Infinite Chimera Creation

"Actually, because of the rumors circulating outside, I thought you were holding a magic wand in one hand and a treasure in the other, standing on mountains of corpses, laughing wildly and shouting 'All who oppose me shall die.' Of course, after seeing you in person, such rumors seem rather ridiculous."

Voldemort seemed to find the rumor laughable, but he maintained his composure and didn't burst into laughter; he simply shook his head helplessly.

"The Ministry of Magic has actually spread such rumors to tarnish my image. I'm sure many people will be afraid of me now. It's also a way of building momentum for me."

Looking at this Voldemort who showed no trace of madness and differed greatly from the original characters, Stuart felt it best to confirm things just to be on the safe side.

"In the Ministry of Magic's propaganda, your goal is to rule the British wizarding world, then seize the Muggle government, and completely enslave the whole of Britain. I didn't have any doubts about this before, but after meeting you, I feel that those rumors may be a bit exaggerated. If you don't mind, could you tell me your goal?"

Voldemort ordered another strong drink, took a deep sip, and smiled.

"Actually, what the Ministry of Magic said isn't too wrong. My goal is indeed to rule the magical world. Wizards these days are very lazy, just like that little guy who stays in his egg and won't come out, because he can't sense any danger."

Compared to the time of war with the Papacy a century ago, much of the magic we know today—both black and white magic—has lost its spells for attack, defense, healing, prophecy, and scouting. Three hundred years ago, the first spell a young wizard learned was Water Arrow; though weak, it could kill an enemy if it hit the heart. Now, the first spell a young wizard learns is the Levitation Charm. Its purpose? Perhaps it's used to fool Muggle children? Or to defeat a mindless troll?

The magical world needs a complete overhaul, or a hundred years from now, wizards will surely be reduced to pathetic creatures who know nothing but tricks. Oh, your eyes show you're surprised. No need for that. I'm not some ridiculous cult leader who'll go up to anyone and preach his ideas. You are special; your abilities set you apart from ordinary people, so I don't mind sharing my thoughts with you.”

Voldemort finished his drink again and laughed heartily.

"Every time I visit one of their estates, they bring out bottles of red wine that's been aged for so many years, as if afraid of slighting me. They go to such lengths, and I feel bad refusing their kindness. Actually, I prefer spirits to red wine; it reminds me of the first time I secretly drank alcohol as a child. Okay, enough of that. The more I talk, the more I feel like some kind of cunning old fox with a sweet tooth. Now, tell me what you want. As long as it's not excessive, the Dark Lord doesn't mind being generous to someone he's just met."

A solemn expression appeared on Stuart's face, and he gave a slight bow.

"Thank you for your generosity, Lord Dark Lord. What I seek is your blood; just a little bit will suffice."

Voldemort's smile vanished, his eyes narrowed, and he stared intently at Stuart. His voice became cold and slippery, like a snake crawling in a swamp.

"I think you know that many curses in black magic use the blood of the person being cursed as a medium."

With a silent sigh, Stuart raised his head and looked directly into Voldemort's eyes. His gaze was clear, without a trace of panic.

"I swear an unbreakable oath that I will not use your blood to cast any harmful spells against you, and I will not pass it on to anyone else."

Stuart had anticipated Voldemort's reaction. Any wizard with common sense wouldn't easily allow someone to obtain their blood, as that would mean handing their life over to another. To deal with this situation, Stuart thought of the magic of the Unbreakable Oath. Anyone who makes an unbreakable oath will die instantly if they break it. And this magic is simple; it only requires one witness to cast.

Voldemort stared at Stuart for a long time without saying a word, then finally laughed again.

"Then I think we need a witness, right?"

As soon as Voldemort finished speaking, a man next to him stood up and bowed his head respectfully.

“Sir, I think I can be a witness for you and this gentleman.”

Neither of them was surprised by the man's words. Stuart had long since noticed that this man was following him, or rather, following Voldemort. Voldemort couldn't possibly have missed him, so the man's identity was obvious: a Death Eater, Voldemort's most loyal henchman.

With this Death Eater as a witness, Stuart and Voldemort quickly completed the spell, vowing never to use the Dark Lord's blood to cast a spell detrimental to him and never to transfer the Dark Lord's blood to anyone else.

Clearly, even those Death Eaters who swore an unbreakable oath dared not call Voldemort by his name, referring to him instead as the Dark Lord.

