I'm the Demon King in Marvel

Chapter 140 I didn't lie to you, did I? I really got younger!

The dinner was held in a huge banquet hall. There was no banquet hall of this size in Alnwick Castle, so Tom Riddle had to renovate it.

The huge banquet hall can currently accommodate more than 2,000 people, and in the future it can be divided into levels to accommodate students of different grades.

Tom hit the wine glass with the spoon, making a "ding-ding" sound.

All the children raised their heads, temporarily resisting the temptation of the delicious food on the long table, and looked at their powerful headmaster.

"First of all, thank you all for coming to our school's opening ceremony." Tom raised his glass and toasted the old guys in the guest seats first.

These are the ones who will be robbed soon, so just consider this as a farewell drink.

The old guys naturally responded in a friendly manner.

"Students, dinner is about to begin. Please enjoy your food." Tom was still direct and straightforward, without the nagging nature of a leader.

After a busy afternoon, the children were already hungry, so they could no longer restrain themselves and started eating and drinking voraciously.

They are all teenagers, so there is no problem of indigestion.

After they return to the dormitory, they will probably make a lot of noise for a while before going to sleep.

There was a dazzling array of delicious food on the long table, with a tangy aroma. Many children from turbulent countries had never eaten such food since they were born, and they shed tears while eating.

"Is this not a dream? If it is, let me wake up later."

"Can I take some home for Mom and Dad?"

Gwen Stacy turned to look at the female classmate who was sobbing next to her.

The classmate was actually the same age as her, but was short in stature, and it was obvious that she was underdeveloped due to malnutrition.

"Eat quickly. Although you can't take it back home, once you learn magic, mom and dad's lives will get better, and we'll be able to eat these delicacies soon."

"Okay." The female classmate nodded heavily.

There are sensible children, and naturally there are also children from wealthy families.

"What a bunch of bumpkins! I really don't know why Principal Riddle would recruit such lowly country bumpkins." A little boy with golden hair gave a sarcastic smile to the opposite side.

"That's right, magic should belong to us noble aristocrats." Someone next to him echoed.

"After school starts, I'll find an opportunity to make them realize their inferiority and get them to leave on their own initiative."

……

There are also gangs among the little kids, but Tom doesn't intend to care. He just needs to complete the tasks assigned by his master.

He is not responsible for ideological guidance.

The children ate for almost an hour and finally could not eat any more and fell forward one after another.

"Edward, take the students back to the dormitory and remember to let them drink a glass of digestive water before going to bed." Tom ordered.

"Okay." Whitebeard quite liked this atmosphere.

Although it is a clone, it has perfectly inherited all the characteristics of the original body. It can only be said that Vegapunk's cloning technology is too unreasonable, even the personality can be perfectly copied.

After all the children had left, the real night banquet began.

Haven't the old guys waited for so many days just for this moment?
Tom and Yang Guo were the only teachers left at the main seat. Whitebeard went to arrange for the students to go to bed. Wanda had already left, and Frigga didn't want to see the ugly scene that was about to happen.

Tom took out his wand and waved it at the door, and the door of the banquet hall closed.

Then he took out three glass bottles and waved at the old guys.

"We are all civilized gentlemen. To maintain decency, I decided to adopt a dark shooting mode."

While Tom was talking, Yang Guo brought out a wooden box from somewhere with a small opening on it.

"Hogwarts has just been established, and there are indeed many areas that need funds. I have no choice but to ask you to donate money. Please write down the amount you are willing to donate on a piece of paper, and the three people with the most kindness will receive the magic potion made by me."

"Damn it..." All the old guys present cursed inwardly: "As expected, this old guy who has lived for hundreds of years doesn't leave any loopholes."

Of course, they had already discussed it in advance before they came, and who would get the three bottles of medicine had already been arranged. Anyone who dared to mess around would be suppressed together when they returned.

Because Tom Riddle took out not one bottle, but three bottles. Since he could take out three bottles, he could definitely take out more.

At worst, you just have to wait a little longer.

There's no need to go crazy this time.

Therefore, the three decision-makers who have great power, much wealth and are old have actually secretly determined the ownership through the exchange of interests.

The old guys from both Britain and America agreed to follow the agreed charter.

Who are they?

They are a group of superior people who are used to being superior and dare not disobey anyone. Even if the other party is a wizard, they cannot let him lead them by the nose.

It's nothing more than donating a slightly larger amount, just like giving alms to beggars.

Unexpectedly, the other party was not easy to deal with and chose the "secret shooting" mode.

In this way, the old guys who are suppressed will not be obedient.

It is possible that there will be one in the future, but what if there isn’t?
The most important thing is to secure the profits.

Previously, due to the rules set by the big conglomerates and big families, the weaker families could only give up this time and leave their hopes for next time.

But now if you choose the "dark shooting" mode, you don't have to be obedient.

Although the power controlled by these old guys varies, the differences are difficult to show unless they go to war.

Assets of 100 billion and 200 billion may seem to differ by half, but in fact, the power they display is not much different, because most of the assets are in a "deposited" state, and unless there is an "all-out war", the excess parts will not be used at all.

