Infinite Chimera Creation

Sirius didn't hear what Stuart was saying, nor did he know what Stuart was thinking, so he remained all smiles, his excited speech even becoming a little faster.

“I was a little uneasy at first, because even if you, Stuart, usually seem interested in dangerous magical creatures, you might not actually like such dangerous things. But now that I see how much you like them, I can finally rest assured.”

Stuart's eyes flickered slightly, then he nodded.

"I really like this gift. Thank you, Sirius."

Noticing that Stuart had changed his address from his surname, Black, to the more affectionate first name, Sirius, Sirius's smile widened. He scratched his head vigorously, wanting to say something, but his excitement prevented him from forming any coherent sentences.

Sirius remained silent, but Stuart did not stay silent; his face remained expressionless, and his tone remained devoid of emotion.

"You must have gone to a lot of trouble to get this Karim Scorpion. Mrs. Black must be angry with you again."

Sirius Black froze, his laughter stopped, and he silently lowered his head.

Seeing Sirius's reaction, Stuart knew he had guessed correctly.

From Sirius's usual complaints, Stuart had long realized that Mrs. Black didn't just dislike Sirius a little, but hated him very much, because compared to his outstanding younger brother, Sirius's performance in every aspect did not meet the requirements of a Slytherin nobleman.

Sirius Black is impulsive and rebellious, like a "brainless Gryffindor lion." If it weren't for the Black family blood flowing in his veins, he probably would have been kicked out of the house by Mrs. Black long ago.

"Alright, Sirius, I really like this gift, but it's best not to do this kind of thing again. If I ever want to get my hands on any dangerous items again, you can be my middleman, and I'll buy them from Mrs. Black at the proper price."

Stuart waved his hand to interrupt Sirius, who was about to speak, and continued.

“I know you don’t care. You don’t care about Mrs. Black’s attitude towards you. You don’t care about this family that makes you uncomfortable. Even leaving it would only make you feel better. If you were 20 years old now and could support yourself, I would definitely support you. But you are only six years old now. You simply do not have the ability to survive independently.”

“You have to endure until you can live independently, you have to depend on the Black family. So I will explain to Mrs. Black that I asked you to get this little one. Didn’t you say that Mrs. Black admires me? For my sake or the Stuart family’s sake, she might not pursue this matter.”

Chapter Nine: The Letter Through the Green Flames (Revised)

"Alright, let's leave this topic at that. I'm taking this little guy with me."

Having said that, Stuart, unwilling to waste any more time, waved his hand lightly before Sirius could react, and the transparent cage behind him containing the Karim Scorpion floated up.

Sirius, who had initially wanted to hold on a little longer, was astonished by what he saw and exclaimed in disbelief, "..."

"Stuart, how can you cast spells without a wand? That's amazing! Teach me! I want to learn too!"

"This is called wandless spellcasting, just a little trick. You must have records of it in your library. If you want to learn, go look it up yourself. I can't suppress my desire to study this little guy anymore. Remember, don't come looking for me for a week, or you'll disturb me, and I'll feed you to the scorpions. Alright, see you later."

With a hint of fanaticism in his eyes, Stuart casually offered an explanation before heading toward the fireplace with the cage suspended in mid-air.

After instantly returning to his lab using Floo Powder, Stuart put down the cage, gently rubbed his temples, and murmured,

"Given Blake's current state, if things continue this way, I'm afraid Mrs. Blake will be unable to resist kicking him out of the house even before he leaves voluntarily. In order to ensure the stability of my channels for obtaining various contraband, young Mr. Blake must make some changes."

"But there's no need to rush this. The most important thing now is to give this little guy we just got a full check-up."

As he spoke, Stuart lowered his hand from his temple, looked at the Karim Scorpion in the cage, and a small smile appeared on his lips, causing the Karim Scorpion, which was naturally sensitive to danger, to shudder violently.

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In the laboratory, Stuart skillfully prepared alluring and beautiful potions, watching them shimmer and sparkle in the glass containers, a satisfied smile creeping onto his cold, stiff face.

However, the smile was fleeting, and Stuart's face immediately returned to its coldness as he waved the potion bottle in his hand and greeted them.

"Come on, Karim, drink this and let me see the effect."

The Karim Scorpion, which was given the name "Karim" by Stuart with no sense of naming, is described in all the records of the Ministry of Magic as an "extremely dangerous creature," "requiring a large number of adult wizards to capture," and "absolutely impossible to tame by humans."

But at this moment, the [extremely dangerous creature] was lying quietly in the corner like a pet. After Stuart called out to it, it obediently crawled to his side, tilted its head back, and opened its sharp, knife-like mandibles.

Although Stuart had only recently acquired the Kalim Scorpion, he had already developed a strong rapport with this dangerous giant insect. Without even glancing down, he tilted the vial in his hand and accurately poured the potion into the Kalim's mouthparts.