"Well then, thank you for your generosity, Lord Dark Lord. I will come to see you again in a few years, and I believe I will have even better experimental results by then."

After bowing slightly, Stuart rose and left the bar, which was already full of Death Eaters, leaving the Dark Lord alone, surrounded by his men, slowly drinking.

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Chapter Thirty-Eight: The Giant Python of the Mortal World

"Indeed, in a world with magic, one of the main factors constituting strength is bloodline."

Stuart gently shook the test tube, the bright red blood vibrating within. Illuminated by the light, it cast fragmented, crimson hues on his face. A satisfied gleam shone in Stuart's eyes, veiled by the hazy red light.

In fact, when he first entered this world, Stuart had already considered which type of powerful life form's bloodline he should fuse with. He didn't want to be like a starving dog seeing a bone, without any choice, eagerly fusing with any powerful life form's bloodline he saw.

After a year of careful consideration, Stuart decided which lineage of life's power he would use: the World Serpent, also known as Jormungandr. In legend, this great serpent, considered a symbol of the end times, holds its own tail between its mouths, forming a perfect circle within which the entire Norse world is contained.

The World Serpent's body was enormous, and that was exactly what Stuart needed. Stuart understood that no matter how many new abilities he acquired in the future, life modification would remain his most fundamental and unalterable ability. And a sufficiently large body could serve as an excellent foundation, allowing Stuart to utilize every modification idea he could conceive on himself.

Actually, besides the Mortal Python, there was another bloodline of powerful beings that would be suitable: the legendary divine bird, Bakyuni. Legend has it that Bakyuni eggs, rolling out of their nest, nearly crushed entire villages along their path, illustrating the bird's immense size. However, considering that using this bloodline would lead to him using the phrase "the wisdom of a bird's brain" when facing Lolo again, Stuart decisively abandoned the idea of ​​using the divine bird.

Of course, Stuart did not intend to become the second World Serpent. For him, the superior bloodline that others dreamed of was just a starting point. The body he would use in the future would definitely be one he modified himself, unlike any existing life form.

In his view, all natural life is flawed. Even Lolo, the legendary perfect creation of the world, has some shortcomings, such as being brainless, having low moral standards, being a masochist, a masochist, and a masochist.

Of course, Stuart was quite satisfied, very satisfied, extremely satisfied with Lolo's shortcomings.

Having decided to use the bloodline of the World Serpent, Stuart naturally needed to consider where to find his descendants and obtain his bloodline.

Stuart was initially troubled by the lack of information about where to find the lineage of authority, but after an experiment some time ago, he had a general idea of ​​where to look and was no longer so troubled.

Because of an experiment on the blood relations between various animals, Stuart collected a large number of blood samples, including those from ordinary animals, magical creatures, and humans.

In this experiment, Stuart spent a considerable amount of time tracing the ancestors of these collected subjects, trying to see which animals were related thousands of years ago. Merging between related animals is easier, and if this experiment were successful, Stuart's future creation of macroscopic chimeras would be much easier.

In this experiment, Stuart was astonished to discover that the probability of ordinary animals being descended from magical or legendary creatures was close to zero. The probability of magical creatures being descended from legendary creatures was also close to zero; most of them merely resembled the offspring of those legendary creatures but had no blood relation. Even when the hippogriffs, which had been successfully tested previously, were examined again, none of the dozen or so hippogriffs had griffin blood.

When Stuart examined the hippogriff captured by West, he easily discovered traces of griffin blood, leading him to believe that these hippogriffs were the offspring of the legendary griffin and horse. However, based on the results of this experiment, it is clear that most of the animals bearing the name hippogriff simply resemble the legendary hybrid; they do not possess the bloodline of the sky's overlord.

The results of the human blood tests shocked Stuart even more. Aside from the Muggle blood, which showed no trace of magical or legendary creatures, every wizard, even a Squib, possessed the blood of a legendary creature—yes, a legendary creature, not a magical one. Stuart had initially thought that what distinguished humans from ordinary people and made them wizards was the blood of magical creatures, but it turned out they were all legendary creatures.

Of course, these discoveries were not enough for Stuart to solve the problem of finding the World Serpent. There are so many wizards in the world; he couldn't possibly travel around the world and collect the blood of every wizard in the world.

Stuart's experiments should have ended when he discovered the bloodline of the legendary animal in human blood, but Blanche's compilation of experimental data led Stuart to a new discovery.

