I'm the Demon King in Marvel

"Dear Mr. Peter Parker." Peter picked up the letter and found these words on the front of the envelope.

Then look at the back. The fold is covered with red wax clay, on which is printed a badge pattern. On the top is a knight's helmet. The main body has four animals: a lion, a snake, a badger, and an eagle. There is a capital "H" between the four animals.

"Oh my god!" Peter suddenly shouted, "This is the admission letter from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry!"

Britain's promotion of the magic school is not limited to the Christmas Eve event. As early as when Tom Riddle showed up in Britain and announced his intention to set up a magic school at 10 Downing Street, Britain had already launched a massive promotion. After getting the exact name of Hogwarts from Tom, Britain updated all the information about the magic school every day.

Reuters and the BBC have long understood how to use traffic and continue to dominate the top of the global information network.

So almost all children of the right age around the world know that there is such a magic school that is about to open and recruit students.

It was not until Christmas Eve that the British side released the template of the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry admission invitation letter and announced that the invitation letter had been sent out. Since then, children all over the world have been looking forward to the magical school of magic to send the invitation letter to their homes.

Many children around the world have begun searching through boxes and cabinets at home, fearing that they have missed something.

Compared with other enthusiastic children, Peter is much calmer, with a feeling of "if I get it, I'm lucky, if I lose it, I'm doomed". He imagines a future with a technological career like Iron Man, striving to get a full scholarship from MIT.

But this doesn't mean that he wasn't excited when he actually received the letter. After all, which child doesn't have these wonderful fantasies?

"Aunt Mei, Aunt Mei!"

Peter, wearing a loose Christmas suit and ill-fitting leather boots, ran to Aunt May excitedly, raised the admission invitation letter in his hand, and said happily: "I received an admission invitation letter from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry!"

Aunt Mei was stunned at first, then looked at the envelope in front of her, recalled what had just been played on TV, then she opened her mouth slightly and covered it lightly with her hand.

"Oh my god! Did you really receive it?"

"Yes!" Peter pointed excitedly at the old Christmas tree he had picked up and said with a smile, "What I found under the Christmas tree must be a gift from Santa Claus."

"Silly boy, Christmas Eve is tomorrow and Santa Claus hasn't started work yet." Aunt May touched Peter's little head and regained her composure.

"Let's take it apart and take a look."

Peter quickly tore open the envelope and took out the letter inside.

"Dear Mr. Peter Parker, we are honored to inform you..."

The format is exactly the same as that advertised in the news just now, with a blank space for the guardian's signature at the bottom.

"Yeah, it's true!" Peter jumped for joy.

At this moment, Iron Man’s dream can go to hell!

Peter Parker is going to learn some magical skills!

On the one hand, there is an uncertain future, and on the other hand, there are opportunities that are within reach, not to mention that opportunities are greater than the benefits that may be obtained in the future.

Not to mention children, even adults would be very pragmatic when faced with such a choice.

Even children can tell the difference between the promise made by their parents, “I’ll keep the New Year’s money for you and give it to you when you grow up” and the New Year’s money they can get now!

Unlike the excited Peter, Aunt May began to seriously consider whether to sign and agree.

In the end, it was the reality that defeated her.

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry does not charge tuition, provides free board and lodging, teaches magical magic, and does not require any worries about employment...

As for safety, it is an officially certified magic school in the UK, not a human trafficking organization.

Ever since the news about the magic school came out, there has been a strong sour atmosphere in American public opinion. Even Aunt May, who has never cared about national affairs, can feel it.

Good things that even one's own country is trying to snatch away must be true.

"Peter, do you want to go?" Aunt May finally asked Peter about his wishes.

The sensible Peter was about to nod impatiently, but he tilted his head and thought about it.

"If I go to England, I won't be able to see Aunt May every day..."

Before sadness even sets in, the optimistic character immediately comes into play.

"But I can learn space magic. Once I learn it, it will only take a moment to come back."

At this moment, he didn't know how difficult it was to learn Apparition.

"Okay, then I'll sign for you." Aunt May found a pen and signed for Peter.

After signing, a light suddenly flashed on the letter paper.

"Wow, it's really magical!" Aunt Mei exclaimed, and looked at Peter reluctantly: "Peter, when are you leaving? You can't miss the opening ceremony tomorrow."

"Aunt Mei, do you want to attend the opening ceremony as well?" Peter asked excitedly.

"I..." Young Aunt Mei wanted to go, but thinking of the recent skyrocketing airfares and hotel prices in England, she could only shake her head helplessly: "I may not be able to go."

If it was the first few days after the news of the establishment of the magic school broke out, Aunt May could still afford it if she gritted her teeth. But now that the official notice of the school opening has been released, the prices of air tickets and hotels have skyrocketed again, and are already a hundred times the usual prices.

Why is this happening?

Because some unwilling adults insist on pretending to be children!