Those who are suffering from drought will die of drought, and those who are suffering from floods will die of floods.

The old guys will then return to their previous understanding: since others have taken out three bottles, there must be more. Since you asked me to give way this time, I can also let you give way this time.

It just depends on who is willing to pay more.

A "secret shot" broke the old guys' previous layout, which was a bit like "two peaches killing three warriors".

The peaceful atmosphere suddenly became full of war. This became a contest of determination, a contest of who was more willing to bleed.

"Everyone, you can start writing now." Tom added fuel to the fire and yawned, "It's getting late. After we finish, we should go back and rest."

The old guys took a deep breath, knowing that Tom was plotting something. They had no choice but to give up the original amount and start bleeding heavily.

In the end, it took Yang Guo a full half hour to collect all the notes.

It was much easier for Tom. He took out his wand and waved it. The wooden box split open and a note with the amount written on it floated in front of him. He drew his conclusion with just a glance.

Take out the three with the largest amounts and read out their names.

"Congratulations, all three. Please come over."

Of the final three people, two were the original names, and the other was a guy who squeezed in after a heavy bleeding.

Compared to the originally estimated amount, the amount given now has increased by more than a hundred times, almost reaching the limit of the "live money" that each of them can come up with.

"Before drinking the potion, please remember this!"

Tom solemnly warned: "When you drink, you must firmly recall what you were like when you were young."

"The magic potion is very powerful, and you are ordinary people who don't know magic. If your faith is not firm, it will affect the final effect of taking it."

"Does it mean that the younger we think about being, the younger we will become in the end?" An old man keenly grasped the key point.

"Right." Tom nodded with a smile. "This is the first time I've given the potion to ordinary people. Your bodies will probably waste some of the effects."

"Therefore, you must have firm faith. The clearer you recall, the better the final effect will be!"

It is well-organized, logical and very reasonable.

The three old guys, who had only received the precious potion after bleeding heavily, nodded one after another, thinking that Tom was right.

Magic should be more idealistic!
Who among these old guys hasn’t reminisced about their youth by looking at photos of themselves when they were young?

It has almost become their daily pastime after they get old.

Their youthful appearance has long been engraved in their minds.

Only the poor are helpless. These old guys who are so poor that they only have money left usually rack their brains to think of various ways to prolong their lives, just to restore their youth.

The three men solemnly took the glass bottle of medicine from Tom, took a deep breath, uncorked the bottle, and drank it on the spot.

I’m afraid the night will be long and full of dreams.

After a moment, their faces and hair changed, wrinkles disappeared, and gray hair grew back.

"Younger! Really younger!"

The old guys at the back stood up almost at the same time, all of them with expressions of shock and envy.

They had doubts before, but all doubts disappeared after seeing it with their own eyes.

"Three of you, are you feeling a little dizzy?" Tom asked with a smile, "Why don't you go to the lounge and take a rest?"

The three old guys nodded in agreement.

Yang Guo then led them to the lounge.

The old guys at the back didn't notice that their steps were still as slow as before. Even if someone noticed it, they thought it was due to the slow reaction after taking the potion.

The old guys came up and surrounded Tom, praising him loudly.

"Mr. Riddle, you are truly the greatest magician who ever lived!"

"If you need anything from Hogwarts in the future, just let us know."

After flattering someone, ask about what they care about most.

"Sir, when will the next dose of medicine be provided?"

"It's difficult to make the medicine..." Tom pondered, "I will notify everyone once it's made."

"Okay, I will make sure to satisfy you next time."

Some old guys who were not determined enough just now secretly made up their minds that they must bleed and win next time.

However, the three people who were led to the lounge by Yang Guo saw a young man as soon as they entered the door.

Lin Hao smiled at them and said, "You are great for being so eager to contribute to the Fire Kirin Breeding Farm!"

The domineering color swept over, and the three old guys fell to the ground, and then were thrown into the space linked to the little devil.

After a moment, three truly rejuvenated clones walked out again.

In the space linked to the little devil, three old guys were stuffed with Fire Qilin Fruits, and "voluntarily" signed the contract, becoming newcomers to the Fire Qilin breeding farm.

"Come and see, there are new people!" Justin Hammer was very active and called a group of old people over.

"Hey, tell me who you are."

The three old guys were still confused.

But after eating the fruit, his old body really regained its vitality. Although it did not feel like he was in his early twenties, he had the energy of middle age.

"I didn't lie to you, did I?" Lin Hao said with a grin, "I really have become younger!"

"But……"

Although the power brought by the contract made them dare not resist Lin Hao, they still carried on with their own obsessions.

“We want to be human beings!”

"What kind of person are you?" Justin Hammer shouted angrily, "Being a dog for your master is the greatest honor of your life!"

"Little Jiazi, give him a good education." Lin Hao gave the order and turned away.

"Yes!" Justin Hammer stuck out his tongue and said flatteringly, "Master, please take care."

　I caught up, and the magic school section has been temporarily finished.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)