Perhaps driven by a desire to study legendary powerful animals, Blanche, when compiling the data, didn't follow Stuart's instructions to categorize it by species. Instead, she organized it according to the animals' legendary strength before handing it to Stuart. Upon seeing this data, which differed from his expectations, Stuart initially planned to reorganize it, as his senior had recently become increasingly unreasonable and uncooperative, unlike her usual intelligent and reasonable self.

However, just as he was preparing to reorganize the data, Stuart discovered that James and Sirius, both renowned geniuses, along with Peter, who was slightly less talented, were at the very top of the list. Scrolling further down, if he didn't know Blanche and understand that the woman who loved beasts was definitely arranging the data according to bloodline strength, he would have thought that the senior had painstakingly investigated the talents of everyone in the school and then organized the data according to their abilities.

After this discovery, Stuart collected a large number of wizards' blood samples and conducted further experiments. He was surprised to find that the higher a wizard's talent and the more talented they were, the stronger the bloodline of those legendary animals in their blood became. This discovery taught Stuart how to find Cassias's bloodline: he needed to find a wizard with exceptional talent, great strength, and a connection to snakes.

After listing these conditions, the first person anyone would think of is Voldemort, the villain who brought fear to Britain.

After a month of waiting and a partially completed Hydra egg, Stuart successfully obtained the blood he desired. After testing using dozens of methods, he confirmed one thing: he no longer needed to waste time searching for the bloodline of the World Serpent. He could now focus solely on finding a source of magic sufficient to support his reversion to a primordial, authoritative life form.

That's right, Voldemort's blood contains the bloodline of the World Serpent.

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Chapter Thirty-Nine: The Night Steed

"Listen, Stuart, I don't care whether you lost your virginity to a mature older woman or a cute little girl during your vacation, but even if the first time felt wonderful, you better put that smile off your face."

"What the hell? It's been a week since school started, and you, you cold-faced guy, are always smiling at everyone. Do you know that because of that smile, not only Ravenclaw, but all the students in the other three houses who know you are terrified, afraid they'll be in trouble at any moment? Your Gryffindor friends even came to me, trying to bribe me with butterbeer to put in a good word for them with you! When did you become so universally hated?!"

Blanche, her face contorted with rage, slammed her hand on the table, drawing curious glances from the students who were having dinner. Because of her close relationship with Stuart, many people had come to Blanche seeking information about the "Stuart's eerie smile incident," wanting to know what had happened to Stuart. This annoyed Blanche immensely, forcing her to repeatedly explain, "I know nothing; we weren't together during the holidays," and the suspicious looks they gave her only fueled her anger.

After her numerous encounters with magical creatures, Blanche had grown increasingly annoyed with humans, but now she suppressed her impatience and kindly explained to them that those foolish humans dared to doubt her—they were truly despicable.

What's even more infuriating is that Stuart, the culprit who caused her so much trouble, is completely oblivious and has been laughing for a week. If Blanche weren't afraid of the serious consequences, she would have already cast a curse detection spell on him. What a joke, how could a man who isn't under a curse laugh when he's not plotting against others?

In truth, Stuart's expression wasn't the beaming smile Blanche had described. Although he had successfully acquired the bloodline of the World Serpent, he only slightly curled the corners of his mouth. But just as a girl with a perfect figure would be easily spotted if she had even a little extra fat around her waist, Stuart's slight smile, despite his usually cold expression, was enough for everyone to notice.

Stuart turned to look at the Gryffindor table, observing the group of James and his companions who, despite their obvious guilt and willingness to resort to bribery, remained unmoved. Though his gaze was as unwavering as ever, the slight upturn of his lips exerted considerable psychological pressure on James and his group.

James awkwardly chatted with Lily beside him about topics he didn't even understand; Lupin smiled wryly, looking down at the table as if there was a beautiful white she-wolf there; Peter trembled as he tried to put food in his mouth, but after wiping his mouth several times without success, he had to give up, seemingly also interested in the little she-wolf, staring at the table with Lupin; Sirius hurriedly grabbed a drink from the table, poured it into his mouth without even looking, only to find that it was his least favorite drink, pumpkin juice, and the sticky texture made the brainless dog gag under the table.

Seeing that Stuart still showed no sign of removing the smile from his lips, Blanche slapped his forehead hard and shouted.

"Ha! How foolish I was to try to influence you with words. Now, come with me. You need treatment, no, you need an experiment."

Grabbing Stuart's hand, Blanche strode out of the hall, shouting loudly without turning back.