They planned to take advantage of this last chance and go to the outside of Castle Annick to ask for an opportunity.

Air tickets are easy to deal with, as they just need to increase the number of flights. However, hotel rooms are really gone, and even the most expensive presidential suites have seen a surge in price, with large numbers of people buying them in groups.

This eventually led to private apartments and houses in the UK that did not have business licenses starting to secretly receive tourists.

In a word, even if you have to sleep standing up and not eat or drink, you must fight for the last chance.

"Oh, I see." Peter was very sensible and immediately understood the reason.

"Don't worry, I'll bring a camera with me and film it for Aunt Mei to see."

"Okay." Aunt May bent down with relief, hugged Peter and kissed him.

"I'm going to call Gwen and tell her I was chosen." Peter said proudly, "Let her be so cocky all the time."

"Go, go." Aunt Mei waved her hand with a smile.

Peter ran to the phone and dialed Gwen Stacy's house.

"Hello, is this Gwen?" As soon as the phone was connected, Peter couldn't wait to speak: "What? How did you know I was selected by Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry?"

"..."

Gwen's eyes twitched on the other end of the phone. Just by imagining it, you can tell how arrogant this guy is.

"Really? Then don't use my stationery in your magic classes anymore. After all, Hogwarts will provide you with stationery."

"Of course, I won't need to borrow your stationery in the future..." The smile on Peter's face suddenly froze: "What does it mean to take magic classes?"

"I forgot to tell you that I also received an admission invitation letter." Gwen said calmly.

"Eh..." Peter's face changed.

Will I continue to be ravaged by the great devil Gwen in class in the future?

"By the way, Ned received it too." Gwen sent another light knife.

"Hey! Hey!" Peter cried out in surprise, "Is it so casual?"

"..." Gwen took a deep breath and smiled grimly: "Peter, do you think there will be magic battle classes in the magic school? I am looking forward to fighting with you."

Peter finally recalled Gwen's abnormal athletic talent and the fighting skills she learned from her father, the sheriff.

When they went out for "adventures" in the past, the three little ones would inevitably encounter low-level thugs. As a result, those thugs who were several years older than them were all defeated by Gwen alone.

Peter was very thin since he was a child before he was bitten by a spider. Aunt May could only ensure that he grew up healthily and had no money to buy expensive tonics.

Although Peter always claimed that he was the captain of the team, in fact his fighting ability was not as good as Ned Leeds, because the fat boy Ned was stronger than him.

“Ahem!” Peter started coughing, pretending to be weak and sick, and said with a smile: “That’s not what I meant. I just… just…”

"Yes!" Peter finally found an excuse: "It's really wrong for Ned not to tell me, the captain, first!"

"Haha, if the phone at your home wasn't intermittent, maybe you could answer calls from him and me." Gwen rolled her eyes at him.

"Uh..." Peter was speechless and smiled bitterly: "Really? You have already called?"

"I have something else to do, let's talk later."

Gwen hung up the phone and walked back to the restaurant.

George Stacy had been silent for a while, looking at the letter on the table.

"Gwen, do you want to go?" George also respected the child's wishes.

"Dad, do you want me to go?" The precocious Gwen threw the question back.

George smiled and shook his head helplessly.

This daughter is becoming more and more independent.

"You'd better go. Dad might be in danger." George sighed softly, "When you go to the magic school, Dad won't have to worry about your safety."

"Is it because Dad also wants to do the right thing?" Gwen couldn't help but worry.

George nodded silently.

Gwen was silent for a moment, then finally nodded in agreement.

"Then I will go. I want to learn magic and become a powerful magician, so that I can help my father do the right thing."

Too lazy to split, the first update is here

Chapter 133: % of children come from poor families?

From the press conference on Christmas Eve to officially release the admission invitation letters to the next day, Christmas Day, within 24 hours, children from all over the world began to appear on the open lawn outside the gate of Alnwick Castle.

Some children were dressed gorgeously, some were dressed simply, some were dragging suitcases, and some came empty-handed.

No matter which one, after the admission invitation letter arrived, holding it tightly in their hands, all the children looked at the castle not far away with excitement.

"Dear children, come and change into your Hogwarts uniforms. The celebration is about to begin." Official staff arranged by the local British government warmly welcomed these future wizards.

"Gwen, Ned." Peter Parker, who had changed his clothes, found Gwen Stacy and Ned Leeds who had just appeared.

"Why are you here just now? I was here yesterday."

Gwen looked at Peter's clothes. He was wearing a black hooded robe that covered his entire body. The sleeves were wide and he wore shiny leather boots. He was wearing a white shirt underneath and a pure white tie with no logo on his chest.

"Is this... a school uniform?" Gwen asked in confusion.

Peter looked down and suddenly realized, "There are four colleges in Hogwarts. The receptionist said that after entering the school, there will be a ceremony to divide the colleges. After the colleges are divided, the tie and lining will change color, and there will be a badge exclusive to the college on the chest."