64. Nani The Fuck?

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"I didn't expect to see a man cry when I left Hogwarts this morning," Dumbledore commented after Happy was done with his hiring gig. He only needed one man for the time being, someone he could use to establish contact with governments and sell them the good stuff.

"Professor, that man has a son. His wife left him when he was at his lowest, and he doesn't even have a place to sleep. He's barely living while giving his best. I needed someone I could trust, someone who understands how much they could lose if they refused my offer." Happy replied quite smartly.

Dumbledore hummed in agreement. Both of them walked down the sidewalk toward the MACUSA office. It was Dumbledore who had decided to help him get the permissions required to set up his business.

Happy wondered why the old man was helping him so much. Because it went beyond simply feeling sorry for him. Then, he remembered that Dumbledore had the Order of the Phoenix and was perhaps planning to fight Voldemort in the future. So, gathering money could greatly help his cause. After all, even if Dumbledore was on the light side, he understood that sometimes, to get a few things done, you need gold—especially in matters with the Ministry of Magic.

"Happy, you shouldn't forget your studies while pursuing this matter. I am obliged to remind you of this." Dumbledore warned him in a caring voice.

"I understand, Professor. Once I'm done setting things up, I will make the process mostly automated with the help of my elves. Since the Portkey will help us with everything, we don't need to worry about anything. But yes, we will have to hire a few muggle-born or squibs for the warehouses and place them as their managers. After all, questions will be asked where the food came from, even if we send them around through ships."

Dumbledore could only nod. He wasn't as well versed in muggle matters anymore, and his knowledge was outdated.

Eventually, while talking, they arrived at the building that housed MACUSA. It was called the Woolworth Building, a 60-story skyscraper located on Broadway. The building was very unique, as its secret entrance was through an ultra-fast spinning revolving door. Not only that, the building could house both, No-Maj and—if activated by the correct spells, transform into a space for wizards.

"Woah!" Happy gasped as he followed Dumbeldore into the massive building. But, once he entered, his jaw dropped. The brilliantly lit grand lobby revealed a cathedral-like ceiling that soared 700 feet high.

"Wonderful, isn't it?" Dumbledore said while looking around. "The United States certainly didn't lack funds when constructing this. Our Ministry, on the other hand, was established much earlier, with fewer resources and intricate magic."

"I guess the Ministry needed an investor." Happy mumbled.

"No, Happy," Dumbledore blurted suddenly. "I can guess your thoughts. The Ministry does not require any funding anymore. Instead, they require structural reforms."

'Ugh…This old man knows me too well…or am I too simple?'

"To the President's floor." Eventually, Dumbledore brought Happy to an elevator with an elf operator. "Happy, you may share a bond of blood with her but don't expect too much. The fact that nobody knew about it means she did not want it to be known. So avoid spreading any information that could jeopardize her career."

Happy took Dumbledore's advice seriously. "Understood, Professor. By the way, how do you know the layout of the place? Have you been here before?"

"Yes, a long time ago…during the days when Grindelwald was wreaking havoc. He posed as much of a threat to the United States as he did to Europe," Dumbledore told stories of the old days to Happy as they made their way.

It was strange to see Dumbledore being so candid about it. But, Happy could guess why, 'Trying to instill morals and justice through these stories? Clever propaganda…if I wasn't older in the head and knew him, I might have been swayed like Harry.'

"Professor, why are the worst of the Dark Wizards still alive? Even muggles choose to end the lives of the most heinous criminals." Happy asked the trickiest question in his dictionary.

As expected, Dumbledore offered a political answer. "It is not our place to judge whether someone should live or die, Happy. Killing them will not make us better than them."

"Then…what if tomorrow they escape from their imprisonment and go on a killing spree again? Harming wizards and muggles alike? When that happens, won't half of the fault be on us for not stopping them when we could? After all, we don't live in a perfect society, considering how corrupt the Ministry is." Happy countered, trying to open Dumbledore's eyes to the simple fact that Azkaban wasn't inescapable.

