Infinite Chimera Creation

"Of course I'm willing. As I just said, this magic is rudimentary, low-level, and outdated. Compared to the much-developed and sophisticated Legilimency, if it weren't for its ability to read ancient memories, there would be no need to learn it at all."

Voldemort lived up to his reputation as a genius, mastering the simple spell in just a few minutes. Stuart smiled with satisfaction as he watched Voldemort hold the vampire's heart in one hand and lightly point his wand at him with the other. Although everything he had said since entering the underground had been a lie, the only things he hadn't lied about were ancient memories and blood magic.

This sole truth was something he had prepared specifically to convince Dumbledore and Voldemort. Although Stuart already possessed a complete theory of ancient memories and blood magic by his fourth year, he still spent the entire sixth-year summer vacation actually beginning his research.

In retrospect, years of preparation have not been in vain; everyone, including that ever-smiling old fox, has fallen into the trap.

The scenery changed once again, with an endless expanse of azure replacing the anxious iron gray. Patches of white clouds, soaring griffins, and sky rays taking flight—everything that could be described as "high" was now beneath their feet.

At this untouched, highest point, a dark continent floated silently. Suddenly, this continent, exuding an aura of antiquity and antiquity, began to tremble. A grand voice resounded from within it.

“Phoenix, your authority is merely the resurrection of a lower being, while my authority is a higher cycle of reincarnation. Do you think you can escape my perception? I know you are there. Come out.”

Silently, a small orange flame appeared out of thin air. Even though there was nothing to support its burning in the thin air high above, the flickering flame showed no sign of extinguishing; instead, it burned even more fiercely.

“Jormungand, I never intended to evade your senses. I came here to find you.”

As a gentle female voice rang out, the ball of flame gradually transformed into a woman dressed in a fiery red dress. The gentle smile on her face even softened the violent air currents surrounding her, turning them into a gentle breeze.

The continent trembled even more violently. After a flash of dim light, the boundless continent vanished, replaced by a middle-aged man in a black short-sleeved shirt with a dignified face. It was astonishing that the seemingly endless continent had actually been the body of this very man, Jormangand.

"Looking for me? Phoenix, I thought we were friends, but I never expected even you would try to stop me!"

Jorman Gand glared angrily at Phoenix. He didn't make a single move, but the space around Phoenix began to distort because of his gaze, and even tiny spatial cracks appeared.

Phoenix gently flicked his sleeves, the long hem brushing past the dangerous spatial rifts, repairing them without revealing any power.

"Jormangand, why are you so angry? When you made up your mind to do this, you should have expected that I would come to stop you."

Phoenix's smile remained unchanged, as if smiling had become her instinct, but the sadness in her eyes betrayed her true emotions. Seeing that trace of sorrow, Jormungand gave a bitter smile, his anger dissipating.

"Yes, I knew it when I made the decision. I knew you wouldn't understand me or support me. I knew that one of us would die."

Phoenix's smile grew softer, but the sadness in her eyes deepened. Her voice, though tinged with tears, remained beautifully melodious.

"Why must we leave this world? For thousands of years, haven't we been living happily? We're like family, sharing both joy and sorrow with each other."

"Why?! You actually ask me why! I'd like to ask you all why, why can you tolerate being locked up in this cage-like world!"

As if a sore spot had been touched, Jormangand became agitated again. He swung his hand sharply to his side, as if slapping something, creating a huge hole in the air beside him. Waves of air erupted around him, but they couldn't even lift the hem of his clothes.

"We are legends! Our existence is an epic! We are worshipped by all living beings! Bearing the expectations of all beings, we should constantly improve and grow stronger, setting an example for all beings to see that their path is not over! They can continue! But look at you! You were the most hardworking beings in the world, you never rested, but what about now? After gaining power, after gaining immortality, have you made any effort? No, you haven't. You've been satisfied, you've stopped!"