“If you dare to follow, once Stuart recovers… you can imagine the consequences.”

In the hall, the group exchanged awkward glances, none daring to follow. Even those unfamiliar with Stuart who stood up were quickly ushered back to their seats by their friends, who earnestly advised them...

You know nothing about fear.

After closing the lab door, Blanche pointed to the empty cage in the corner and spoke irritably.

"Whatever makes you happy, we need to start the experiment now. Calm down. Also, are there really Thestrals here? Even if I can't see them because I've never seen death, there should be some sound, right? Why is there no sound at all?"

Stuart rubbed his face, trying to suppress the smirk on his lips, but failed again. Giving up on further rubbing his face, Stuart smiled and pointed to a man in the other corner of the lab.

"If you want to know if there's a Thestral, just kill him and witness death firsthand. Oh, and remember not to damage his heart; I'll need it later."

The man, bound by thick iron chains, slumped against the wall, clearly unconscious. He was a werewolf, an experimental subject captured by West from the Forbidden Forest. After numerous experiments, he was no longer of much use. If Stuart hadn't placed some modified werewolves in the lab that would periodically crawl into his mouth to feed him, he probably would have starved to death during his vacation.

In fact, this is how the laboratory's experimental subjects are fed, since Stuart couldn't possibly come to Hogwarts to feed them frequently during the holidays.

"Good idea, let's kill him."

A satisfied smile spread across Blanche's face. With a flick of her wand, she transformed a scrap of paper into a scalpel. With a gentle touch, the scalpel plunged into the werewolf's eye, and the werewolf died without even waking up, without a trace of pain.

After confirming the werewolf's death, Blanche looked at the cage again. Inside, which had previously appeared empty, stood a black monster. It had a dragon-like head but a horse-like body, every bone clearly visible. A cluster of bat wings were tucked into its body; clearly, the cage was too small for it to spread its excessively large wings. At that moment, the monster's large, pupil-less, silvery-white eyes stared unblinkingly at her.

Seeing the ominous monster staring at him, Blanche's expression became quite interesting. After several changes, he finally clicked his tongue and turned his head away.

“Stuart, what’s there to study about Thestrals? I don’t understand what’s so interesting about studying these animals. If you still want to study bloodlines, I can only say that even if you drained this skeleton-like creature dry, you probably wouldn’t be able to collect a full cup of blood.”

"Relax, senior. Don't let fear and anger take over your mind. Although Thestrals are seen as symbols of misfortune and bad luck, that's all nonsense. You need to know that they are for pulling carriages at Hogwarts. The school would never allow creatures that bring bad luck to pick up students."

As tidying up the experimental equipment, Stuart's smile remained, but his voice returned to its icy tone.

Blanche took a deep breath of the air, which carried a faint smell of werewolf blood, and her expression calmed down.

"How embarrassing! To lose your composure over a magical creature. By the way, junior, you just said they were pulling the carriages for Hogwarts. Are those self-driving carriages that are pulled by them every year when school starts?"

"That's right, it's these little guys pulling the carts. Because you can't see them without witnessing death firsthand, and they're very quiet, almost making no sound, so everyone always thought those carts were moving automatically. Alright, now that things have returned to normal, let's get ready to start the experiment. I'll slowly explain to you what we can study about them during the experiment."

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Chapter Forty: Granting You a Majestic Appearance

"Before I speak, let me test your general knowledge. Tell me, what are the characteristics of a god?"

After opening the cage door and leading the Thestral out onto the testing table, Stuart clapped his hands, looked at Blanche, and waited for her answer.

"Gods do not exist. Those who are called gods are at most powerful beings who are revered, worshipped, and given the name of gods simply because of their power. If an omnipotent god truly exists, could he create a stone that he cannot lift? If he could, then he is not omnipotent because he cannot lift the stone. If he cannot, then it further proves that gods are not omnipotent."

Blanche curled her lip in disdain and slowly put on her gloves. Clearly, she held those gods worshipped by the masses in contempt.

"Okay, although I'm surprised by the breadth of your knowledge, senior, that you even know those Muggle philosophical questions, I'm not asking about the existence of God, but rather about the characteristics of God."

Seeing the confused look on Blanche's face, Stuart raised an eyebrow slightly.

"Alright, it seems my question has left you confused. Indeed, God has so many characteristics that if we keep guessing, who knows how long it would take. I'll just tell you directly."

One of the characteristics of God is that mortals cannot see His true face or hear His voice.