Karim, after drinking the potion, showed no change, except that his black carapace seemed to turn fiery red for a fleeting moment. Seeing that red color appear for less than a second, Stuart nodded and added the words "[Further research needed]" after the seventy-first experimental protocol.

Putting down his pen and notebook, Stuart, who had been conducting experiments all morning, casually pulled over a chair, sat down, and quickly devoured the lunch he had prepared that morning.

After all, with Karim in the lab, in order to avoid being discovered by old Stuart, he could no longer have servants bring him food as before, and had to take care of it himself. To save time, Stuart simply brought all the food he needed for the day to the lab in the morning.

While eating a nutritious but unappetizing lunch, Stuart began to think about how to change Blake's mind and prevent him from easily severing ties with his family.

Six-year-olds don't eat much, and Stuart eats quite quickly, so he finished his lunch in no time and also figured out the answer to the question he had been pondering while eating.

After taking a piece of parchment and writing a few lines on it, Stuart grabbed a handful of Floo Powder and threw it into the fireplace. He then told the old Stuart the location of his study and, once the flames turned a passable green, dropped the parchment inside.

Having done all this, Stuart acted as if nothing had happened and continued with the seventy-second experimental project.

In the study of the Stuart patriarch, old Stuart, dressed in standard aristocratic attire, was carefully reading the book "Powerful Magic of the Seventeenth Century" in his hands. Even though he was alone in the study, his movements were perfectly disciplined, without a single thing that deviated from aristocratic decorum.

Suddenly, old Stuart raised his head and looked at the fireplace. The next moment, the flames in the fireplace turned emerald green, and a piece of parchment flew out of the flames.

Before even looking at the contents of the parchment, old Stuart's brows furrowed. His study fireplace wasn't connected to the public Floo network, but only to a few places on his own estate. At this time, the only place still inhabited was his son's private laboratory.

"Looks like that little guy is having lunch in his room again."

Shaking his head, old Stuart sighed helplessly, raised his hand and cast a levitation spell without a staff, bringing the parchment to his front.

Old Stuart had talked to him many times about his son's poor eating habits, but it had no real effect. His son, who was always opinionated and frustrated his parents, still locked himself in the study that had been converted into a laboratory, researching some strange things.

In order to get his son out of the laboratory and to let him interact more with his peers, old Stuart even gave the eldest son of the Dark Lord family, whom he had never liked, access to the manor.

However, old Stuart's series of measures did not seem to achieve the desired results, but instead had the opposite effect. In order to make up for the time wasted by the harassment of the eldest son of the Black family, Stuart spent more time in the laboratory every day than before.

Suppressing the frustration rising within him because of his son, old Stuart turned his gaze to the parchment in his hand.

There were only a few words on the parchment, just a handful of lines, but these few lines kept old Stuart looking at them for a long time, and the more he looked, the deeper his brow furrowed.

Upon seeing Old Stuart's reaction, the portraits of the successive heads of the Stuart family, which had been dozing in their respective frames, all opened their eyes.

Chapter Ten: The Clan Chief's Decisions (Revised)

The first to speak was the previous head of the family, Stuart's father.

"Kasa, what trouble has that little brat gotten into this time?"

Casa was old Stuart's name. Hearing his father's question, he looked up, raised the parchment in his hand, and frowned.

"The child requested that death row inmates be added to the experimental materials, and the number was not specified, which suggests that it is a long-term need."

Upon hearing this, the previous patriarch's expression immediately changed. He glared at old Stuart with disappointment and began to reprimand him sternly.

“I told you long ago, don’t let the Black family get close to that child. No matter how opinionated he is, he’s only six years old. Letting him come into contact with the Dark Lords so early will definitely have a bad influence on him. Look at what he’s become now. Before, he would at most ask for some magical creatures, but now he’s even asking to use humans as experimental subjects!”

Reprimanded by his deceased father, old Stuart's face grew even uglier, but before he could explain anything, the portrait of the seventh patriarch spoke up without any politeness.

"Don't start talking about the Dark Magic family or dark wizards. Don't forget, the Stuart family is a noble family. As the heir of the Stuart family, it's perfectly acceptable for that child to use ordinary wizards as experimental subjects, let alone just some Muggle death row inmates."

"Please don't look at things now with the perspective of your ancestors' time. This is not the dark age when human life was worthless! This is the age of law, and murder is a serious matter."

"What do you mean by 'in our era'? Might makes right, and the ability to manipulate other lives at will. That's a rule that applies to any era! If you ask me, you descendants are just too cowardly!"

"We're talking about that little guy right now, not about you two discussing issues of the times. Don't go off-topic."

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For a time, the heads of the different families began to argue, each holding their own opinion.

Due to differences in their era and personalities, their opinions varied. The only thing they had in common was that they never lost their aristocratic arrogance until their deaths.

Their similar, even identical, arrogance makes them completely unwilling to accept the opinions of others, leading to endless arguments.

