The quill pen of yesterday becomes the AI assistant of today. In the original scene, Harry writes "My name is Harry Potter" and Tom Riddle's diary responds. Now it's ChatGPT introducing itself instead - completing the perfect metaphor for modern programming.
Ten years ago we'd spend hours debugging regex. Now we just ask an AI to write it. Magic? Maybe. But like Tom Riddle's diary, I can't help wondering what part of our soul we're trading for this convenience.
Remember when we had to actually understand how things worked? Those were dark times. Terrible, yes... but great.