Therefore, because of your cessation, all beings felt despair. They believed that power was the pinnacle. The pinnacle had been occupied by us, and their path had been blocked. Thus, the once vibrant world, where all life strived towards the pinnacle, vanished. In its place is this despicable world where all living beings are apathetic, only thinking of how to scheme against enemies, rivals, and even allies!

Seemingly calming down, Jorman Gand took a deep breath, creating another large vacuum.

"So, for the sake of all living beings in this world, while you stop, we are still moving forward. Now, we have found the path forward, and we will take the next step, reach greater heights, and use our actions to tell all living beings that their path is still unobstructed, that they still have the possibility to move forward, and that they can still leave everything behind and just keep running forward."

Slowly, Jormangand opened his arms and looked down at the earth beneath his feet.

"That simple and beautiful world will surely return once again because of the step we take."

Phoenix's sadness deepened, and she slowly reached out her hand, as if to caress Jormungand's face.

“But, Jormungand, if you fail, the world will be devastated. At that time, we will lose not only the world we have now, but also the world we have now, let alone move forward.”

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Chapter 51 Our Dreams Will All Come True

"Failure? Loss?"

Jorman Gand's expression was as if he had heard something ridiculous; his eyes widened as he stared intently at Phoenix.

"On our path to power, every step we take is accompanied by the possibility of failure and loss. This time is no different; we are simply risking everything to move forward! Moreover, we have prepared a backup plan. Even if we all perish this time, and the world is devastated, as long as those children who inherit our bloodline do not give up, someone will eventually rekindle my bloodline, become the new Mortal Serpent, return to the position of power, and restore this world. At that time, he will try again, try to break free from this cage!"

When everything before them returned to its iron-gray hue, the wizards still felt like they were dreaming. They had thought that seeing wolves as large as mountains and spiders as numerous as waves meant nothing more could surprise them. But both Jormungand and Phoenix showed them what true legend and tale were.

What shocked them most was that Jormungandr said that anyone who could awaken his bloodline could regain power and restore the world to its original state. Voldemort had awakened this memory with his own blood, meaning...

Voldemort could potentially become the source of power.

Everyone stared at Voldemort in shock. Even Voldemort himself held his hands up in front of him in disbelief, as if he were seeing himself for the first time.

"In fact, there are two descendants of those in power here?"

A cheerful voice rang out, and Stuart spoke calmly amidst the astonished gazes of the crowd.

“Professor Dumbledore, I invited you here today because your bloodline is that of the golden dragon Crom Kruyach, the god of the sun, the god of harvest, and the god of death in Celtic legend.”

This time, everyone's gaze turned strange, their eyes scanning back and forth between the two. These two were originally mortal enemies; could it be that after they gained power, they would engage in an endless struggle over the long years?

"I think you're probably a little confused right now because of the news you just heard. Let me explain it to you."

First, Lord Voldemort, if you successfully activate your bloodline and become the Authority, then the immortality you dream of will naturally come into your hands.

Next, Professor Dumbledore, isn't what you're pursuing now the peaceful coexistence of Muggles and wizards? After the world is restored, there will be no Muggles at all. Under the abundant magical energy, anyone can learn magic. At that time, your dream will naturally come true.

And then there are you, Death Eaters. You no longer need to worry about your children's talents. You may not know, but modern wizards, whether nobles or Muggles, all have the blood of legendary animals within them. That's right, the blood of those animals you just saw. It is these bloodlines that allow you to cast spells.

If the world returns to a high level of magical energy, those bloodlines will inevitably awaken partially, granting you powerful talents. As for character training for your children, it's even more unnecessary. Your so-called family traditions, such as the Malfoys' coldness, are actually formed under the influence of bloodlines. If your children awaken their bloodlines, they will only be more like qualified family heirs than you are.

Next, it's your turn, the Order of the Phoenix. Your problem is actually the same as Professor Dumbledore's: once the distinction between Muggles and wizards disappears, your problem ceases to exist.

Finally, there is myself. My dream is to restore those legendary lives, to restore that world buried in the long-forgotten memories of bloodlines. As long as the bloodline of authority returns to the throne of heaven, my dream will be realized.

