I'm the Demon King in Marvel

Unfortunately, the damn random probability is too unreliable. In the past six months, Lin Hao has conducted many "hundred consecutive draws", but nothing valuable came out.

"Go ahead and do whatever you want." Lin Hao, who had already become a Buddhist, had no hope for the outcome.

His cheat is of the type that can turn you into a god the moment you open it after not opening it for three years.

If he could get Pangu Axe and Jade Disc of Creation, the plug-in would allow Lin Hao to directly master the characteristics and energy. It would be an "omniscient and omnipotent" plug-in, but it lacks samples.

By then, even if one axe doesn't destroy eternity, at least we will be able to compete with each other.

So Lin Hao could only go for quantity, hoping to draw more miracles.

After a while, the little devil brought back a lot of things, and Lin Hao began to count them.

"Whoa, whoa..."

"If you haven't had enough fun, wait a few more days. Your frequency now is much faster than before." Lin Hao buried his head in packing his things and reached out to push the little devil aside.

Suddenly, a black leather notebook appeared among the pile of gold, stone and jade artifacts.

"Another notebook?" Lin Hao became interested and reached out to pick it up.

He got the information instantly, smiled, and praised the little devil generously: "Finally, you got back something useful."

"Bring out the parchment."

Following the instructions, the little devil immediately pulled out a piece of yellowed parchment from his spherical body.

"Use a fork to poke a hole in the notebook. Don't poke too deep, just enough to make it bleed." Lin Hao reminded.

Lin Hao couldn't use the little devil's fork, otherwise it would have become a weapon in his hand to harm people.

But it doesn't matter. No one else can see the little devil anyway, and it's more fun to use it against people than to use it himself.

The little devil then raised his fork and stabbed the black notebook.

The seemingly ordinary notebook actually bled.

After the bleeding, Lin Hao covered the parchment with the notebook with his backhand.

The contract is reached.

"Tom Marvolo Riddle, come out!"

Lin Hao put on the red gloves from the world of Death and slapped the black notebook.

A young figure was captured in the photo, wearing a black hooded robe, slightly curly hair, a three-dimensional face, and brown eyes with a hint of light blue.

The most important thing is that his nose is still there.

From the world of Harry Potter, Tom's notebook.

"Hehehe..." The little devil added the details.

Lucius Malfoy was trying to sneak this notebook into Ginny Weasley's cauldron in Knockturn Alley when he was intercepted by the Imp.

"You are... my master?" Voldemort, who had a nose, was confused: "When did I have a master..."

It was clearly he who handed the notebook to the servant and asked the servant to throw it to the "savior" when the time was right so that he could obtain the enemy's blood for resurrection.

How did I suddenly come here, and why did I have an extra owner for no apparent reason?

Unfortunately, the contract had been made, and no matter how unwilling Voldemort was, he was powerless to resist the fact.

"The bones of relatives, the flesh of servants, the blood of enemies..." Lin Hao frowned slightly: "I don't have any of these!"

"No, if you use dark magic to revive, you'll look like a villain."

The notebook is one of Voldemort's Horcruxes, hiding a part of his soul, which contains memories and magic.

The moment he touched the notebook, Lin Hao obtained Voldemort's memory and this part of magic power, which was equivalent to learning Voldemort's magic.

The magic in the world of Harry Potter relies on learning and research just like knowledge. The magic power comes from the blood of wizards or is innate in magical creatures and can be improved through learning.

Unlike Marvel's magicians, they need to borrow high-interest loans from dimensional demons.

Although there is a strong "bloodline theory", it is at least a kind of magic that can make you stronger by relying on yourself.

After signing a contract with Voldemort, Lin Hao came up with a new idea.

"It's a bit unfair to only mess with the Americans. It's time for our little brother Europe to get busy too!"

In this case, Director Lin needs a spokesperson.

The "bald and noseless version" of Voldemort has no image value at all, and the "British gentleman version" of Tom Riddle is more deceptive.

Immediately taking a blood sample from the black notebook, Lin Hao began to clone Tom's body.

"How old is this spirit? Give me the exact age."

Tom was no longer able to resist his master's orders and could only submit obediently.

It didn't take long for Tom's embryo to appear.

"Go in, the soul inside has just been born, devour it." Lin Hao ordered.

