knew the sword was in it.
But changing the subject, I think it's pretty obvious why I came to Room of Hidden Things and what I intend to do here. I came here to complete the little puzzle left by Riddle, an annoying and vile little puzzle.
So far I have Riddle's diary, and today I was planning to get the Ravenclaw Diadem, and with the diadem in my hands, I would only need to get the other 5 Horcruxes.
"Sigh... Let's get started then" I said to myself, stretching a little, "I just need to feel the diadem's dark magic. I've already memorized the diary magic so it should be easy" I said.
Focusing and using all my senses to the best of my abilities, I started to feel the magic of the environment like radar, trying to find the diadem.
The room might have been large, but I didn't have to look long, as I already had an idea of where the diadem was from remembering its appearances in the sixth and seventh books.
When I got to the spot where I felt the Horcrux's dark magic, I almost stumbled backwards.
'Damn, the dark and corrupted magic of the diadem is greater than that of the diary' I realized, gritting my teeth.
Until today I haven't gotten used to the reaction my body and my senses have when approaching some magic that they consider bad.
The strange thing is that this never happened to me when Voldemort himself was around, so I can only assume that Quirrell's body was containing his magic, or my Beast Power has gotten stronger since that time.
Approaching the location of the diadem, I saw that it was on top of a pile of books, inside a jewelry box, and looking at it I realized that the Ravenclaw Diadem is as beautiful as I had hoped.
The diadem was made of silver, and on the front of the diadem was a bright blue oval jewel, which together with the diadem made it look noble and ornamental.
Even the cobwebs and dust could not hide the beauty of the diadem, and the only thing that tarnished this beautiful relic was the vile magic that was emanating from it.
"Damn Riddle," I muttered, not being able to look at the diadem for long, even though I wanted to analyze the other magic in the tiara.
'Probably this is the magic of the diadem itself or Rowena Ravenclaw's own' I deduced, taking my shrunken suitcase that was attached to the chain around my neck and placing it on the floor, 'It doesn't matter whose or what that magic is, the only thing that I know is that Riddle has corrupted her'
Ignoring my urge to punch Riddle until he was unrecognizable even with that snake-like face, I opened my suitcase already in its safe compartment.
Looking at the diadem in the jewelry box, I reached out my hand to take it, but when I was almost touching the diadem my body froze, refusing to answer me.
'What the fuck is going on?' I thought, sensing my magic was a little out of control, and by the second it was getting worse.
Unbeknownst to me, my canines sharpened, and my nails grew like claws. My hair got messier and wilder, and the pupils of my eyes became slit-shaped, also taking on an amber and silver glow.
My body also started to shake, and just when I thought I was about to magic combustion, my body relaxed, and I nearly fell to the floor breathing heavily, reverting to my normal features.
"Gasp! What... the... Fuck!?" I said, trying to control my breathing and my body, which was still shaking.
This feeling was almost the same as when I had that strange dream, only at the same time it was different.
'What the hell is happening to me?' I asked myself mentally, sitting on the floor.
I then closed my eyes and started shutting down my senses, trying to calm down.
After feeling that I was okay again, I slowly stood up, looking carefully and warily at the diadem.
'When Harry took the diadem in his hands nothing like that happened to him' I thought, looking at my own hands and the diadem with my Magic Vision on.
I then took a deep breath, and in total seriousness I again reached out for the diadem.
Seeing that I was only inches from the diadem and nothing had happened, I went and got it.
"Weird," I muttered, not noticing anything different about the diadem or myself.
With the diadem in my hand, I looked at the item one last time before putting it away with the diary, not wanting to hold this Horcrux any longer.
'I have to thank Riddle's lack of time and arrogance, as it made him not put any dangerous magical protection on the diadem, unlike the ring and locket' I thought, happy and relieved.
"Well then, I guess there are only two things left for me to do before the end of this school year, which is to get rid of Lockhart and also find a way to kill the basilisk," I said, putting my suitcase away again.
"But I also have to find out what happened to me" I muttered, looking down at my hand as I opened and closed it, "Actually, now I want to break something" I closed my hand tightly.
End.
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(End AN: FPS games are a lot of fun to play, but at the same time it's stressful.
I hate getting into a match where there is a cheater or a Pro who is using a fake account.
It's hard enough to win a match when my hand-eye coordination is bad and my aim is even worse.
Maybe I should go back to good old Minecraft.)
