I'm the Demon King in Marvel

After receiving the order from Her Majesty the Queen, Prime Minister Jim Hack thought for a moment before issuing the order: "Mr. Woolley, go inform General Derek to send out troops to guard Buckingham Palace."

The Prime Minister's private secretary, Bernard Woolley, hurried out and picked up the dedicated phone to call the British garrison.

"Sir Appleby, what do you think this young man wants to do?" Jim Hack asked Sir Humphrey Appleby who was sitting on the sofa.

"Compared to what he is going to do, I am more interested in how he got to where he is now," said Sir Appleby with a burning gaze.

Sir Arnold Robinson nodded in agreement.

"Obviously this is not a magic show, so this young man possesses magical powers. Why did he suddenly appear on Moore Street?"

"No matter why he appears, what we should do is to seize him!" Sir Appleby emphasized: "This may be an opportunity to make Britain great again."

No matter how long the road is, there will be a moment when it ends, let alone the fact that true love is not long.

Tom almost reduced his speed to one step every half minute, and he still finished the walk after ten minutes or so.

He came to the golden sculpture with a pair of wings, stared at the sculpture's face for a moment, and suddenly shook his head and sighed, "It doesn't look like it, not at all!"

"What is he talking about?" The white-haired queen looked up at the old maid.

This time the maid was able to answer because she understood lip reading, and Tom spoke with a pure British accent.

"He said 'No, not at all'."

"It doesn't look like it?" The Queen was surprised: "This is the memorial to Queen Victoria... Wait, why did he say it doesn't look like it?"

A possibility came to the queen's mind, but she quickly shook her head to dispel it.

Impossible, this young man looks to be in his twenties at most.

After reciting his lines, Tom waved his wooden staff, animating the floating brick steps and bringing them back to the ground like an elevator.

Ten minutes ago, almost no one saw Tom take out the short staff, but now he was waving the short staff and casting spells in front of the whole world, which naturally shocked everyone.

"Oh my god! Is he... is he... is he a wizard?"

"Yes, he knows magic, and that's the magic wand in his hand!"

"Come over here quickly, I want to be his disciple and learn magic!"

Ever since the emergence of extraordinary figures such as Iron Man, Red Swordsman, and Invincible Oriental, people all over the world have realized that the earth is no longer simple.

Since there is Dongfang Bubai who can split the sky with a sword, why can't there be a wizard who can perform magic?

If I can’t find Dongfang Bubai, can’t I look for a wizard?

Not only ordinary people think so, but British officials also think so.

"Your Excellency Prime Minister, it seems that this is a magical magician. We must have a good relationship with him and make him work for us." Sir Appleby stood up suddenly, extremely excited.

If America represents a straightforward bandit mentality, then Britain's is a bandit mentality disguised as a gentleman, which is somewhat more euphemistic.

Inspector Lestrade of Scotland Yard, who was at the scene, received orders from his superiors and had no choice but to go forward.

"Sir, this gentleman!" Lestrade trotted up to Tom and said with a smile, "Our director would like to invite you for a cup of coffee. I wonder if you are free."

Tom was too lazy to pay attention to him. A small director wanted to talk to him?

The area was surrounded by police officers from Scotland Yard, and in the distance, fully armed British soldiers were arriving late.

Tom did not stop and walked towards the police officers who were on high alert.

"Attention, don't shoot yet!" The chief of Scotland Yard commanded remotely: "See what he can do."

Tom simply took out his wand and pointed it at the crowd, and the Scotland Yard police officers lost their weapons one after another.

The magic wand was waved again, and the police officers on both sides were squeezed together by an unknown force, and even the sturdy police car was squeezed together.

The road suddenly became empty.

Tom walked over calmly.

"Haha, I'm making a lot of money this time!"

Sir Appleby was delighted when he saw what was happening on the screen.

"We need to send a gentleman of status to contact this amazing magician."

"Sir Appleby is right. Why don't you take the trip?" Prime Minister Harker looked at him with a smile.

Sir Appleby took a deep breath, forced a smile, and nodded: "Yes, Prime Minister."

Tom was still strolling when he arrived in front of the British soldiers.

The scene of him easily dealing with the Scotland Yard police officer just now had been seen by the soldiers, and the poor British Army was trembling with fear.

They are invisible people who are not loved by their grandma and uncle, so why should they have to endure all this?

Tom raised his wand again and waved it gently, removing all the weapons from the soldiers' hands.

Just as he was about to crush the armored vehicle, a voice was heard.

"Sir, please show mercy."

