Infinite Chimera Creation

This beautiful, rare, powerful, and unrestrained creature is called: Monkey-cheeked Thunder!

The beauty of the monkeys is beyond description, even with the most limited human language. When humans see them, they will surely be amazed and captivated by their beauty.

Their long, flowing black hair, their bright golden right eye, their warm, fiery red left eye, and their emerald green fingernails all exuded an alluring beauty.

And today, as a young monkey-faced Lei gazed upon the human world from the land of the elves, she found her perfect match. He was so handsome, so gentle, so majestic. Those around him bowed at his feet, revered him, worshipped him, and followed him. Although his strength was slightly lacking, he was still among the top humans.

"He's mine, he can only be mine," she shouted madly in her heart. The young monkey-faced Lei disregarded the rule that the Elf Kingdom opened its gates only once every five hundred years and forced her way into the human world. She wanted to find him, get him, and possess him before her own kind discovered him.

The gates of the Elven Kingdom had been able to keep those young elves, full of curiosity about the human world, within its borders for so long; they were not easily breached. Although young Monkey-faced Lei was a genius among his tribe, he still suffered considerable injuries after breaking through the gates of the Elven Kingdom.

However, it was all worth it. Looking at the handsome man in front of him, Monkey-faced Lei was completely infatuated.

Voldemort was astonished—yes, astonished. This was the first time he had felt such astonishment since transforming from Tom Riddle into Voldemort. For the sake of his grand scheme, he was searching for the vampires hiding in Albania; if he could subdue them, conquering Britain would undoubtedly be much easier. And just as he was calculating how he should make his entrance after finding these dark creatures to intimidate them to the greatest extent possible, a colorful streak of light descended from the sky, crashing down in front of him and kicking up a cloud of dust.

Instinctively, Voldemort assumed a defensive stance, cautiously waiting for the dust to settle. He sensed a threat within that streak of light, a threat even greater than Dumbledore's.

When the smoke cleared, Voldemort felt he was seeing the most beautiful sight in the world. How beautiful it was, how charming it was, how beautiful the monkey was!

Monkey-faced Lei was pleased to see the infatuated look in the eyes of her chosen one. She liked it when he looked at her like that; it made her feel even more strongly about her charm. She longed to talk to him, to let him know her better, to let him know how beautiful the Elf Kingdom was, how friendly the Tree People were, how useful the Unicorn was, and to let him know how much she had sacrificed to gain the chance to meet him.

But there was no time. Soon her kin would discover her actions, and those kin who also longed for a mate would rush over as fast as they could to compete with her for her beloved, who belonged only to her. To quell the shameful desires of her kin, she had to act quickly. Thinking this, Monkey-faced Lei twisted her body, fully displaying her perfect curves, as she walked towards her beloved.

Voldemort carefully observed the monkey that exuded a powerful sense of danger, finding it increasingly beautiful, especially the long tuft of hair on its forehead, which made it stand out. If it weren't for the powerful aura emanating from it, Voldemort might have been tempted to capture it and keep it as a pet. However, despite the danger, Voldemort could clearly sense that this beautiful monkey meant him no harm, and perhaps he could tame this pet without force.

Voldemort, who was pondering what to use to lure the monkey into becoming his pet, suddenly noticed that the monkey, which had been staring blankly at him, had moved and was approaching. However, it seemed to be in bad shape; it was even walking unsteadily. Oh my god, there was a faint trace of blood on its arm; it was injured! And he had been so focused on catching it that he hadn't even noticed something so obvious. Damn it.

Feeling remorseful, Voldemort quickly went to meet the swaying monkey and helped it up.

Ah, my darling is so proactive! I haven't even fully shown off the beauty of my body yet, and he can't wait. He really loves me. Touched, Monkey-faced Lei felt that since his darling had been so proactive, he couldn't appear too shy, so he offered his first kiss.

The bodies of monkey-cheeked lei are specialized. In order to ensure that they can successfully give birth to a child with their chosen mate, they only need to have mucous membrane contact with their mate to maximize the other's reproductive desire, so that the sacred act can be carried out smoothly.

