101. Back again.

Was I worried about Tang Hao killing me? Not really. The man was a brute, a physical fighter through and through. Sure, he could smash me into paste, but I'd recover just fine.

What actually concerned me was keeping my identity hidden. That was the whole reason I had operated under the cover of my Invisibility Cloak ability. Letting him know who I was would only bring unnecessary trouble.

Could he guard this place 24/7? Obviously not. The man had just obliterated half a mountain in his rage, and we weren't exactly in the middle of nowhere. Sooner or later, someone would come to investigate. He was a wanted man, after all. If people started dying mysteriously, that would only attract stronger forces to look into it. Eventually, the real heavyweights would show up.

The next time he left, I silently exited my inner world—still invisible, of course. Then, I used something I had been practicing.

Apparition.

With a soft pop, I teleported miles away to Nuoding City.

Magic teleportation for the win.

Without hesitation, I activated the travel function, slipping back into the Harry Potter world while setting this one in stasis.

~~~

Tang Hao was beyond crazed at this point. He had nothing left.

He had pinned his last hopes on his son—on Tang San's talent being enough to one day seek revenge against Spirit Hall. Not for Ah Yin, but for the Clear Sky Clan's downfall and his own miserable situation. Even though, deep down, he knew it was a mess of his own making.

But now?

His son was gone.

His wife was gone.

The 100,000-year-old spirit bone was gone.

There was nothing left for him here. And now, he could sense people approaching to investigate the destruction. The Clear Sky Hammer's attacks left distinct marks—ones that wouldn't go unnoticed. He had no choice but to leave.

"Spirit Hall!" he snarled, eyes bloodshot with fury. He laid all the blame at their feet.

Perhaps it was time to return to his clan. At least there, he could lick his wounds in relative peace. Since he hadn't been able to find his son no matter where he searched, he assumed the boy had been taken by the same person who stole his wife.

Gathering what little he had left, Tang Hao fled.

~~~

Meanwhile, back in the Harry Potter world…

Ryan found himself under the intense gaze of several women.

The reason?

He had forgotten to adjust his age upon returning. He was still in his six-year-old body.

Yue, Rachel, Serenity, and Fleur had all felt something shift within them and had come to ask about it—only to open the door and find an utterly adorable six-year-old Ryan staring back at them.

Instantly, he was dog-piled.

His beautiful peerage members couldn't help themselves—they cooed over him, pinched his cheeks, hugged him tightly, and peppered his face with kisses.

Ryan, for all his power and intelligence, was completely helpless against their combined affection.

~~~~

Ryan struggled in vain as he was passed from one pair of arms to another, completely at the mercy of his affectionate peerage members. No matter how much he tried to explain, his words were constantly interrupted by coos, cheek pinches, and affectionate nuzzles.

"I am still me, you know," he grumbled, kicking his tiny legs as Yue cradled him like a prized doll.

"Shhh, little one, let the adults talk," Yue teased, stroking his hair with a fond smile.

Rachel, sitting nearby, smirked. "This is hilarious. You should stay like this permanently."

Serenity, who had been watching with amusement, nodded in agreement. "You are… much more adorable this way."

Ryan groaned but had little room to protest as Fleur took her turn holding him, humming softly while offering him a delicate pastry. "Eat, mon chéri. You must keep your strength up."

Resigned to his fate, Ryan took a bite, though he shot them all a look that promised future revenge.

Eventually, they let him settle down enough to explain what had happened. Between bites of various snacks they kept feeding him, he detailed his encounter with Tang Hao, his silent heist, and his subsequent escape. The girls listened attentively, though their occasional strokes of his hair and absentminded cuddles made it hard for him to maintain his usual composure.

"Sounds like you got out just in time," Rachel remarked, crossing her arms. "That guy would have torn the entire place apart looking for you."

Ryan nodded. "Which is why I left that world in stasis for now. It's safer that way."

However, the conversation took an unexpected turn when the girls revealed something equally surprising.

They, too, had activated their spirits.

Yue's was a Blood Bat, a manifestation of her vampire nature, radiating an eerie crimson energy that pulsed like a heartbeat. It offered her the ability of blood control.

Serenity's had awakened as a Black Phosphorus Serpent, a sleek, venomous creature that coiled in the shadows and was highly venemous, embodying her deadly nature.

Rachel, had awakened a Shadow Devil, a dark, wraith-like figure with piercing red eyes and bone like sickles for arms. It had the ability to become invisible and intangible.

And Fleur had fully unlocked her Veela form as a spirit. Her usually ethereal beauty now carried a faint glow, and an almost supernatural allure surrounded her making her all the more charming and beautiful.

All of them had innate spirit power 10 as well which was good.

Ryan, still stuck in his tiny body, sighed.

Fleur smirked, pulling him closer. "It's okay, petit chou, we love you like this."

Serenity leaned in, her eyes gleaming mischievously. "You are very… soft, Master."

Ryan groaned as he realized he wasn't getting out of this any time soon.

He was doomed.

Doomed to be their tiny, adorable hostage.

And from the looks on their faces, they were thoroughly enjoying it.

However a thought clicked. "Don't you want to see my mature form?"

The girls froze. "Mature form?"

Needless to say a 25 year old Ryan with his mature looks made all the girls wombs quiver in excitement. They still had those heated gazes but they were much different now.

Even Rachel the calmest had pink cheeks and lustful eyes.