It wasn't until the portrait of the first Stuart slowly uttered, "Gentlemen, don't forget, Casa is now the head of the Stuart family. The deceased should not interfere," that these people quieted down, silently watching the old Stuart and waiting for him to make a decision.

Under the watchful eye of his ancestor, old Stuart frowned and slowly uttered the word "Approved".

Old Stuart simply didn't want his children to use dangerous experimental subjects, and he didn't care what race the subjects were. Obviously, in his view, a few Muggle prisoners couldn't be considered dangerous.

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"Let me see, the extract from the 23rd pair of legs of the micro-giant centipede, and six drops of extract from the left eye of the fortress crab, mixed with 13 milliliters of blood from a gruesomely killed baby unicorn, heated for one minute and seventeen seconds using the teeth of an exploding salamander, and then cooled with the cerebrospinal fluid of a black mamba... Very good, success."

Muttering to himself, Stuart looked at the transparent, water-like potion in his hand, a hint of satisfaction flashing in his cold eyes.

The successful formulation of the drug proved that the formula Stuart had finally summarized after consulting a large amount of information was theoretically correct. The next step was to inject the drug into the test subjects and use their reactions to confirm whether the drug had the effect Stuart wanted.

Holding the medicine, Stuart walked steadily toward the testing table on one side. On the table was one of the death row inmates that old Stuart had transferred to him from a small prison on the outskirts of London.

At this moment, the condemned prisoner was firmly bound to the testing table with specially made dragon skin straps. No matter how much he tried to rouse those strong muscles that he had once been proud of and used to commit crimes, he could not loosen these dragon skin straps even a little.

As Stuart drew ever closer, the death row inmate was filled with terror. He wanted to beg for mercy, to plead with the devil who wielded such terrifying power to spare him, but he couldn't even move his eyes, let alone speak. The overwhelming fear brought him to the brink of collapse.

He swore in his father's name that if he were given a second chance, he would never pull the trigger in a fit of rage, kill the nine-year-old girl and her mother, and end up in prison, encountering this terrifying demon.

But no matter what thoughts were swirling in the condemned man's mind, they couldn't stop Stuart's actions.

Skillfully prying open the condemned man's left eyelid, he precisely poured the liquid medicine into the man's left eye. The transparent liquid seeped into the condemned man's eyeball the instant it touched his eyeball, and quickly dispersed throughout his body against the flow of blood.

Even though Stuart poured the medicine quite quickly, not a single drop flowed from his eyes; it all seeped into his body.

As the last drop of the medicine was dripped into the condemned man's eyes, the man, who had been lying there unable to move, suddenly arched his body upwards. Because his limbs were bound and unable to move, his body was forced into an arc shape.

A painful scream gushed from the condemned prisoner's mouth, and frothy blood slid down his lips. Beneath his rough skin, veins bulged and writhed wildly, as if dozens of long worms had crawled rapidly under his skin.

Soon, the death row inmate's appearance transcended the human realm. The madness of the giant centipede, the hatred of the gruesomely killed unicorn, the brutality of the fortress crab, the venom of the black mamba, and the ferocity of the exploding salamander permeated his body, ultimately fusing into the purest malice within him.

Chapter Eleven: The Monster's End (Revised)

The pure malice was simple and unadulterated, spreading outwards without any concealment, making the newborn monster seem to be surrounded by invisible black mist.

Suddenly, a piercing tearing sound rang out in the laboratory. The specially reinforced dragon skin straps could no longer restrain the inhuman life and were slowly and steadily torn apart by it.

Stuart watched quietly as the condemned prisoner slowly broke free of his restraints, his eyes showing no panic. He didn't rush to cast a binding spell on him, but instead calmly recorded the phenomena on his body.

Finally, with a groan, the dragonhide bindings were torn apart. The inhuman monster roared in disarray and lunged at its creator, attempting to rip it to shreds.

The moment the condemned prisoner lunged at Stuart, countless sharp black spikes sprouted from his palms, wreathed in faint yet dangerous black flames.

The intense curse emanating from the flames instilled a sense of dread in anyone who looked at it, as if a gruesome unicorn was howling, about to drag all who saw it into hell.

With his eyes remaining calm and composed, Stuart's lips moved as if accelerated, rapidly moving up and down, uttering a series of binding incantations.

A dense barrage of beams of light shot from Stuart's fingertips, striking the roaring monster precisely and forcibly halting its movements, causing it to fall to the ground in a bizarre manner.

Staring coldly at the monster he had created, Stuart's eyes were icy, his sharp gaze piercing his blood-red eyes like a knife. His voice was devoid of any emotion, as cold as ice.

"I'll forgive you this time, but if you ever try to attack me again, even if you're my first successful experiment, I'll kill you."

This monster was created by Stuart himself; how could he not know about it?

The formula for preparing the medicine seemed simple and used few ingredients, and it didn't seem complicated. However, it was a perfect formula that he had obtained after countless times of consulting materials and summarizing countless experiments. Each ingredient had its unique function.