After touching the monkey's body, Voldemort felt even more that this creature would be perfect as a pet. Its soft fur, if he could stroke it often, would surely improve even the worst mood. Thinking this, Voldemort suddenly felt a warmth on his lips. Before he knew it, the monkey had kissed him. Then, to Voldemort's horror, he discovered that although he was conscious, he could no longer control his body.

Monkey-cheeked Thunder's Postscript: I was so naive to believe in the integrity of my kind. Even though my beloved is completely mine, those of my kind, desperate for a mate, didn't hesitate to use her without any restraint. It's outrageous! But my beloved is truly amazing. Not only does she satisfy me, but she also makes so many of my kind feel comfortable. It's wonderful! If the Elf King hadn't forcibly recalled the Monkey-cheeked Thunder clan, I would definitely stay with my beloved. However, I can still sneak away later, my beloved. Please remember me and our child.

Voldemort's Postscript: Today, I, Voldemort, the greatest fear-maker in Britain for the past century, was raped by a group of monkeys.

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Chapter Thirty: Sirius, Imagine

Although in the original story, James, Sirius, and Peter all took three years to learn Animagus in their fifth year, Stuart doesn't think he needs to wait three years.

It's important to understand that among the three, James and Sirius both learned Advanced Transfiguration on their own without any guidance, while Peter, the least gifted of the three, quickly mastered Animagus under the tutelage of James and Sirius. Therefore, if someone who had already mastered Animagus were to guide them, there would be no reason why Lupin, whose talent surpassed Peter's, wouldn't have been able to learn Animagus much faster.

Stuck in a rut, Stuart turned his attention to werewolves with active bloodlines in search of a breakthrough, and began to prepare to nurture a seed that had already been planted: a werewolf named Remus Lupin.

Based on the principle that "we raiders work together in groups of four whether it's good or bad," Stuart agreed to let Jaime and the others join him in their studies at Lupin's request.

They randomly chose a secret room, took their seats in turn, and Sirius Black was the first to speak. Everything was the same as when they discussed things last time.

"Stuart, you've already learned Animagus? That kind of advanced magic that few people know must be very difficult to learn. You've already learned it in your second year, you're truly a genius."

"I want you to know that some magic is rarely learned not only because it's difficult to learn, but also because it's dangerous. Yes, Animagus magic is inherently dangerous. When you first transform, your animalistic instincts will overwhelm your reason. You'll want to fly, run, and eat grass; all your actions will become like an animal's. At that moment, if you can't overcome your wild instincts with willpower, you can only pray that your friends are by your side, can knock you unconscious in time, and forcibly transform you back."

Otherwise, you really would become an animal. You'd never know how many people who considered themselves exceptionally talented, brimming with confidence, went to learn this magic alone, and now they're just another wild animal on the street. Sirius, imagine you successfully learned Animagus magic and became a dog. But because you learned it secretly, neither James nor I knew you had transformed, nor did we know that the big black dog passing by was you.

We didn't find you, therefore, you didn't turn back. From now on, you'll only be able to find food in street trash cans, you'll fight with stray cats for a piece of moldy bread, and with stray dogs for a rotten fruit pit.

Perhaps one day you'll be lucky enough to be taken as a pet by a young wizard, and because of him, you'll be brought back to Hogwarts. Professor McGonagall will find you and help you turn back into a human. But after living as a dog for so many years, you're no longer used to human form. Even if you turn back into a human, you'll still want to lick the young wizard who became your master, you'll still like to eat while lying on the ground, and you'll still like to walk on all fours. Think about it, Sirius, will you still be so excited about learning this magic?

Sirius shivered and snapped back to reality. Just now, in Stuart's deep voice, he had been unconsciously pulled into the environment woven for him, feeling as if he had truly become a black, bear-like, strong dog, wandering the streets of London, and then following a disheveled little wizard who looked a lot like James back to Hogwarts, where he met the now-adult Lupin and Peter.

Sirius checked himself over to make sure he hadn't turned into a dog and was still human. He breathed a sigh of relief and looked at James and the others, only to find that they had also just finished checking their bodies and were looking at him.