In this way, all our dreams will come true!

As Stuart finished speaking, hope shone in everyone's eyes as they looked expectantly at Voldemort and Dumbledore, as if hoping they would immediately transform into the python and the golden dragon.

Faced with so many expectant gazes, Dumbledore couldn't help but smile wryly. Although Stuart claimed to have the blood of a golden dragon, and neither he nor anyone else doubted it, he simply didn't know how to awaken that bloodline. In his hundred years of life, he had never felt any golden dragon blood.

Voldemort's expression was not so pleasant. He had originally thought that only he possessed the bloodline of authority, but now that Dumbledore also had that bloodline representing supreme power, his joy was mixed with a bit of resentment.

Stuart gently adjusted his glasses and smiled slightly at Voldemort.

"My lord, you need not be displeased that Professor Dumbledore also possesses the bloodline of authority. The professor's bloodline authority is death, and a small amount of harvest and light, while your bloodline authority is reincarnation. Resurrection is a branch of the power of reincarnation. In other words, if the professor wants to resurrect his sister, he will still need your help."

Dumbledore turned excitedly to Voldemort. He knew that when Stuart had said, "What is it! That we just want to be with our families, but we can never find them again!", the Ravenclaw genius was referring to his sister. However, Stuart had skipped over this point in his analysis, focusing instead on the issue of Muggles and wizards, which filled the old headmaster with a profound disappointment. But he comforted himself, thinking, "Seeing everyone living in peace, my sister will surely be happy."

But just as he was about to give up hope, Stuart said, "Voldemort can resurrect your sister." Overwhelmed with emotion, the old man completely disregarded the fact that the sullen-faced fellow was his enemy, and that they had just fought a few days ago. He stared at Voldemort with pleading eyes.

Seeing the old man who had been at odds with him since he was in school back down, Voldemort's gloomy expression vanished, replaced by a satisfied smile.

Neither the Death Eaters nor the Order of the Phoenix realized that all of them, including their leader, were deeply affected by Stuart's simple words. Stuart wanted them to be filled with grief and indignation, and they were filled with grief and indignation; Stuart wanted them to be filled with joy, and they were filled with joy.

Unaware of anything amiss, Voldemort looked at Stuart with a smug smile, as if he had become a colossal serpent coiled in the heavens, while Stuart was merely a subservient subject.

"You wanted my blood in the first place to find Jormungand's bloodline memories, right? Although you've been hiding something from me, I'm satisfied with your research results. However, I have one more question."

PS1: Regarding yesterday afternoon's update, many friends commented that it was too weak. I want to clarify that in my setting, bloodlines in the Harry Potter world influence personality. I depicted a Jorman Gandhi with a heart for the world, to represent his descendants. Voldemort was also someone with a heart for the world. Perhaps he would make mistakes, but he was still not the mentally deranged madman from the original books.

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Chapter Fifty-Two: Planning

Seemingly oblivious to Voldemort's sudden change in arrogant attitude, Stuart bowed slightly.

"I wonder what questions you may have, sir? If I know the answer, I will answer them without reservation."

Voldemort nodded in satisfaction. After seeing Jorman Gand's bloodline memories, he believed he had found the reason why Stuart had always treated him with such respect. At this moment, he no longer felt ironic that Stuart was more powerful than him yet treated him with such deference, because his bloodline was nobler than anyone else's.

The fact that he possessed the noblest blood in the world overwhelmed Voldemort, who had always been ashamed of being a half-breed, a shame so profound that he needed to mask it with arrogance. He was consumed by ecstasy. Like a king surveying his palace, Voldemort looked around the laboratory—the very place that had previously filled him with a profound sense of impending death—with unprecedented ease, not even glancing at Stuart, and spoke in a light, cheerful tone.

“I see many powerful beings here, such as that griffin and that scorpion. They are even more powerful than the Hydra you gave me. Why don’t I see any signs of weakness in them?”