Dumbledore had no response to that, as the question was profoundly philosophical and differed from person to person. For him, taking a life was an extremely serious case. While for Happy, who knew the future, it was a necessity.

Ting!

The elevator arrived at the President's floor, and they proceeded to the President's office.

The entire floor was reserved for the President, as there were dozens of offices of assistants on the floor who micromanaged things for the President to deal with. At the end of the big hall stood a single door near the wall, seeming small for such a massive space, feeling out of place.

"Happy?!"

Happy looked aside and noticed Mrs. Scamander there. "Good evening, Mrs. Scamander. Professor Dumbledore brought me here."

She and Dumbledore were acquainted with each other, so they greeted normally and together proceeded toward the President's office.

"Did you give Madam President the letter, Mrs. Scamander?" Happy inquired, hoping he won't have to personally explain their familial connection.

"Yes, but I don't know if she's read it. And one more thing, your goose can't enter. She's allergic to the fur of magical creatures." Tina informed him just when they reached the door.

"Meow?"

Happy looked over his shoulder. "Koko? But he's not magical, Mrs. Scamander. He's just a simple ordinary goose with some talent. Ask the Professor. They've already looked into Koko's magical species."

"He's right, Porpentina. Koko is an ordinary goose with extraordinary abilities. As for the allergies, I'll take care of it." Dumbledore flickered his finger at Koko, and an invisible layer covered the goose's body, confining all the feathers.

"Very well." Tina proceeded to open the door and led the way inside.

The room was also huge, simmering with natural light from the windows. It was at least ten times bigger than Dumbledore's office, but the theme was almost the same. Hundreds of portraits, books, and a large table occupied the center of the room, with two seats for visitors and one big seat for the President, which remained occupied at that moment.

"Madam, you have guests!" Tina addressed, gaining the woman's full attention.

'So this is the President? She does look a bit…overwhelming.' Happy thought at the sight.

There sat the President of MACUSA, Elaine Roosevelt, working on some papers. Her white-skin and pixie-cut white hair made her stand out. With her blue eyes and red lipstick-adorned lips, she still held the charm of a lady.

With a simple white shirt, black pants, and a dark overcoat on her shoulder, she seemed more like a super detective than an average wizard. But, considering she was old and yet somehow pretty, she had the air of a powerful wizard surrounding her.

"Tina, perfect timing. I've signed the permission for the arrest of Felix Gang, so go and make the arrest. Hold him for breaking the statute of secrecy." Elaine Roosevelt picked up the letter from her table and walked around the table to hand it over.

'Her voice sure is heavy and authoritative. Will my words even work on her like Lucius?' Happy wondered in silence.

Finally, the woman turned to them and closed in to shake Dumbledore's hands. "I wasn't expecting this visit, but it's all too welcome, Dumbledore."

"The pleasure is mine, Madam President. I apologize for interrupting your busy day. I, too, was pulled over for almost similar reasons." Dumbledore glanced at Happy, giving him away to the President.

She chuckled and extended her hand to Happy while her eyes firmly assessed him. "So you're supposed to be my distant relative, Happy Lestrange?"

"Y-Yes…Madam, I only found out recently." Happy acted like a simple boy. "I was eager to meet my family ever since my father died… but they are all bad people."

She nodded affirmatively. "Indeed, they are the worst of our kind. So, what brought you here today? Just to meet family or something else?"

Dumbledore started at that point. "Madam, Happy wishes to establish a permanent private Portkey to Americas for his new investment business that will feed the world, muggles or not—without breaking the secrecy law. He hoped to get permission from you."

"Oh?!" she chuckled as she gracefully bent down to Happy's height. "That's a very simple thing to do…But Happy, I need you to do something for me if you want that permission."

'Is my luck about to damn me or bless me?'

"Of course, Madam…anything." He chirped.

She smiled widely and rather warmly before placing her hands on Happy's shoulders.

"Happy, I want you to call me grandma."

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