Seeing the four people's unpleasant expressions, Stuart nodded in satisfaction and gently tapped the table with his wand, drawing their attention back to him.

"It's good that you're scared now. Don't think I'm trying to scare you for some kind of weird fun. This is to give you a heads-up so that you clueless lions won't secretly go off to practice alone just to show off to your friends."

“Stuart, you’re joking. How could we possibly do that, right, James?”

Peter turned to look at James and the others, seeking confirmation from them, only to find to his dismay that the three of them were blushing and lowered their heads in unison when faced with his gaze.

Stuart sneered.

"See? This is the brain of a lion. It charges forward without understanding anything, like it has no brains."

Peter gave an awkward smile and didn't reply. Among the raiders, he always held the lowest position, and as a student of the Gryphon Academy, it wouldn't be appropriate for him to say anything at this moment.

Stuart didn't expect Peter to respond, and tapped the table again.

"Heads up, everyone. I'm not a professor, why are you all looking scared? I'm going to explain the Animagus now, so pay attention. Especially you, Lupin, this lecture is specially prepared for you. If you learn it later than Jaime and the others, I'll take you to the zoo to find the she-wolves on the night of the full moon. Don't worry, their snow-white fur will definitely suit your taste after you transform."

Lupin's face instantly turned ashen. He quickly sat up straight, waiting for Stuart to begin, inwardly regretting that he hadn't brought paper and pen. He had never seen a wolf after transforming, let alone a mother wolf, so without knowing whether Stuart's words were true or false, he naturally preferred to believe it rather than dismiss it.

Students from Ravenclaw, even first-years, have a habit of carrying a small notebook and pen with them. But the Gryphon students, judging by these four little lions sitting obediently with their hands on the table—clearly only wearing their heads—you can tell what's going on. Stuart rubbed his forehead in frustration and tossed his notebook and pen to Lupin.

"Take these and take notes. You can all look at them together when you get back. Anyway, the four of you are always together, and you even switched dorm rooms, didn't you?"

Lupin smiled awkwardly, opened the small notebook in his hand, only to find it blank, with nothing on it. He looked at Stuart with a puzzled expression.

Stuart, understanding what he wanted to ask, began to explain.

"That's a backup, Ravenclaw's admonition: 'Don't find yourself with nowhere to record a spiritual treasure when you have the opportunity to acquire it.'"

The lecture time flew by. James and the others felt like only a short while had passed when Stuart finished speaking, and two hours had already gone by.

"Alright, lecture over. Go do whatever you need to do. I'll check on your progress in a week. I think you, who are called geniuses, will not let me down."

James and the others froze, their faces contorted with a sudden urge to shove those who called themselves geniuses into the toilet and beat them senseless. The sheer amount of trust Stuart placed in them sent chills down their spines.

Peter, on the other hand, was genuinely relieved, thinking to himself...

"Fortunately, no one has ever called me a genius before, so Stuart probably doesn't have any expectations of me."

Then, a cold voice rang out.

“Peter, you seem quite at ease. Why don’t you stay and chat with me? James, you can go now.”

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Chapter Thirty-One: Are You Afraid of Me?

"What are you standing there for? Sit down."

Seeing Peter standing there somewhat bewildered, Stuart pushed up his glasses and said coldly.

When the four of them were together, he didn't feel anything, but now, alone with Stuart, Peter felt a sudden increase in pressure. The oppressive feeling coming from all around made him feel a slight fear of his peer. That cold fear made him sit up straight in his chair before he could even react to the emotionless voice.

"You're afraid of me."

A simple sentence sent a chill down Peter's spine, soaking his back with cold sweat. He frantically waved his hands, stammering an explanation.

"Me? How could I be afraid of you, Stuart? Don't joke around, this joke isn't funny at all."

"You're afraid of me."

The words, as bland as water, easily interrupted Peter's explanation, silencing him.

Peter lowered his head, not daring to speak. He didn't know what fate awaited him after Stuart saw through his fear. "Will he tell James about his fear?" "If James and the others knew he was afraid of their friend, would they break off their friendship with him?" Various thoughts swirled in Peter's mind, making his brain a chaotic mess.