Stuart adjusted his glasses, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes. He had thought that after witnessing the power of those legendary creatures, Voldemort would have forgotten about the degraded young Hydra. But now it seemed that this Dark Lord, known for his ruthlessness, genuinely liked the child; even in his madness, he was still concerned about its condition.

After all, it concerned the fate of his work, and Stuart had no intention of deceiving Voldemort on this matter.

"I think I can answer that question. I think it's because of the different food. My children usually eat energy-rich foods like those from giants, vampires, and magical creatures, while your Hydra, if I'm not mistaken, eats ordinary food. If you need it, I can give you some special feed before you leave to help Hydra recover quickly."

Voldemort nodded in satisfaction, not refusing Stuart's gift, and instead inquired about the matter he was most concerned about.

"Since you dream of restoring the life of authority, and have even created legendary beings like the Griffin and the Hydra, can your current technology place me and Dumbledore on the throne of authority?"

Stuart gave a genuine, wry smile and shook his head helplessly.

"Unfortunately, although I have mastered the potion that can revert life to its ancestral form and create some legendary life forms, there is still a hurdle I have not overcome, and that is energy, or rather, magic power. Reverting life to its ancestral form requires a large amount of magic power, and the more powerful the ancestor, the greater the amount of magic power required. So far, I have not found a source of magic power that can support the emergence of beings of authority, and I don't even have enough energy to support the emergence of legendary animals."

"Magic?"

Upon hearing that the lack of magic prevented him from completing his bloodline reversion, Voldemort surprisingly didn't become angry. Instead, he frowned and muttered to himself, as if he had remembered something.

"A lot of magic power, I need a lot of magic power, a lot of magic power..."

Seeing Voldemort's reaction, a glint of joy flashed in Stuart's eyes. This was precisely why he had summoned Voldemort and Dumbledore. Although his strength was undoubtedly greater than theirs, his accumulated experience was far inferior. These veteran, powerful wizards usually possessed knowledge that others did not.

After years of fruitless searching, Stuart placed his hopes on Dumbledore and Voldemort, betting they knew where to find sufficient magic. Even if he lost the gamble, Stuart wouldn't lose anything; he was stronger than Voldemort and Dumbledore, and even if they were enraged, they couldn't threaten him.

In hindsight, Stuart's gamble paid off; Voldemort clearly knew something.

"I think if magic is needed, I might know some information."

Finally, Voldemort raised his head and said the words Stuart most wanted to hear.

Voldemort crossed his arms, tapping his arm with his fingers, seemingly somewhat excited.

"When I was young, I went to Albania in search of vampires and encountered some, some magical and powerful creatures. Yes, powerful. They seemed more dangerous to me than Dumbledore, only slightly weaker than the scorpion I just saw, and about the same size as that griffin. Then I saw... elves chasing after them."

Yes, they are elves. They say they come from the land of elves and have come to take those animals back. I think that land of elves, capable of nurturing and supporting such powerful life forms, must possess extremely rich magic. The problem is, we can't find the land of elves.”

"Are there still elves alive? Does the Elf Kingdom really exist?"

Stuart's eyes gleamed with excitement; he had already foreseen success.

"If the Elf Kingdom truly exists, then our problems are much smaller. Although we cannot find that hidden Elf Kingdom, we can persuade the elves within to open its gates."

Stuart frequently adjusted his glasses, sending shivers down the spine of everyone in the laboratory, from Death Eaters to the Order of the Phoenix.

"In all legends, elves are proud and value their companions. If I find a young life with elven blood and revert it to its ancestral form, then the elves of the Elven Kingdom will open the gates of the Elven Kingdom, whether out of pride that they do not allow their kind to live on the filthy ground, or to prevent the newborn elves from dying on the ground due to lack of magical replenishment."

“But when the elves descended last time, I didn’t sense a large amount of magic. The elves should have a way to control magic and prevent it from leaking out. In that case, even if the gates of the Elven Kingdom are opened, we won’t be able to use the magic inside.”