Infinite Chimera Creation

Voldemort frowned, expressing his skepticism about Stuart's ideas, which he considered far too idealistic.

Stuart gave a cold smile, his voice growing even colder.

"Control? As long as you drink the potion of reversion when the Elven Kingdom opens its gates and begin your transformation into Yormangand, the entire world will help you draw magic from the Elven Kingdom. Although the world is already weakened, that kind of power is not something the elves can resist."

"The world will help me? What does that mean?"

Voldemort, noticing that Stuart had said something he didn't know, asked a question with some confusion. Dumbledore, clearly also interested in the question, looked at Stuart and awaited his answer.

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Chapter Fifty-Three: Such a trivial matter, no need to worry about it.

"Do you remember what Jormungand said at the end? He said that when the new World Serpent returns to the throne of Authority, it will restore the world. I think he didn't mean that the newly born Authority would voluntarily restore the world, since he couldn't be sure if his bloodline would be willing to restore it. He meant that as long as a new Authority is born, the world will automatically recover. The existence of Authority life must be of great benefit to the world, such as helping the severely injured world recover; otherwise, why would the world bestow Authority upon those life forms?"

Stuart adjusted his glasses and waved confidently.

"Therefore, when a new life form of authority is conceived, if the world cannot supply magic, it can only watch helplessly as its hope of recovery slips away. But if there is a vast source of magic, how could it not desperately help that new life form of authority plunder magic?"

Under the stunned gaze of the crowd, Stuart spoke eloquently.

"Now the difficulty of my experiment has decreased from finding a magical source that can support the emergence of beings with authority to finding a source that can support the emergence of beings with legend. Although it is still very difficult, the hope is not so slim."

Recalling the magical power of the elf he had first encountered, and then recalling a certain treasure in his possession, Voldemort pondered for a moment.

"Speaking of the magical power that supports the appearance of legendary creatures, I do have something that contains a large amount of magical power. Although it may be a drop in the ocean for supporting the appearance of beings with authority, it should be enough to support the appearance of a legendary being."

Hearing that Voldemort actually possessed a usable source of magic, Stuart became even more satisfied. A problem that had troubled him for many years had been resolved in just a few hours during their meeting, which filled Stuart with excitement.

"If you can use the magic source in your possession, my lord, the only thing left to do is to find a life form with elven blood."

An excited look appeared on Stuart's face. His long-held goal was about to be achieved. Even someone as stoic as him probably couldn't hide his emotions.

"Well then, although it's unlikely that anyone here has elven blood, please leave some of your blood. After you leave your blood, you can leave. I'm going to start the experiment. Remember to follow Karim when you leave, otherwise none of you will survive."

Faced with Stuart's rude dismissal, Voldemort was initially furious, but quickly calmed down, a satisfied and relaxed expression appearing on his face. A researcher who became completely absorbed in his work was far more reassuring than the previously flawless Stuart, who had manipulated everyone and made them dance to his tune.

Voldemort nodded, signaling the Death Eaters to let the research madman, clearly engrossed in his study, draw blood. The Death Eaters, naturally, dared not defy Voldemort, obediently extending their arms for Stuart to draw their blood. In fact, captivated by the perfect world Stuart described, they had no intention of refusing him at all.

The members of the Order of the Phoenix, who also longed for a better world, rushed forward to have their blood drawn after obtaining Dumbledore's permission, as if the sooner they drew their blood, the sooner the wonderful world would arrive.

Soon, everyone's blood draw was complete. They exchanged a knowing glance, and without disturbing Stuart who was analyzing the blood, quietly left the laboratory.

On their way out of the underground, no one dared to speak because their guide was the terrifying Karim, fearing for their lives at the hands of this dangerous monster. Even Voldemort remained silent. Although he possessed the bloodline of authority, he didn't believe this monster, who resembled a weapon, understood the nobility of authority and that it was not to be killed.

In Karim's chakra-like eyes, Voldemort saw only coldness and murderous intent.

Only when they were back on the ground did everyone breathe a sigh of relief. Along the way, they had witnessed the terror of Karim. As soon as this monster emerged from the laboratory, the jungle, which had been filled with various cries, instantly fell silent. The path they had taken, from which various monsters had occasionally sprang out, was now spotless, without a single living creature in sight.

