I'm the Demon King in Marvel

"Amazing, right?"

"Really?" Ned frowned. "What if we can't be assigned to the same house?"

"It's okay. Just like before, I, the captain, will protect you!" Peter patted Ned's shoulder, acting like a gangster boss.

Gwen didn't bother to pay attention to him. She walked to the reception desk and started to register and collect her school uniform.

The area in front of the castle gate has been transformed into a permanent reception area, with all retro buildings and a strong medieval style.

The local government of Alnwick and even the whole of Edinburgh has invested a large number of personnel to provide thoughtful services to future wizards.

The newly built building outside the castle not only has changing rooms but also bathrooms, a restaurant and a row of temporary accommodation areas, which are specifically designed to serve children who arrive early.

This is the first session, so we will use all local personnel, and next year some old students will come to serve as volunteers.

Things like welcoming freshmen are quite interesting.

The deadline was approaching, and the local reception staff finally discovered a cruel reality: the proportion of children from poor families was too high!

Hogwarts only enrolled 1,600 students in its first class, but more than 70% of them were from poor families.

Don't underestimate these receptionists. They are all specially selected by the British government. They will take advantage of these 24 hours to extract personal information from young children with the most enthusiastic attitude.

There is no ill intention, it is just a simple rhetoric. After asking, the British officials will immediately send people to the children's homes to contact and invest. After all, all admissions are handled by Tom Riddle, and they have no idea which children will be admitted in advance.

The final statistical results surprised them.

"More than 70 percent of the students are poor!" The boss of the on-site reception staff was actually an agent sent by MI6.

After getting the results, the agent frowned.

It is so easy to judge a child's family background.

Speech and behavior may be disguised, but the children's clothing, small scars on their bodies, nails, heels and teeth, these obvious features cannot be hidden at all.

Children of wealthy people are spoiled from childhood, and even have a group of maids and old women to serve them, so it is almost impossible to see scars and calluses on their bodies.

Nails will be carefully groomed and will not show signs of ingrowth due to over-trimming, and of course there is no chance of onychomycosis.

Having lived a life of luxury since childhood, his teeth are only slightly worn, neatly arranged, and white in color.

Because they go to the expensive dentist regularly.

Children from poor families, or even children from ordinary families, cannot enjoy these treatments. They will not get their teeth fixed unless they are damaged. They will inevitably get injured when playing with their friends. Boys will inevitably play in the mud, and dirt will often remain between their nails.

In front of the professional agents of MI6, the family backgrounds of these children could be identified at a glance, even if their families had mostly prepared new clothes for the children for this grand event.

The class differences are still very obvious.

"This is not a good sign..." murmured the person in charge sent by MI6.

"But we can't control it." The subordinate beside him took out another form with student information: "At least most of the wealthy families in our country have children selected."

"What about America?" the person in charge asked hurriedly, "How many are there?"

The subordinate knew what the boss was asking, but could only shake his head helplessly: "No one from the top ten financial groups was selected. There are only two hundred students from America, and they are all from ordinary families."

"Only 200?" The person in charge picked up a table and said with a gloating smile, "We have more than 300 people, and France has more than 100 people, so together we have more than 500 people. There are 600 people in Europe, and there are only 200 people in America?"

"It's obvious that Mr. Riddle's previous statement was not a joke." The subordinate also had a gloating smile on his face.

"The strangest thing is that there are 300 people from that country in the east, 200 of them were taken by Da Mao, and the remaining 300 came from other countries."

"So many?" The person in charge frowned.

Britain contributed both territory and manpower, and worked extremely hard to finally get more than 350 places. Yet, that country in the East did nothing and took away 300 places in one go?

"This magician is very interesting. He actually has such a keen sense of the international situation..."

But when I think about it, it seems normal. After all, he has lived for more than 500 years and witnessed the ups and downs of history, so his vision must be good.

However, the fact that the Eastern country took away 300 people at once still made the proud British gentlemen unhappy.

But they did not dare to express their opinions, in case they angered the magician, he could just take the students and move to another venue. Which country on earth could not provide a venue and the ability to provide food and accommodation for more than a thousand people?

"Should we spread the news?" the subordinate quietly asked the person in charge.

"Spread it, they'll know about it soon anyway." The person in charge smiled and said, "Wouldn't it be good to get an extra allowance?"

The object of transmission is America.

They are neither traitors nor moles, but the ties between MI6 and the CIA are too deep, and the British top brass are so numb that they have no choice but to accept the status quo.

So it’s no surprise that America’s “elite eagles” were angry.