There are methods involving souls in black magic, otherwise the soul of an ordinary person cannot be integrated into a clone body, just like Ivan Vanko. Lin Hao can only transform him into a spirit body, but cannot let him be reborn in disguise.

The birth of life is one of the most basic rules of the universe. Lin Hao currently knows very little about it and is temporarily unable to touch upon it.

After a moment, Lin Hao used the power of time to adjust the cloned body to the same moment as Tom's young soul, helping him to integrate in as much as possible.

Although it is a clone, it is not the body brought from the mother's womb after all. This is the first time Lin Hao has performed this operation and he doesn't know whether it will be successful.

This time, not only the cloning technology from the One Piece world was used, but also the spirit stabilization technology from the Bleach world.

Anyway, Tom's soul has been contracted by him and is protected by the parchment, so there is no need to worry about it being damaged.

Unlike normal cloned life, it took Tom a long time to slowly open his eyes, with deep fatigue in his pupils.

Through the devil's contract, Lin Hao sensed that there was nothing wrong with Tom's soul, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Very good, you should recover in the nutrient solution first."

Although Tom's soul was successfully integrated into this cloned body, it still felt a bit awkward and needed time to adjust.

Just like an experienced driver driving a new car, it is inevitable to familiarize yourself with the headlights, steering wheel, center console, exhaust pipe, and test the vehicle's waterproof ability...

After finishing these things, Lin Hao left the space connected to the little devil, returned to the underground manor, and called Wanda over.

"I have learned some magic, and now I will teach you step by step."

"Okay!" Wanda smiled sweetly.

Wait, why are you undressing?

The red light hasn’t come on yet!

What would you think if you let the green and yellow lights see it?

you……

Forget it, come here.

After taking a few hours of biology class, Lin Hao started his serious magic class.

Whether Wanda can successfully learn magic from other worlds is the prerequisite for Director Lin’s next plan to be successfully implemented.

"Brother, these magics are great!" Wanda felt the surging magic power in her body and said in surprise, "They are better than what I learned from the bureau before."

“I used to feel like I was using other people’s power, but now it’s all my own power.”

Feeling the surging magic power in Wanda's body, Lin Hao murmured to himself: "What a freak..."

Third update

Chapter 125 Gentleman Voldemort Arrives in England

Westminster, England.

Tom Riddle was walking on the streets of England wearing a well-tailored suit and a black trench coat.

His young and handsome appearance attracted the attention of many women and... men.

It's very British.

Come out of Hyde Park on the east side, walk up Moore Street, and come to the golden sculpture of Queen Victoria in front of Buckingham Palace.

Tom wanted to refuse the following action, but unfortunately his master had already prepared a script for him.

So he took out a short wooden stick from the inner pocket of his black windbreaker, held the stick in his right hand and scratched the ground. The brick and stone layers suddenly surged up, forming a staircase leading to the sky.

"I bought it!"

"Look, what is that?"

"Fuck, is this a super power?"

"Quick, quick, take a picture!"

Buckingham Palace is open to the public, and Protocol Avenue is filled with tourists from all over the world. Such a magical scene naturally attracts a lot of attention.

Soon, the British Internet was in an uproar.

Tom seemed unaware as he stepped onto the stairs that led to the sky, taking each step very slowly and deliberately.

The guards in Buckingham Palace were the first to discover the abnormality, and the news quickly spread among the British high-level officials.

Queen Elizabeth II, who was still in good spirits, received the news. She looked at the tablet lifted for her by an old but capable maid. The magical young man on the screen was walking step by step towards the golden sculpture on the marble base.

In fact, it wasn’t very high. If Tom didn’t walk slowly, he wouldn’t be able to attract enough attention.

"Who is this young man?" the white-haired queen asked the old maid curiously, "What does he want to do?"

The maid could only shake her head helplessly.

As soon as she got the news, she came over and presented the picture to the Queen.

"Your Majesty, the police from Scotland Yard are on the way. Do you want to notify the Prime Minister to dispatch troops?" The leader of the Guards bowed and asked.

"He doesn't look like he has any bad intentions..." But just to be on the safe side, the Queen added: "Let Mr. Harker decide for himself."

"Yes." After responding, the leader of the Royal Guards did not forget to express his loyalty: "I swear to protect your majesty until my death."

At the same time, at 10 Downing Street, Whitehall, several old guys were also gathered in front of the screen watching.