Everyone exhaled simultaneously, the originally quiet exhalations merging into a loud commotion. The members of the Order of the Phoenix and the Death Eaters exchanged surprised glances, seeing relaxation, joy, hope, and disbelief on each other's faces, and couldn't help but laugh. For the first time, the Death Eaters and the Order of the Phoenix were in such harmony.

Even Voldemort and Dumbledore smiled at each other. Seeing those bloodline memories and hearing Stuart's descriptions of the world broadened their perspectives considerably, transforming their view from seeing only Britain to seeing the entire world. This shift made them begin to feel that the previous war was just a game, and winning or losing became irrelevant.

Especially in the face of their impending endless lives, this war, which is less than ten years long, seems more like a diversion from life.

Although they have not yet truly ascended the throne of power, their mindsets have already begun to gravitate towards it.

In the underground laboratory, Stuart, who had been testing blood, had already put down his experiment and turned to look at the wall.

"Alright, senior, come out now. They've already left."

A moment after Stuart finished speaking, the wall slowly cracked open, and a very alluring woman emerged. Her face was already somewhat charming, but the silver totems that spread across her arms added an eerie beauty to her.

Those silver totems were unicorn blood vessels that Stuart had transplanted into her. These blood vessels were originally located in the unicorn's horn, and Stuart had gone to great lengths to remove them intact and transplant them into her body. These blood vessels, originally located in the most vital parts of the unicorn, provided Blanche with a large amount of magic power, making her magical power at least seven times that of an ordinary person.

Looking at the lazy woman wearing only a nightgown, Stuart rubbed his temples with a headache. If it weren't for the fact that this woman was indeed very helpful when conducting experiments, he would have turned this woman, who was increasingly treating herself like an outsider, into animal feed long ago.

Stuart pulled a stack of documents from his pocket and tossed them to Blanche, his voice cold with a hint of anger.

"Two weeks ago, the Ministry of Magic reclassified you from missing persons to dead persons. Damn woman, you've been stuck in my lab for four years since you graduated. You haven't even been to the surface a few times, let alone gone home. Do you want to become a subterranean worm?"

Carelessly tossing the documents aside, Blanche sprawled unceremoniously on the lab table, squeezing her ample bosom into an alluring shape. Over the years, this beautiful woman had developed a more mature and sophisticated aura, but her personality had also become increasingly irritating.

Blanche waved lazily, took a can of beverage from the pocket of her white coat, and then pulled a straw from her cleavage. Ignoring Stuart's murderous tone—"That's the straw I used yesterday"—she took a big gulp of the drink.

"Don't worry about such trivial matters. But you, Stuart, are you confident you can find the bloodline of the elves? Even the bloodline of legendary beings isn't so easy to find, is it?"

I don't know if this beautiful and mature woman was referring to being registered as a dead person, or to using the straw that Stuart used.

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Chapter Fifty-Four: An Interesting World

Stuart raised an eyebrow, looking at Blanche with some surprise.

“Didn’t I tell you before? Your blood is that of an elf. Asking those guys to leave their blood was just for show. Otherwise, given Voldemort’s suspicious nature, if I told him I had a ready-made elven descendant and he didn’t need to look for any more, he would definitely become suspicious again. I don’t want to make a mistake on such a detail.”

Even when she first heard that her bloodline was elven, Blanche showed no surprise. Having witnessed so many things that defied human imagination over the years, this small matter no longer surprised her. She simply raised an eyebrow, placed the drink on the lab table, and tilted her head to look at Stuart.

"But I have a bunch of weird stuff on me right now: unicorn veins on my arms, dragon heart tendons in my legs, karim scorpion venom sacs on my fingertips, and a miniature giant heart on the back of my neck. Won't these things affect my atavism?"

Stuart drew his wand and used the Cleansing Spray to remove all the blood left by the wizards. He curled his lip in disdain.

"Do you think I'm one of those brainless quacks on the street? All those things on you were carefully prepared by me. They're similar to imprints, or to put it simply, just some equipment. They have no effect on your bloodline whatsoever."