In fact, they had gradually discovered the truth over the past twenty hours, because the consortiums in various places were conducting self-inspections within their families, and as a result, no kid had received the so-called invitation letter to the magic school.

Second update

Chapter 134 I am only six years and three hundred and sixty months old, why don’t you choose me?

"Waltfa!"

"This is a blatant humiliation to America!"

"Sanctions, we must sanction them!"

……

America's "Elite Eagles" were unsurprisingly angry when they found out that none of their children were selected.

They may not really care whether or not to learn magic, but this blatant discrimination hurts their arrogant hearts.

In modern times, no one has been able to humiliate the noble "elite eagles" like this.

But no matter how angry they were, the cruel fact was still before them.

When Britain defected, France gained great benefits without making any noise, and would certainly have an ambiguous attitude. The number of people selected in the whole of Europe would be three times theirs.

If we exclude the poor and only count the wealthy families, the number of European giants selected will be a number that the "Elite Eagles" cannot match, because they are zero.

This means that they cannot do anything to England through normal international platforms, and the only option left for them is to go to war.

But the country that most wants to go to war now is definitely Russia, which has nano armor.

With nano armor and the Ark reactor, as well as the legacy left behind by the fall of the empire, and with the fact that life has been tough in recent years, everyone in Russia is holding their breath, trying to avenge what happened twenty years ago.

The "Elite Eagles" were very cautious about going to war.

"Sanctions? What sanctions? Energy or technology?"

"If we dare to choke the energy sector, the whole of Europe will fall to the side of the Russian bear."

"If war breaks out, we will have enemies all over the Atlantic."

"So we're just going to watch? Every year, more than a thousand magicians enter the damn school. Seven years later, the first batch of magicians will graduate. Europe will have six hundred, and we will only have two hundred. Our disadvantage will only get bigger!"

You can't hit him, and dragging it on is like cutting flesh with a blunt knife, which will only make the pain worse.

"Fuck, aren't there other magicians in this world?"

It is no surprise that America's "elite eagles" raised this soul-searching question.

The big shots argued for a long time but still couldn't make up their minds.

If a war breaks out, the future is uncertain. Even the aliens who burned down the White House last time may get involved, which would be adding insult to injury.

"Use all your strength to control the 200 future magicians in the country. Also, make an announcement to the world that all family members admitted to the magic school will receive green cards, housing, jobs, and huge bonuses."

"I just don't believe that the 'American Dream' that has been promoted for hundreds of years will lose its effect."

The "big money" strategy has become the last straw in the hands of America's "elite eagles", but it must be said that this move is still powerful and the "American dream" still has a tenacious appeal.

Among the 300 students from underdeveloped countries, many families were attracted by the conditions offered by the Americans and immigrated to the United States.

These are the impacts after America began its operations. Let us return our attention to the outside of Fort Alnwick.

"Twenty-four Hours" is about to end, and Hogwarts, the world's first public magic school, is about to open its mysterious doors.

After Tom Riddle chose this place, he carried out renovations inside the castle alone. These days, even the British top leaders don’t know what it looks like inside.

But before the door opened, there was a large group of young people from all over the world on both sides of the road leading to the castle gate, holding banners and shouting.

"Why do you only want children between eight and twelve years old?"

"I'm only six years and three hundred and sixty months old. I'm still a baby!"

"I'm only five years and four hundred and eighty months old! I'm still a child!"

"I want to go to magic school, too. Principal Riddle, please, accept me!"

There are only baby boys here, and the baby girls on the opposite side are even more arrogant.

"Principal Riddle, the Lun family is also a baby!"

"If you don't believe me, come and check it out!"

"I will make sure you don't have the chance to speak."

"Principal Riddle, the Lun family can sleep in a crib..."

This group of older boys and girls seemed to be in sync with each other and all changed into school uniforms and sailor suits. Some were even more outrageous and even changed into children's clothes.

"Pacifier, pacifier for sale!"

"Professional baby products help you get closer to your baby."

A salesperson holding a suitcase suddenly appeared in the queue. The unfolded suitcase was filled with various baby products.

There are pacifiers, bottles, baby hats, baby bellybands, and even diapers.

The boys and girls on both sides of the road looked at each other and then immediately rushed towards the salesperson.

"Pacifier, give me a pacifier!"

"Thank you, ten pounds." The salesperson smiled.

"Fuck, you're stealing money!"

"You only have this one chance. Once the school gate opens and closes again, you will have no chance at all." The salesperson obviously understands sales psychology.

The babies were silent for a moment, then immediately started scrambling for the items.

"Give me one!"