Fourth update

Chapter 126 I want to open a magic school

Finally, an important figure came. Tom found this guy in the memory instilled by his master. He was Sir Humphrey Appleby, the Cabinet Secretary, who could talk directly to the Prime Minister.

"What do you want?" Tom began to read the lines according to the script.

"Sir, don't you think this is not a good place to chat?" Sir Appleby smiled warmly, "Why don't we find a quiet place to have afternoon tea?"

"Where to?" Tom looked at him.

Appleby suddenly felt that the pair of young eyes were too deep, full of vicissitudes of life. He was startled and quickly changed the topic: "How is Downing Street?"

"Okay." Tom stepped forward and took Appleby's hand.

In front of hundreds of British soldiers and many tourists in the distance, the two figures suddenly turned into a twisted vortex and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

The next moment, Tom appeared at the door of the Prime Minister's residence with Appleby.

Appleby had a strong desire to vomit, but he was an experienced bureaucrat after all and had long developed strong self-control, so he swallowed back what he was about to vomit.

The guards at the door of the Prime Minister's residence were so scared when they saw the two people suddenly appear that they were about to draw their guns, but Appleby reacted faster.

"Stop, don't neglect our guests!"

The guard recognized Appleby and quickly retreated.

"Sir, please!" Appleby smiled and led Tom to the door: "The Prime Minister is waiting for you."

Jim Hack didn't expect that his old rival would bring the person directly back to Downing Street. He was prepared to let the other party make contact first.

Tom came to the living room, but Huck deliberately came a little later, but with a warm smile on his face, he did not show any contempt for the young face at all.

"Welcome, sir, welcome to Downing Street."

"Tom Riddle." Tom stretched out his hand and gently shook the other's hand. His attitude was perfunctory and not enthusiastic.

Although he felt a little unhappy, Huck still had a smile on his face.

"Mr. Riddle, please take a seat."

The two of them took their seats one after another, and suddenly a lot of people appeared in other seats, all of them were bigwigs from various forces.

No one is stupid. Everyone would be curious when suddenly discovering the existence of a person who looks like a magician.

Even in ordinary times, the sudden appearance of a transcendent on the streets of the capital would be enough to alarm high-ranking officials, not to mention that the world today is not safe at all.

America, on the other side of the ocean, has suffered a series of incidents in the past year or so. The White House has been destroyed twice, making the Bald Eagle extremely anxious and expanding its armaments at all costs.

Since the new century, although Britain has learned to lie down, no one is born a lowly creature, and no one is willing to be a younger brother forever.

They were once the great empire on which the sun never sets!

Almost at the same moment that Tom deliberately appeared in front of Buckingham Palace, British senior officials had the same idea.

We must gain this man's power. This may very well be the chance for Britain to become great again!

"Mr. Riddle, may I ask why you were outside Buckingham Palace just now..." Appleby took the responsibility of master of ceremonies consciously.

"Nothing, I just wanted to see an old friend, but unfortunately he doesn't look like me at all." Tom recited the lines, but the vicissitudes in his eyes were easily captured by the old guys present.

This kind of vicissitudes of life can never appear in young people.

Tom has become Lin Hao's contracted soul, so he can freely control his memory and instill memories of dozens or hundreds of years without any problem.

What's more, Voldemort was a precocious guy. He had always looked like a melancholy king since he was young, so he was very good at playing the role of an old man.

After hearing his words, the old guys present were all surprised.

"So you..." Appleby was incredulous: "You know Her Majesty Queen Victoria?"

"There was an intersection when she was young." Tom continued to read the lines, but he changed it a little and removed the word "wonderful".

What does a great man like Voldemort need from a woman?

Women are not as fun as Nagini!

But these words are enough to make the old guys think about it.

"So you..." Appleby's tone was a little more respectful: "How old are you?"

"I forgot, it was probably more than five hundred years old, maybe five hundred and forty or five hundred and sixty..." Tom shook his head, looking nonchalant.

Fake!

You don’t care about twenty or thirty years of life, but we do!

The old guys present had shining eyes and wanted to eat Tom.

There is a clear message on his face: I also want to live forever!

After placing the bait, Tom sneered in his heart and waited for the other party to ask further questions.

Sure enough, these old guys couldn't help it. Someone immediately jumped out, took away Appleby's job, and asked with a flattering face: "Mr. Riddle, what do you want to do in England again? We can help you do it."

"I..." Tom hesitated for a moment and said what his master wanted: "I want to open a magic school."

There was a buzzing sound everywhere, and the scene was in uproar.