Infinite Chimera Creation

"Fellow members of the Order of the Phoenix..."

But just as Dumbledore's booming voice rang out, even louder sounds came from the depths of the forest, as if wild beasts had been invaded. Even with Dumbledore's composure, being interrupted so soon after he began to speak left him somewhat embarrassed. Seeing Dumbledore's awkward smile, Voldemort laughed heartily and led the Death Eaters into the forest.

Unlike the Order of the Phoenix, the Death Eaters didn't need Voldemort's special instructions; they would naturally follow their leader.

Stuart remained calm throughout the journey, even occasionally greeting giant purple spiders, six-armed mantises, and lizards with heads ringing around their shoulders that darted out from the roadside. However, his companions were far less composed. Even Dumbledore, a nearly century-old monster, turned ashen-faced at the sight of these daunting creatures, his eyelids twitching incessantly, prompting James, who had initially been terrified by the monsters, to burst into laughter.

To hide his fear, Sirius chuckled twice and said to Peter beside him.

"I guarantee that if Hagrid came, he would be overjoyed. He loves these dangerous big guys, but unfortunately Dumbledore won't let him come."

Peter shrugged. His intuition told him that Sirius was in trouble, and it was best not to get involved at a time like this.

"If that big guy comes, I guarantee he won't die of joy. That brainless bastard will be thinking he's being gentle, saying something like, 'Oh, lovely child. Let me see you,' and then, like his brain has been eaten by a dog, he'll try to touch those children that belong only to me."

These children are hostile to every living being except me, including their own brothers and sisters. If that fool dares to reach out, I guarantee he'll die a very gruesome death in three seconds. Yes, only in death does that ugly creature become as beautiful as a flower. Did you see that six-sworded mantis just now? Even a giant, that child could unleash two hundred and seventy-nine slashes in three seconds, turning him into a pile of minced meat. And in this jungle, there are many children like that.”

Sirius Black would swear on his favorite mustache that he had never seen Stuart so excited in all his years. He watched Stuart with concern.

“Stuart, what happened to you? I mean, you’re usually so calm, but you’re completely different now.”

Taking a deep breath, Stuart tried to calm himself down. Although he had strong self-control and was trying hard to manage it, seven years of fruitless exploration had begun to cause his frustration to erupt intermittently. When he heard Sirius say that he wanted to let that idiot he disliked the most touch these works that he treasured in the underground jungle, that frustration suddenly burst out, causing him to swear, which was uncharacteristic of him.

Stuart rubbed his temples, suppressing the rising irritation within him.

“I’m fine, just a little irritable. Sirius, I’m sorry, I know Hagrid is your friend, and I’m sorry for speaking ill of your friend in front of you. I didn’t mean it, it wasn’t directed at him.”

After Sirius indicated he didn't mind, Stuart continued to lead the way in silence. Having witnessed what had just happened, the group became even more silent, and no one spoke until they reached their destination.

Their destination was Stuart's laboratory in the jungle. The laboratory was unremarkable, much like the one above ground—ordinary and inconspicuous. If it weren't located deep within a dangerous underground jungle, it would likely have gone completely unnoticed.

"I thought that a laboratory in a place like this would have vines hanging on the exterior walls, huge spiders crawling on the roof, venomous snakes hiding in the shadows, and a three-headed dog squatting at the door. I didn't expect it to be so ordinary."

Voldemort seemed somewhat disappointed that the laboratory before him was not what he had imagined, his face full of regret. In the Dark Lord's mind, a secret place like a laboratory not only had to be heavily guarded, but also had to be terrifying in appearance, ideally enough to scare away or even kill any intruders with its mere sight. The Dark Mark was drawn by Voldemort with the purpose of scaring his enemies to death.

In fact, the Death Eaters in this era are more like a revolutionary army determined to overthrow a corrupt government than a terrorist organization. However, it is because of the Dark Lord's outward intimidation that the Death Eaters' reputation has become almost the same as in the original story.

Without telling Voldemort that even more terrifying protective measures were hidden beneath their feet, Stuart walked straight into the laboratory.

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Chapter Forty-Eight: What followed was a miracle!

