Realizing what was going on, Harry immediately checked his body.
Healthy and strong, with the familiar eight-pack of abs—no doubt about it, this was his eighteen-year-old body.
The amount of magic he could draw on inside himself had also increased significantly—at least three times what he'd had in the wizarding world!
Unfortunately, his wand and everything he'd stored in his pocket-dimension hadn't made the trip with him; they'd been left behind in the wizarding world.
Without the aid of a wand, the magic in his body was still wild and disorderly, very hard to control.
Harry looked back over his shoulder. A pair of rusty iron double doors had been roughly set into the rock wall behind him, their surface marked with several dents that looked very much like bullet holes. There was no doubt he'd just appeared out from behind those doors.
It seemed that every time he traveled between worlds he had to go through something that counted as a "door"—or at least something he himself regarded as a door. Even when he'd climbed in through a window to return to his bedroom, it had still counted as a crossing.
At the moment he was no longer wearing his black wizard's robes, but the yellow sorcerer's robes of Kamar-Taj.
The robe really did look a bit like pajamas; no wonder Tony Stark had slapped him with the nickname "Pajama Baby."
...
Tony was extremely tense right now. Ever since he'd been captured by the Ten Rings near the end of January, he'd been locked in this damned cave for three whole months.
Three months. Did anyone have any idea what those three months had been like for him?
No wine worth tens of thousands of dollars, no sexy magazine models, no luxurious villas or sizzling parties—just threats, screws, grime, and the company of one bald middle-aged man.
Motherf—!
When had he ever suffered this kind of indignity?
But it was almost over. Tony Stark had been born free; how could a mere cave possibly hold a genius?
He had already cracked cold fusion technology and was just about to hammer out a suit of armor with his bare hands. The suit might be battered and ugly and completely unworthy of the great Tony's aesthetic standards, but this was not the time to be picky.
Once he activated the steel armor, he could escape with Yinsen.
And once they were out, he was absolutely going to eat a big, juicy, delicious cheeseburger.
But just as he was about to activate the armor, something happened that even he found bewildering.
Wait…
Where did that kid come from?
Tony Stark blurted out instinctively, "Hey, Pajama Baby, where did you come from, and why did you just pop out of nowhere?"
Yinsen also studied Harry curiously. After a brief moment of initial confusion, this young man seemed to realize what had happened, and he didn't panic.
Once he was sure of his own condition, Harry's expression turned apologetic.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Stark. Please forgive me for dropping in uninvited. It seems there's been some sort of problem with my spatial magic. I'll leave right away."
"Spatial magic?" Tony muttered. If someone had brought up magic to him before, he would definitely have scoffed and laughed in their face.
He was a man of pure faith in science. How could something like magic possibly exist in this world?
But this young man had appeared out of thin air, and even he had no way of explaining that.
So… maybe magic really did exist?
He reacted quickly and raised his voice:
"Wait, how are you going to leave? If you can, take us with you. I'm Tony Stark, the richest man in the world. I'll give you a very generous reward!"
Of course Harry wasn't going to refuse. Even without payment, he would have rescued Tony Stark and Yinsen from here.
Getting paid on top of that was even better. Anything Tony Stark offered was bound to be worth a fortune; maybe Aunt May and Uncle Ben could retire outright and live comfortably for the rest of their lives.
Hmm~ and Peter could finally buy a car, so Harry wouldn't have to worry about him staying single forever.
Harry calmed the two men, who were getting a little overexcited. "Don't worry, we'll be out of here in no time… Master, Master?"
Harry: "…"
Yinsen: "…"
Tony Stark: "…"
After a long moment, there was still no response. Tony Stark frowned slightly. "Pajama Baby, I don't think your teacher is here."
Harry shook his head, forgiving Tony Stark's ignorance.
"Even if my master isn't here, as long as she's still in this dimension, she'll definitely notice when I call out to her.
Since there's no response, it seems my master has gone to another dimension."
Of course, there was another possibility Harry didn't say out loud—that the Sorcerer Supreme wanted him to solve the current problem on his own.
He didn't know why, but the Sorcerer Supreme had never been wrong before. Harry decided he would rely on his own strength to get Tony Stark and Yinsen out.
As a genius, Tony Stark naturally understood the concept of dimensions, and precisely because he did, he couldn't help questioning Harry.
If other dimensions really existed, then the concept of parallel universes was very likely real as well. That discovery would unquestionably cause a massive shock to the modern world.
But that still wasn't what shocked Tony Stark the most. What really stunned him was that, judging from what Pajama Baby had said, his master could freely travel through those dimensions. Just how powerful did that make her?
This was hardly the time to dwell on that, though. Tony asked anxiously:
"Do you have any other way to help us escape? If not, then at least help me hold off the Ten Rings. Once I get into the armor, I can get you both out of here."
Harry did have other options—he could open a portal, or use Apparition.
But both methods required stable magic. If his magic surged out of control during transit, his body might be torn to pieces in fractured space; that ruled them both out.
He did, however, have one more option: charging straight out.
Between the magic of Kamar-Taj and that of the wizarding world, Harry knew dozens of spells that didn't require tightly controlled magic.
Those dozens of spells were more than enough for him to smash his way out of a terrorist base, even while dragging two burdens along, and still come out unscathed.
Besides, there were many spells he hadn't been able to properly test back in the wizarding world—like his "Avada Gnaw-a-Melon," which by this point was completely different from the original version.
Harry had long since learned that "Avada Gnaw-a-Melon"'s true name was "Avada Kedavra," the Killing Curse—most ruthless and most deadly of the three Unforgivable Curses.
All three Unforgivable Curses were banned in the wizarding world. After completely perfecting his own "Avada Gnaw-a-Melon" there, he had never actually tested it.
A situation like this was perfect for testing the power of "Avada Gnaw-a-Melon"—and of other wizarding spells as well. Harry had a feeling that all of them seemed to be somewhat strengthened in this world.
Harry shook his head, turning down Tony Stark's suggestion.
"No need to go to all that trouble. I've got a better way."
Tony Stark asked, "What way?"
"All you have to do is follow me and charge straight out."
Tony Stark: "???"
Was the problem with him, or with this kid? Charge straight out?
Tony Stark did not trust this plan at all. He didn't believe this Pajama Baby could walk them out of here through hails of bullets and missiles.
"Hey, kid, they've got guns. And missiles…"
But Harry was already moving. He stretched out his hand toward the rusty iron doors, an ominous, shimmering green light blooming in his palm.
"Avada Gnaw-a-Melon!"
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