106. Real Second Life... Begins

At Saint Mungo's

Happy's breathing had returned to normal, but his heart was beating normally. So after leaving Grandma Elaine and Snape with Happy, Dumbledore returned to Hogwarts with Harry to finally end the Triwizard Tournament. Also, to reveal to the people what occurred, and arrest the fake Moody.

"You can open your eyes now." Grandma Elaine tapped Happy's forehead. "I can see your eyes moving."

"Hehe." Happy chuckled. "You know me the best, Grandma. But how was it? Did I look badass?"

Elaine nodded proudly. "Not only that, but you made me the proudest grandma in the world. Oh, I can't wait for the next ICW meeting so I can gloat about you in everyone's face. All those oldies don't have kids or grandkids even half as good as you."

Happy laughed and looked at Snape. "Professor, I kept my promise. The Dark Mark must be gone now."

Snape, conflicted, looked at Happy. "I have now come to believe that in your first year, you knowingly sought me out, to use my abilities and authority to help you deal with Voldemort."

Happy smirked. "Yes and no. On one hand, I valued your talents. On the other hand, I wanted you to genuinely become a better person and leave the past behind."

Snape sighed, "You should've been in Slytherin."

"Haha… I love all houses the same." Happy mumbled. "Rather, if I could, I want a Koko house at Hogwarts. What do you think?"

"Woof!" Koko, who sat beside Happy on the bed, barked cutely.

BAM!

Just then, the door suddenly opened, and Chris walked in, along with Bob from his wizard army, who likely brought Chris.

"BOSS!" Chris shouted and rushed to Happy's bedside. "What happened to you? I heard you fought a wizard terrorist."

"And I won." Happy replied, handing the man some candy. "What brought you here?"

Chris proudly handed Happy a piece of paper. "The calculations are in, Sir. After I expanded our farming work around the world and bought more land, we've seen a bigger return… take a look."

Happy glanced, and just felt numb. "Umm… Chris, how big is UK's economy?"

"One point one trillion dollars—I checked it."

Happy looked at the paper again. "T-Then… how the fuck did I get richer than the UK? Are you sure I'm this rich? It's almost hitting two trillion… This is impossible. Where are you even getting people to buy our stuff?"

Bonk!

"Language." Grandma Elaine knocked Happy's head softly.

Chris straightened his sweater. "I… I thought of a new business strategy, Sir. I sent our agents around the world. We made big and small farmers from across the globe sign contracts with our company. In return for a share of the revenue, we provide them with special fertilizers, low-interest loans, farming expert advisors, and insurance in case of a natural disaster—Happy Farms has now become the world's biggest brand… Sir."

Happy looked at the paper again, and then back at Chris, feeling like he had hit the peak of his luck long ago, when he hired this man. "W-What can I do with this much money?"

Chris smiled. "Anything."

Happy's eyes glanced at his grandma, and then he remembered his grandpa, Benjamin Roosevelt. "Even make someone the US President? Or… UK Prime Minister?"

"..."

A lot of brows rose in that room.

Chris only smiled while nodding. "If that's your wish, it shall be done, Sir."

"..."

This time Happy's brows went up. "Scratch that. We have something better to do first—something far more important, something that's been my dream."

At that moment, everyone's faces turned serious.

"What is it, Mr. Lestrange?" Chris asked.

"Just tell me, I'll make it happen." Grandma Elaine added.

Happy rested back on his bed and absent-mindedly replied.

"We even have elves, I just need to teach them how to sing—Let's build a huge, real-life replica of Charlie and the Chocolate Factory!"

(●__●)(•ˋ _ ˊ•)(￣▽￣)"

...

Happy wasn't really hurt, so he returned to school the next day since the exams were still going to be held, and he had no desire to fail them or repeat the year. However, he was a big celebrity now, even more so than before.

The articles Rita Skeeter had written were everywhere, in both morning and evening newspapers. The news of the attempted escape from Azkaban was also revealed, and the names of those who died at the hands of Dementors were made public. Lucius Malfoy was barely mentioned in the articles, but his death was made public.

Draco felt very conflicted about the whole scenario. Should he feel sad or angry? He couldn't understand why his father would foolishly go and try to save Death Eaters from Azkaban when life was going so well under Happy Lestrange's shadow. The same was the case with Narcissa Malfoy.

Lucius' death was a double-edged sword, as it also revealed that Lucius was indeed one of the Death Eaters. The Malfoy family name had been ruined, and Narcissa wondered if she should take back her maiden family name and become Black.

Almost everyone in the wizarding world rejoiced at Voldemort's downfall. Among the highest echelons of wizarding circles, it became known that Voldemort had created, not one, but seven Horcruxes. It was a very evil magic that had been banned, so Happy's victory was the victory of the good side of the magic. As for Nagini, she was taken in by Grandma Elaine.

Heck, almost immediately, more than a hundred different wizarding organizations, ministries, or congresses sent letters to Happy, wanting to honor him with their highest awards for his brave actions.

He couldn't turn down these awards; they would be beneficial in securing the position of Hogwarts' headmaster in the future. Something he still planned to become.

Just like that, days returned to normal, and Happy was just happy because there wasn't going to be any Order of the Phoenix madness, Half-Blood Prince, or Deathly Hallows. The next three years were just going to be fun and normal school days with a lot of food, entertainment, and business.