Upon entering the laboratory, the group quickly realized that it differed from the one on the ground, which was covered with various experimental equipment. This place resembled a specimen storage room. Looking around, the entire laboratory contained no experimental equipment, only various animals submerged in a transparent liquid.

But what did Stuart bring everyone to this place to see? His collection of animals?

Although he noticed the confusion on everyone's face, Stuart had no desire to explain further. He tapped on the wall and spoke softly.

"Karim, bring the things here."

Not long after he finished speaking, a rustling sound came from the shadows of the laboratory, and soon a scorpion the size of a person crawled out. The scorpion looked very ordinary; apart from its large size, it had nothing special about it. Compared to the strange-looking monsters in the jungle outside, it was as ordinary as a passerby.

But this seemingly ordinary scorpion instilled in everyone a fear they had never felt before. For no apparent reason, their intuition told them that if this scorpion harbored any murderous intent, it could instantly kill anyone present. Even Dumbledore and Voldemort couldn't help but draw their wands, their expressions turning cautious.

This scorpion is more dangerous than all the monsters we've seen combined. This realization dawned on everyone's minds.

When Karim approached the group, their robes were soaked with cold sweat, and some of the less courageous had even begun to back away. However, Karim paid no heed to their actions, gently placing a box about half the size of a person in front of Stuart before retreating back into the darkness amidst a rustling sound.

Although Karim had left, the wizards still felt that a cold gaze was watching them from the darkness, and that the owner of that gaze could take their lives at any moment.

Seeing the wizards' tense expressions, Stuart frowned. With them in such a state of mind, the rest of the process would be impossible to proceed.

“I don’t think you need to worry about Karim suddenly going berserk and killing you all. He is the most controllable of all the modified beings. Without my order to attack, even if he is beaten to death, he will not retaliate. This conclusion has been verified over more than ten years, so you can trust it.”

The wizards chuckled dryly, but none dared to question or contradict Stuart. Who knew if this guy would go berserk and have the monster kill them all because of being questioned? Dumbledore, Voldemort, and a few other wizards, however, calmed down because of Stuart's words.

Now that the vicious dog called death has come to our side, since we are powerless to resist that dangerous big dog, we might as well listen to what the person holding the leash has to say.

Seeing that Dumbledore and Voldemort had returned to normal, Stuart nodded in satisfaction. His only targets were these two; the state of the other wizards was irrelevant to him. Even if those useless wizards scared him to death, it would only give Karim an extra task of cleaning up the laboratory trash.

With a gentle tap of the wand, a purple light shone from the box. As the light faded, the box slowly opened before everyone. However, what lay inside left them wide-eyed, unable to believe their eyes.

Inside the box were hearts, and even though they were exposed to the air, they beat powerfully as if they were still inside their owner's chest.

Picking up a heart at random, Stuart quietly introduced it to everyone.

"As I just said, my turning point was vampires, and what I have in my hands are vampire hearts. I used a special method to preserve their vitality, allowing them to continue to live even after leaving their owner's body."

Well, before we get to the main topic, I think it's necessary to introduce some things to help you understand what I'm about to show you. Vampires are experts in blood and bloodlines. Yes, although they are despicable and filthy creatures, their power over blood is undeniable. They can even read fragments of the memories of their blood's owner through blood. And what I'm about to talk about is related to this ability.

Stuart pushed up his glasses with his free hand, a cold smile playing on his lips.

"During an experiment with vampires, I accidentally discovered that, using a vampire's heart as a medium, wizards could also use the ability to extract memories from blood. At the time, I didn't take it seriously, since this ability was much less advanced than Legilimency. Not only did it require the blood of the person being read, but it also couldn't obtain the complete memories one wanted; it could only randomly obtain fragments of memories, which might even be as simple as whether yesterday's pumpkin juice tasted good."

"I kept this ability dormant for about a year, until one day, I suddenly wanted to see what England was like a thousand years ago. To that end, I found an animal with an ancient bloodline—yes, its bloodline was indeed very ancient, even older than a thousand years. I purified that ancient bloodline, and then, using my enhanced ability, read the memories within that ancient blood. And then…"

Stuart spread his arms wide, looked up, and a look of fervor and longing appeared on his face.