"Even a quack doctor wouldn't stoop so low as to prostitute himself. But I really didn't expect that. I thought I had been modified to the point of being beyond human, but after hearing you say that, junior, I'm just a human with some high-end weapons installed on my body? How should I put it, I'm a little disappointed."

Blanche gently brushed a strand of hair behind her ear and sighed with a hint of disappointment. As someone who hated humans, as an anomaly among humans, she had always hoped to escape the definition of humanity, even if it meant being transformed into a monster; she didn't want to be human anymore.

As if he hadn't heard the forbidden word "streetwalker," Stuart waved his wand and grabbed himself a drink.

"You're the only one who can still rationally and professionally report on how you felt during and after the modification. How could you possibly use you like a disposable item and break it? Of course, you should be reused. Just like that miniature giant heart on the back of your neck, my idea is to activate that heart with magic to achieve human giantification and transfer all the vital organs of the body. As long as you don't get cut on the back of your neck, you can recover quickly no matter how many injuries you suffer."

However, due to the lack of cooperation from those previous foolish test subjects, the experiment failed completely. Only with you did it succeed; because you accurately reported how you felt after the modifications, I made appropriate adjustments, making you the sole successful subject.

"Forget it, I'm not going to think about human or non-human things anymore. Anyway, I'll be an elf soon."

Blanche adjusted her posture, changing from lying face down on the experimental table to lying on her back.

"Hey junior, I don't know what your goal is, but you're definitely close to achieving it now. So, could you answer a question I've had for a long time?"

Stuart examined Blanche's breasts with interest, comparing them to Lolo's in his memory. He silently concluded, "Indeed, they're too big. That idiot's were much prettier and more pleasing to the eye." The prospect of success and seeing Lolo soon filled Stuart with joy. He raised his drink as if lifting a wine glass at a banquet.

"Tell me, if it's not an important question, I don't mind answering you."

"Ever since I met you, junior, I've been wondering why your bio-modification techniques are so skillful? Because of my hobby, I often look up information related to magical creatures, but even the Hogwarts library only has fragmented knowledge on bio-modification; it's not systematic at all. But the methods you used from the beginning were clearly a well-established set of techniques. When you looked up various materials at Hogwarts, you were just making minor adjustments to those techniques to make them more suitable for you."

Before fifth grade, you used this method continuously. It wasn't until fifth grade that you started innovating and developing your own unique methods of modification. So, where did you get those basic modification techniques? I don't believe the Stuart family's library contains anything so advanced.”

Seemingly oblivious to the fact that she was asking a serious question about Stuart's secrets, Blanche remained sprawled out, her tone unchanged. Stuart, instead of showing anger at having his secrets exposed, seemed somewhat amused.

"I thought you'd ask something interesting, but this is the question I was looking for. The answer is simple: that technique was given to me by a stupid woman, the girlfriend I mentioned before."

Recalling the grand voice that had roared in her mind, Blanche gave a knowing look.

"So, junior, would you mind answering one more question for me?"

With a seductive smile, Blanche sat up and looked seriously into Stuart's eyes, as if the glasses had no effect on her vision.

"The benefits of that Authority Lifeline are tempting even to me, so why did you so carelessly give it to those two? You're not even twenty yet, you have plenty of time to find the source of magic, there's no need to ask those two old guys for help. As for Authority Bloodline, that's a joke, I don't believe you can't change your own bloodline. You said you asked Voldemort for blood, I suppose you can already modify your bloodline with that blood."

Stuart's lips curled into a chillingly pleased smile as he gently pushed up his glasses.

"First, the statement 'there is still a long time' is wrong. I am not willing to wait any longer. I want to end all of this as soon as possible."

Secondly, don't you find those two people interesting? One believes that might makes right and that only by conquering the world with one's fists can happiness be brought to it. The other believes that love is justice and that the world needs to be changed and made better through love and persuasion.

Their completely different beliefs destined them to be adversaries. Their conflict meant that even if they became figures of power and life, their relationship would only end when one of them fell in death.

It's such a pity that these two interesting men, due to their limited strength and influence, could only wage war in Britain. Therefore, I placed them on the throne of power, making their strength and influence sufficient to affect the entire world, and making them virtually indestructible.

Imagine a future world influenced by these two individuals—doesn't that sound interesting?