"Haiyaaa!" Happy sat between Harry and Hermione, and ate the year-end feast in peace. Since he was the big hero, he had the privilege of customizing the entire dinner menu. Heck, the elves were ready to cook their hearts and feed them to him if he were to ask them now. After all, the world now knew that he had defeated Voldemort.

"It baffles me how you haven't changed in the slightest despite having done all that," Hermione muttered, eating some spaghetti.

Happy chuckled and placed a slice of pan-baked pizza on Hermione's plate. "Girl, a man has to find his little happiness, otherwise depression is all he'd embrace. Food and fun are my comforts. The rest is just business as usual. What do you think, Harry?"

Harry was all smiles now, having finally found closure to all his problems. The scar was also slowly healing, and the nightmares had vanished. "Thank you, Happy… what you did must have taken a lot of patience. You seemed goofy all this time, but I think it was all an act— Otherwise, how else did you plot to catch Voldemort? You collected the Horcruxes so early."

Happy scoffed. "It wasn't an act, I was just having fun. If we have problems in life, it doesn't mean we should brood all the time. Anyway, eat-eat—it's a magnificent feast today. Ron! Pass me the damn pasta. Why are you gobbling it all alone?!"

Ron, with his mouth full of red creamy pasta, pulled the container to his side. "Wait for the next one to come. This is mine."

Happy sneered. "Greedy… Anyway, now that you have no Voldy to fight, perhaps you can be a pro-quidditch player now. I'm thinking of starting a Quidditch Premier League, like the Soccer Premier League. Various club-based teams will participate in a huge prize pool."

"It'd be boring," Hermione commented. "Catching the snitch is such a cheat. It ends the game too unfavorably."

Happy smirked, "That's why I'll create new rules. The snitch will only be worth fifty points. A single quidditch match will last for ninety minutes, and every twenty minutes, the snitch will be released into the field for ten minutes. Whoever catches the snitch in that ten minutes earns fifty points for their team, and then the snitch would be stored away again. This way, the snitch will become a chance of scoring higher, instead of a game-ending thing. This would make it more competitive, nail-biting, and exciting."

Now that was quite exciting for everyone to hear. It also meant the seeker would have more things to do than just sit and look for a snitch.

"By the way, you won a million galleons." Happy remembered his proposed grand prize. "What do you plan on doing?"

"Buy a house after finishing school, and move away from the Dursleys," Harry said, a bit disappointed. "I wanted to leave immediately since Voldemort is gone, but Dumbledore rejected the idea, saying some bad ones are still roaming around free, like Fenrir Greyback."

Happy sighed and made a mental note. "I'll send the whole hundred wizard army to hunt him down then. I love dogs, but when they have rabies, there isn't much you can d—"

Pat!

Suddenly, Happy felt someone touching his shoulder. He looked back, and there stood the tall and slender Fluer in her silky school robes that accentuated her figure a bit too much.

Fluer held her chin high in pride while speaking. "Mr. Lestrange, I'm very amazed by your abilities. Since I just found out that you like tasty delights, I wish to invite you to France, where I can show you the various cuisines."

Happy didn't stop chomping on some cheese pockets, "Are you asking me out on a date?"

Fluer turned red but nodded her head, "I am."

Happy nodded his head firmly, "Hmm… What's your favorite food?"

Fluer proudly replied. "I like Quiche Lorraine the most."

Happy tried to remember what it was and if he had eaten it before. As far as he could remember, he felt he had eaten it when living with Flamels. "Hmm… It's a tart filled with cream, eggs, and bacon and looks like an open pastry. I think I know how to make it. Fluer, do you know how to cook fried chicken and apple pies?"

Confused, Fluer shook her head. "I… I don't cook, Mr. Lestrange. We have servants at home to cook anything we want."

Happy shrugged, turned back to his plate, and ate without care. "What a shame. Take care, young lady. This boy shall stay a virgin."

"Pfft…" Harry, Ron, Hermione, and half of the Gryffindor table laughed. And above all, they felt satisfied seeing Fluer being rejected, especially the boys, since most of them had gotten rejected by her during the Yule Ball. As for the girls, they just loathed the way all the boys were chasing her.

Hermione then looked back and patted Fluer on the shoulder, waking her up from her daze. "Don't feel bad, Fluer. Happy is just like that. He speaks his mind with no care… I hope you find someone suitable soon."

It was confusing if she was trying to console her or throw salt on her wounds. The smirk on her face really didn't help much.

Clank! Clank!

Just then, Dumbledore stood up and walked over to the podium. "Students of Hogwarts, Beauxbatons, and Durmstrang, with this feast, we end the school year today. But the friendships forged in these past months shall remain strong forever. Our three schools will come together again in five years for the next Triwizard Tournament, so let's keep our spirits high, and those who wish to participate might wish to start preparing now.

"Some unfortunate incidents happened in this tournament, but sadly those were unavoidable. However, thanks to Mr. Lestrange, the damage was contained, and the threat cleared for good. On that note, I wish you all good luck in your future!"

The claps resounded in the hall that instant. However, they didn't die down even after a minute passed. When Happy looked up, he realized everyone was looking toward him while clapping.

'They're cheering for me?'

Happy stood up and accepted everyone's cheers. It was, in his eyes, a great ending to the whole saga—all he had to do now was enjoy life.

'The real second life starts now.'