"...I witnessed a miracle!"

If the person who just uttered those words in an aria had been a cult leader, the crowd below would probably be kneeling and shouting "Long live God XX!" But it was Stuart speaking. Just the thought that the one uttering such seductive words was the usually cold-faced Stuart sent a shiver down their spines, like a herd of alpacas stampeding through their hearts. Their expressions even became somewhat distorted.

Seeing the strange expressions on everyone's faces, Stuart secretly curled his lip, thinking to himself...

"So I'm not suited for this kind of deception? Oh well, my plan is flawless, they definitely won't find any flaws."

Reverting to his cold, aloof demeanor, Stuart crushed the heart in his hand, smearing it on the forehead of a six-legged wolf beside him while explaining to Dumbledore and the others.

"Don't think of these little guys as specimens. They are all alive, just in a dormant state. If the person who comes in doesn't have a guardian on their body—the child who opened the passage for us—and doesn't have their secretions, these children will instantly awaken and kill all the intruders."

"No, no, no, we're not curious about these things being alive. We're curious about how a frail wizard like you got the strength to crush a heart like that." Dumbledore and Voldemort exchanged a glance, both seeing the same thought in each other's expressions.

Stuart simply dismissed the fascinating expressions on Dumbledore's and the others' faces as signs of constipation, easily ignoring them. He tapped the wolf's forehead with his wand and whispered...

"Then, the miracle will happen."

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Chapter Forty-Nine: We are in pain!

After the black wand emitted a bewitching crimson light, the wizards witnessed a miracle.

The mesmerizing red light unfolded like a slowly unfurling curtain, gradually spreading until it filled everyone's vision. As red became the dominant color in their eyes, a wondrous world appeared before them.

The endless mountain ranges replaced the cold laboratory, and verdant green replaced the iron gray. In an instant, the wizards seemed to have returned to prehistoric times, with boundless jungles taking over the entire world, and all traces of humanity vanished.

Before the wizards, a colossal wolf, as large as a mountain, lazily raised its head and gazed at the sky. Their eyes followed its gaze, and in the unprecedentedly clear sky, a flock of birds larger than oxen were slowly flying overhead. As if yawning, the wolf's jaws parted at a wide angle, and suddenly, several ice spikes, as blue as the ocean, shot from its mouth into the sky, easily piercing several of the giant birds circling high above. Standing amidst the dust kicked up by the falling birds, all the wizards seemed stunned, their eyes glazed over, speechless.

Suddenly, the prehistoric world vanished, and everything before them returned to the iron-gray laboratory. The stark contrast left the wizards momentarily disoriented, even causing them to doubt what they had just witnessed.

"Well, humans are so foolish. They deny what they can't accept. No explanation needed, just look at your expressions. Luckily, I anticipated your reaction and prepared plenty of vampire hearts. We can keep watching until you admit it. Okay, more silence. You keep quiet about things you can't judge, so you can take the blame when problems arise, right? How annoying."

Picking up another heart, Stuart grumbled as he extended his wand once more towards a giant, three-eyed lizard. Instantly, the world before them shifted again, the iron gray replaced by a scorching red, and even within this fleeting memory, the air seemed thick with the stench of sulfur.

Here, at the heart of the volcano! Scorching lava churns, threatening to erupt at any moment. Yet, within this sweltering lava, where no life could possibly survive, an enormous red dragon lazily dozes, its two blood-red eyes, larger than a human, narrowed into slits. But no one thinks he's let his guard down, for the golden vertical eye in the center of its forehead vigilantly watches the crater above, no life able to escape the gaze of this golden eye.

Once again, the vision turned iron gray. Stuart didn't say anything, but directly grabbed another heart and extracted the bloodline memory of a tiger.

A tiger with wings on its back, snow-white fur, and eyes that could shoot lightning; a golden eagle with nine heads on its neck, feathers like steel needles, capable of crossing the sea in an instant; a toad with large flowers on its body, skin as fine as steel, capable of growing towering trees with a light stomp of its foot; a giant serpent with purple flames burning on its body, a hundred eyes on its head, capable of dissolving a huge rock with a single spit. All sorts of monsters, both from legends and not from legends, appeared before the wizards, displaying their terrifyingly powerful abilities.

