96 96. Strategic Pokemon Battle

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"Oh dear, Harry. Would you like some more pancakes? I'll make as many as you want." Petunia, with her ugly scowling face, tried to maintain a smile while speaking. She wore an apron while holding a spatula in one hand.

Things had changed a bit in the Dursley house. Since Harry was still a minor and had to live in the home, the Dursleys were now stuck with Sirius Black also living with them. He was Harry's godfather, and he was determined not to do things half-heartedly.

"No, I'm full, Aunt Petunia." Harry finished his breakfast.

"Bring me fifteen more." Sirius blurted out at that point, throwing Petunia's mind into chaos. She had already cooked four dozen of them. Sirius ate a majority of them. "Don't you look at me like that. I'll be taking payback for the years of abuse you inflicted on Harry—Pig, stop watching the cooking show, and put some muggle news on."

"As you wish, your lordship." Vernon was as frightened of Sirius as any other member of the house. But at least Sirius had bought a splendid new big television, so there was that.

[...In the latest turn of events, the Rwandan military has accepted to hold free and fair new elections, and at the same time, asked a special committee to help them draft a new constitution for the new era of prosperity… That was Bill Barn from CUNNT news… In the next segment, see the strange monster in the London skies… is it a plane, is it a bird, or is that an illusion?...]

"T-THAT WAS HAPPY!" Harry jumped to his feet. "What's he doing in Rwanda? I was him, wasn't it, Sirius?"

Sirius nodded proudly. "It was him… Yes, he stopped the genocide."

"Why?" Harry asked, and momentarily realized it was the wrong question to ask. "I mean, why is he doing that?"

Sirius shrugged. "Who knows, Harry? He's an enigma to the best of us. Anyway, let's return to the training—it's going to be a special year this term. I must prepare you until then."

…

In a certain house with a dental clinic.

[...In the latest turn of events, the Rwandan military has accepted to hold free and fair new elections, and at the same time, asked…]

"Excuse me… What in the bloody hell?!"

It was extremely rare that Hermione cursed, but at that moment, she did it right in front of her parents.

"Hey hey… what happened?" Mr. Granger spoke quickly. "Language."

"That was Happy! Change the channel, please." She took the remote control and turned to a different news channel that still showed the scene. "There… look at the right corner near the door! What's he doing in Rwanda?"

The entire Granger family sat close to the television screen to make sure it was really what they were seeing. And sure enough, it really was Happy Lestrange.

"Isn't he very rich? Maybe he went there for some work?" Mr. Granger wondered. "You said he's related to New York's Governor, so that might make sense."

Hermione shook her head, for she knew Happy well. "No… if he's there… he's the main character, Dad. He never does anything other than eat, unless it's something he absolutely wants to do… Did he stop the genocide?"

…

In one week's time, all the chaos stopped in Rwanda. A few isolated incidents happened, but the rule of law did overpower all the violence. Happy personally walked the streets a few times and saw the madness humans were capable of inflicting on one another for no reason but ideologies. Despite being from the same species.

Thankfully, after his intervention, the world recognized it as a genocide and started sending aid. With Happy at the center of government, corruption had no chance of appearing anywhere.

Furthermore, he called a few still-alive experts from the post-World War era who were responsible for policy-making in Japan. He paid them handsomely to formulate a new policy for the economy, constitution, and checks and balances. The same was done with the previously influenced nation—Burundi. And since the two nations shared a border, it was easier to affect the economies of both.

However, while Happy stopped one storm, another was brewing in the Democratic Republic of Congo. Many fighters from Rwanda had escaped there, and they were attempting to overthrow the government. Happy allowed it to happen so he could come in later and take over.

…

"This will be a problem. The nation doesn't have a water pipeline to bring water to all the homes and regions." Happy muttered when he read a report about water and food security. "But I won't be funding this. If I start doing that, I'll go bankrupt fixing these nations. No, they have to work hard with the right conditions now and earn a better future themselves."

"Who are you to decide that?"

"Hmm?" Happy looked around himself while standing in a metal cargo container functioning as a field office. "Did you say something?"

Rambo shook his head. "I didn't."

"Me neither, boss," Bob added.

Happy felt a bit tense and, just to be sure, held his wand in his hand.

"It's useless!" The voice came again, this time more distinct, belonging to an elderly person with a heavy Ugandan accent.

WOOSH!

The scenery before Happy abruptly changed, and he found himself standing in the middle of a desert-like wasteland. There was nothing as far as he could see except for one old man, black-skinned, bald, with long white hair and beard. He wore a tribal toga, but it was made of silk with detailed embroidery. On his head was a strange hat, and his glasses were similarly oddly shaped. Meanwhile, in one hand, he held a big staff.

"African Dumbledore?" Happy mumbled aloud.

"You—outsider, have broken over a thousand wizarding laws in the span of a few weeks. Do you understand what sort of situation you've put yourself in?" The old bearded man sounded angry.

Happy bowed his head. "Hello, elder… I am Happy Lestrange. Who might you be?"

"I am Mukasa, the Great Elder of the Uagadou School of Magic."

Happy felt light bulbs light up over his head, "So, the Headmaster? It's a pleasure to meet you, Elder Mukasa. I was hoping to meet you before, but the current situation kept me busy."

"You should have visited me before." Mukasa angrily said. "You have placed the wizarding world in a tough spot now. The rich among the muggles are now looking for your source of food, and how the muggle issue was resolved in Rwanda. It is the ancient rule that you forgot, Mr. Lestrange—wizards do not meddle with muggles."

"Humans." Happy abruptly replied. "We're all humans before we were divided into wizards and muggles."

The left cheek of the elder wizard twitched. "I know that… but your offense stands. You have placed the African wizards under great—"

Happy raised his hand, turning serious and losing his cheerful demeanor. "Wait a minute, Elder. Are you suggesting that I should have let the genocide happen? Death of millions to occur?"

"I do not sugges—"

"But that's what it means to ignore such an event—transpiring in your own backyard." Happy directly attacked the wizards of Africa by saying that.

Elder Mukasa shook his head. "The world runs on a balance, Mr. Lestrange. You cannot simply change the state without thinking about the long-term consequences. The order of nature must take its natural course."

Happy rolled his eyes. "If I don't do this... what makes us different from savages who eat their own newborns? What makes us civilized and animals not? When one has a sword, they decide to swing it to commit a crime, or swing it to save others. I wonder what Headmaster would choose to swing the sword for."

The old man was speechless seeing such heavy words coming out of a boy. "The laws—"

"Can be circumvented." Happy interrupted him. "You don't need to expose the entire wizarding world if you merely wish to stop the civil wars, inhumane madness, modern slavery, and exploitation. I'm doing it already, with my food… you can do so much more with your resources and status."

Elder Mukasa raised his staff toward Happy. "I understand your pure heart, Mr. Lestrange. But you have broken the international laws of wizardly, that alone can earn you condemnation in Azkaban… I cannot let you continue your actions."

Happy also raised his wand despite not knowing how old this man was, or how powerful he was. But his resolve was firm; he wasn't going to back down just because he did something for the good of humanity.

"Try me…" Happy retorted and gripped the pendant on his neck. "Professor Dumbledore! I choose you!"

Woosh!