Despite some disguise, Roger recognized him at a glance.
...After all, not many people in the entire British wizarding world could use Time Magic.
The residual fluctuations from frequently traveling through past and future using Time Magic were simply too obvious in Roger's eyes.
Through foresight, Roger knew he wasn't here to cause trouble today.
But that didn't stop Roger from giving him a small nod.
The people around them noticed nothing unusual. Wizard 'Tom' was sitting next to Rita Skeeter, who was asking the question, and everyone thought Roger was looking at the questioner.
"Thank you for your answer." After receiving the answer and having something to report back, Rita Skeeter smoothly returned to her seat.
Roger had said a lot, but it all boiled down to one sentence.
No one was to hinder the development of Virtual Reality Technology.
Now that this technology was in British hands, Roger's statement was self-evident.
When an industry flourishes, even the crumbs that fall through the cracks are enough to feed its upstream and downstream participants.
Rita Skeeter personally liked Roger's answer. As a British witch, she naturally felt that any statement that brought more benefits to the British wizarding world was excellent.
After Rita Skeeter sat down, some other people were invited to ask questions.
But they were mostly asking about miscellaneous matters.
For example, whether the price of the Virtual Reality client would increase in the future, and how to judge if someone committed a crime using Virtual Reality.
And whether intelligent virtual life would be born in Virtual Reality.
"Regarding the price of the client, we will make minor adjustments based on the price of alchemical materials at the time. Generally, there will not be significant fluctuations."
"For matters of crime, please consult the legal department of the Ministry of Magic. If it is abroad, consult the local Ministry of Magic."
"Virtual life, I can only say that in the world of magic, anything is possible..."
The press conference gradually approached its end with Roger's repeated Q&A.
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"The American Ministry of Magic should have some interesting reactions."
From opening to closing, the entire press conference lasted just over an hour, which wasn't long.
But the amount of information revealed was substantial.
After listening to the entire session, Wizard Tom muttered in a low voice, his eyes showing a hint of anticipation.
The worlds of Muggles and wizards, though seemingly separate, were actually closely connected.
With the end of the Cold War and the fall of the giants, America had become the world's sole superpower.
A new order of one superpower and multiple strong nations was about to become the new world order.
America had gained significant benefits from the collapse of the Soviet Union, and the Ministry of Magic certainly wouldn't stand idly by.
As a rising force in the magical world, the Ministry of Magic was currently at its peak!
But with the release of Roger's Virtual Reality Technology, this upward momentum was likely to hit a wall.
The benefits and power positions in the entire wizarding world were limited; if one side gained more, the other side would have less.
After toiling for so many years, they were finally about to break through. How could they tolerate returning to their previous positions?
Facing this situation, the American Ministry of Magic could not remain silent; they would definitely react.
At that time...
"Hmm?" Rita Skeeter turned to look at Tom.
She hadn't clearly heard Tom's low murmur, but the faint sound reminded her not to forget the main course.
The press release about the press conference was a duty for the Daily Prophet, and it was a task assigned by the highest leadership.
It was a job where there wasn't much profit for doing it well, but a definite punishment for messing it up.
Doing a perfunctory job would suffice.
In comparison, Wizard Tom was her 'main course.' If she could extract some interesting news scoops from him, it would be all her gain.
"Mr. Tom, the press conference is over. I know a nice restaurant in Diagon Alley, are you interested..."
Before Rita Skeeter could finish, Tom waved his hand.
Clearly, he had no interest in chatting more with this woman who held little value for him.
It was fine to exchange a few words on the way when they met, but he had no interest in letting her waste his time.
Tom left directly, showing no courtesy.
This made Rita Skeeter frown deeply.
To be fair, her personal appearance was quite good. Teenagers of seventeen or eighteen might not be interested, but most men around thirty found her very attractive.
She wasn't in a good mood, being so completely ignored.
At that moment, she suddenly remembered something and looked at the small satchel at her waist.
In the wizarding world, some items enchanted with the Undetectable Extension Charm, though appearing small, contained vast amounts of space within.
After Rita Skeeter had taken out her self-aware magical quill, she had quietly placed it inside, allowing it to automatically record everything around her.
Now, as she took out her notebook, a smile curved her lips.
Heh, if you won't give me face, don't blame me.
She was going to give this young wizard a little shock of wizarding journalism!
Wizard Tom had no idea what the woman he'd just met was planning, but even if he did, he probably wouldn't have cared much.
In his early days, when he was doing big things, there had been plenty of nasty public opinion.
No matter how she twisted the facts, how far could she twist them? He walked through the winding internal corridors of the Ministry of Magic and returned to his familiar room.
An old man with white hair and an unremarkable middle-aged man were waiting for him there.
"How was it? What are your thoughts?" the white-haired old man asked with a smile.
"Quite interesting, but it was missing something," Wizard Tom replied truthfully.
"Oh?" The unremarkable middle-aged man raised an eyebrow.
"What do you mean?"
But Wizard Tom didn't answer directly. Instead, he extended his hand.
However, after a glance, the middle-aged man dodged.
Wizard Tom chuckled lightly, "Heh heh."
"If you can understand everything in my mind through our mental connection, why are you resisting so much?"
"We are one, are we not?"
Wizard Tom's expression became a half-smile, his eyes holding a strange glint.
"...Don't forget our latest plan. Don't try anything with me."
"Hmph, you've grown weak, Voldemort!" Wizard Tom said in a deep voice.
The middle-aged man remained silent.
That seemingly unremarkable middle-aged man was none other than the Dark Lord, disguised!
Wizard Tom?
In a sense, he was also the Dark Lord, but not entirely.
He was the Diary, Voldemort's Horcrux.
Now, he had finally obtained his own body!
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