No matter how much the wizards denied what they were seeing, after witnessing hundreds of monsters, they could no longer deceive themselves. They had no choice but to admit it.

"Our world was so beautiful and colorful millions of years ago."

Stuart spoke softly, uttering what they were thinking. He opened his arms wide, as if to embrace the world.

"Life forms that can move mountains and fill seas walk on the earth with ease; they are...free! Powerful! And—immortal! They possess everything we pursue, yes, everything. But what is it that makes us, in the present day, not free! Not powerful! And even short-lived!"

"What! Just because we play with our Muggle friends, we get labeled as self-degrading, rejected by our families, and even kicked out of our homes!"

Sirius clenched his fist. In sixth grade, he was kicked out of the Black family after his mother saw him playing with Peter, who came from a Muggle family. From that moment on, he became Sirius, and no longer Sirius Black.

"What is it that makes us feel not the happiness of becoming a father when our wives are pregnant, but worry! Worry that the child born will not have magical talent, and that the family's honor will come to an end!"

Lucius's arm trembled slightly. Yes, his wife Narcissa was pregnant, but he was not happy; worry filled his daily life. Pure-blood wizards had an extremely low fertility rate, and if the child was a Squib, he didn't know if Narcissa would still be able to bear a child for the Malfoy family.

"What is it that forces us to be indifferent, to coldly watch our young children make unnecessary sacrifices for the sake of the family, when we clearly want to embrace and kiss them!"

The Death Eaters pursed their lips, recalling the sorrow of their own childhoods spent weeping in the closet, and the heartache of having to force their children to study—to learn how to be emotionless nobles—despite their own bleeding hearts.

"What is it that forces us to carefully conceal the fact that we are wizards even though we truly love our partners, fearing that if we are exposed, we will lose them completely!"

The members of the Order of the Phoenix couldn't help but tremble. Most of them had a Muggle wife or husband, and they understood the pain of wanting to be happy and joyful but having to be careful and cautious.

"What is it that makes us so fearful when our children go out to play, afraid that they will suddenly go berserk in front of their peers and be seen as monsters?!"

Some Order members whose children weren't yet of school age instinctively covered their eyes, afraid that if they loosened their grip even slightly, tears would stream down their cheeks. They knew, of course, that before the formal schooling of magic, the children were prone to magical outbursts, and if this were exposed, they would be treated like monsters, bullied and ostracized by other children. But they could only console themselves with the thought, "They'll make friends at Hogwarts." Having experienced childhood themselves, they knew that eleven years of childhood could never be made up for.

"What is it that makes us want to be with our families, but we can never find them again!"

Dumbledore gripped his rough wand tighter, his white beard trembling slightly. He knew, he understood, that Stuart was referring to his dead sister.

"What is it that makes us, who simply want to realize our dreams, only to be condemned as darkness, and over time, even come to call ourselves darkness and regard our dreams as evil?"

Voldemort's robes billowed even without wind; his violently fluctuating emotions made it impossible for him to control his magic. Yes, his dream had been considered evil from the very beginning by Dumbledore and his followers. Even after graduation, when he formed his own organization, he self-destructively called himself the Dark Lord. But was it wrong for him to want to live, simply because he didn't want to die?

Stuart glanced around, meeting the eyes of all the wizards. He was pleased to see the pain, confusion, and longing in their eyes! He abruptly turned to look at Voldemort.

"Do you remember the blood I asked you for? It gave me the answer! Now, give me a little more of your blood, and I will reveal to everyone the reason why we live such a difficult and painful life!"

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Chapter Fifty: A Legend!

Although somewhat agitated by Stuart's words, Voldemort was, after all, the Dark Lord, and his excitement did not cloud his judgment. He lightly rubbed his wand with his thumb and put on a businesslike smile.

"Unveiling the secrets of the world is such an exciting thing, I'd love to try it myself. Stuart, would you be willing to teach me this magic so I can do it myself?"

Stuart adjusted his glasses slightly, a cold smile playing on his lips.