Why were you assigned to the Gryphon House, which represents courage?

Despite the seemingly indifferent words, Peter felt a sharp pain in his heart. Yes, he knew he was a coward, but why humiliate him like this? He was a genius who could easily learn advanced magic like Animagus; did he also have to humiliate himself to gain a sense of accomplishment, like those others?

"You feel like I'm humiliating you."

"Isn't that right? Aren't you humiliating me? Aren't you trying to prove your own strength by humiliating me, by using my weakness and incompetence?"

Overwhelmed by intense shame, Peter, still full of youthful passion, excitedly retorted.

"That's why I don't like humans. Human beings are so inferior that they always assume others are right based on their own malice. How pathetic."

Finally, for the first time, there was a flicker of emotion in Stuart's words, which Peter easily discerned as disgust, like the disgust one feels when seeing a cockroach in a room.

"Why were you sorted into the Gryffindor house, which represents courage? Think about that carefully. Right now, you're so cowardly that you don't even deserve to be a source of amusement. Think back to when you were sorted. What made you the Sorting Hat judge you to have courage and put you in the lion's savanna, instead of the cold snake pit, the towering eagle's nest, or the hidden badger's den?"

Peter's initial excitement quickly subsided, replaced by renewed fear of Stuart. He sat there anxiously, terrified that Stuart would unleash a curse in a fit of rage. He had no confidence whatsoever in defeating Stuart. But to his surprise, while Stuart showed disgust, he wasn't angry. He seemed to be trying to guide his thoughts.

It's unclear whether it was the fear in his heart that prevented him from disobeying Stuart's will, or whether it was a small desire within him that made him truly follow Stuart's words to explore his own heart and search for the inner self that he had buried.

"Remember your courage, whether it is right or wrong, find it. Even if that courage is the kind of evil courage that is to do everything possible to kill all those who look down on you in order not to be looked down upon, that is your courage, the courage that wells up from the bottom of your heart. Find it, seize it, hold it tight, and don't let it leave you again."

Stuart continued speaking, and Peter's glasses grew brighter and brighter; he felt he had grasped something. Yes, just as Stuart had said, my courage was the kind of wicked courage that comes from the depths of my heart, the courage to do everything in my power to kill all those who looked down on me, the courage that truly belonged to me.

A roar surged within him, and Peter, who had initially seemed somewhat timid, gradually relaxed. But Stuart's words were not yet finished.

"Think about your usual grades. You get E or higher in every subject. And those who laugh at you and say you're Porter's follower, are they as good as you? No! So what right do they have to laugh at you!"

"Why?!"

Peter let out a low growl involuntarily. He stood up, his fists clenched, his face contorted. Remembering how those people patted his head, mocked his height, and called him Little Pettigrew, while he had to force a smile, Peter wanted to tear them to pieces.

"It's because they have courage, and you don't. If you had equal courage, or far more courage than those scumbags, you could make anyone who mocks you pay the price and make them never open their mouths to laugh at you again."

"Shut up those scumbags! I don't want to be laughed at anymore. I'm clearly much better than them!"

Looking at the roaring Peter, Stuart narrowed his eyes slightly, knowing that saying this next would be enough to end it all.

"So, muster your courage, prove your bravery, and shut those bastards up. James and the others will help you, because you're friends forever and will never betray each other."

"James and the others will help me! We'll be friends forever! We'll never betray each other!"

Hearing and seeing the scene that pleased him, Stuart gently clapped his hands.

Startled by Stuart's applause, Peter realized that in just a few words, his clothes were completely soaked with sweat from his excitement. However, the wet clothes clung to his body, but he didn't feel uncomfortable; instead, Peter felt an indescribable sense of exhilaration.

Peter let out a long sigh of relief, looked at Stuart with an unprecedented gaze, and asked earnestly.

"Stuart, are we friends?"

"Of course we are friends."

Stuart smiled slightly, silently adding in his mind, "While you still have value."

"Then I'm going to find James and the others. Stuart, you should go back and rest early too. You must be very tired after tutoring us for so long."