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Chapter Fifty-Five: Giants

"All setup complete, we can begin."

Stuart did a final check of everything he needed, and after making sure nothing was missing, he clapped his hands, looking somewhat wistful.

"I was wondering what you, sir, could possibly support the reversion of legendary animals to their ancestral forms. I never imagined it would be the legendary Deathly Hallows, the Resurrection Stone. To be honest, if I could find other suitable sources of magic, I really wouldn't want to use such a treasure as a consumable. I would much rather study it and find out its principles."

Voldemort paid no attention to Stuart's exclamation. He just gripped the potion bottle tightly in his hand and stared intently at Blanche, who was holding the Resurrection Stone in his left hand and a potion in his right.

Knowing that Voldemort must be as nervous as a primary school student taking their first exam, Stuart didn't say anything more. If they delayed any longer, it wouldn't be good if the Demon Lord made a hasty escape like a primary school student. He raised his hand, signaling Blanche to drink the potion.

Seeing Stuart's actions, Blanche did not hesitate and drank the obviously large amount of medicine in a few gulps.

Seeing that the first step of the plan had begun, both Dumbledore and Voldemort were extremely nervous, while only Stuart remained calm, confident in his research results.

After drinking the potion, Blanche quickly underwent changes. Just like the hippogriff before her, she first entered a brief state of suspended animation, then began to bleed from various parts of her body. It wasn't until the amount of bleeding almost reached the total blood volume of her body that she entered the next stage of change, which was also the most important change.

Without warning, the Resurrection Stone burst forth with golden light. The dark gem was obscured by the golden light, making it impossible to see clearly. All that could be seen was Blanche's body trembling violently, while he began to groan in pain.

Suddenly, Blanche's trembling stopped, but no one thought the atavism was over, because apart from her skin becoming slightly paler, she showed no other changes. Dumbledore and Voldemort were about to question Stuart when he suddenly pulled them back quickly. During this retreat, Stuart calmly cast a loud voice spell on himself...

"Attention all members of the Order of the Phoenix and the Death Eaters: Get away from Blanche immediately at top speed, or you will face the consequences."

Years of war had left the Death Eaters and Order of the Phoenix members unaware of what was happening, but they still managed to quickly escape Blanche using various methods. The veteran members' skill in escaping amazed the newcomers, who marveled at how these old guys had survived so many years of war.

The fleeing group had barely created some distance, and before they could even regain their footing, they heard a terrifying roar behind them and turned around in astonishment. Where Blanche had stood, the alluring girl was gone, replaced by a giant at least twenty meters tall.

Although her body was extremely large, this giant was not only much taller than those filthy giants, but also not so bulky. With the silver patterns on her arms that resembled giant pythons, this female giant gave people a unique and wild beauty.

However, Voldemort had no time to care about the giant's beauty at this moment. He grabbed Stuart by the collar, pulled him in front of him, and angrily pointed at the woman Blanche had transformed into, roaring furiously.

"Didn't our plan involve reverting to ancestral elves? Didn't you say that woman had elven blood? Are you going to tell me that giant is an elf? When did elves start having this kind of mutation? Let me tell you, I only have this one resurrection stone. If we fail because of creating a giant, we'll never find another source of magic!"

Stewart calmly pulled his collar out of Voldemort's grasp, his smile remaining unchanged.

"Calm down, my lord. Didn't you personally examine Blanche's bloodline memories? She is a genuine elf. As for her current state, there's no need to worry about it. It's just a little toy I gave her before that's working its magic. It doesn't affect the process of her reversion to her ancestral form. You see, she's already starting to show some elven characteristics, isn't she?"

Voldemort gave a cold snort, uttered a curt "I hope so," and turned back to look at Blanche, ignoring Stuart.

Straightening his disheveled collar, Stuart's eyes behind his glasses gleamed with an unusual light. In truth, the phenomenon occurring to Blanche had exceeded Stuart's expectations. He had originally calculated that, due to the inferiority of giants in the Harry Potter world, even if Blanche, during her reversion to her ancestral form, experienced uncontrollable gigantism due to the excessive magical energy stimulating the back of her neck, the resulting giant would be at most ten meters tall. However, he hadn't expected a twenty-meter giant to emerge.