Owen and his party ended up in Hogsmeade, the only wizarding and Muggle-free village in the UK, a very unique and beautiful little village full of cottages and shops with thatched roofs. The trees in the village used to be covered with enchanted candles during the holidays - but now there is a lot of construction going on around Hogwarts, but the small village is not affected for the time being.

The three Albert brothers walked in front with their heads somewhat dejected, and Albert's father and Albert's father-in-law followed not far behind.

"Owen, this is Albert's show for their young people, isn't it appropriate for us to go with the elders..."Mr. Delacour flicked his cocked mustache and glanced at the young man in front of him, "Especially me, as a father-in-law, is really not suitable for my son-in-law's pre-marital brotherly party... They don't have any shows that are not good to hold..."

"Don't worry about the family, Albert can have a formal buck party by himself later..."Owen came out of the manor with a cigar in his mouth, looking a little more sassy than usual, "and you should know Albert, his show is nothing more than drinking with a bunch of colleagues... Or do you want to go back and talk to the ladies about what color socks we should wear at the wedding?"

"The last time I had three broomsticks, the parents of the Bulgarian star Warriors said the fruit brandy was good. "Mr. Delacour's steps were firm.

The Three Broomsticks Bar, Owen and his party lifted the curtain and walked in, unlike the usual extremely crowded, noisy, hot, and smoky scene, during the Hogwarts holidays, there were no Quidditch matches, and there were no school teachers and students and parents who took the opportunity to visit their children during Hogsmeade week, and the scene was very deserted. After all, wizards' first choice for normal shopping is Diagon Alley, hidden in the small patio behind the Leaky Cauldron pub in London, England, where Muggles can't see - it's only after work hours that wizards who are working on nearby expansions come to relax before heading home.

Mrs. Rosemerta, who had a graceful figure and a marked face, was napping on the bar, and when she saw Owen and them coming in, she quickly got up and hired Tingting, and walked over with a graceful posture, "Ravenclaw bless, Minister Harris, why are you free to come here today?"

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Rosmerta, and we're here for a few drinks to celebrate the end of my son, Albert's singleness. Owen said in a good mood, he stretched out his palm and pointed to Mr. Delacour who was standing aside, "This is Fleur's father, we don't go to work today, don't scruple about it, let's fill it up." ”

"Ah, Mr. Delacour, please forgive us for not seeing each other for several years..."Mrs. Rosmerta sneered, her sexy body trembled slightly, her eyes with some pity slipped over Albert, who was about to take her father and father-in-law to the pre-marital buck party, and invited slightly, "Anyway, there is no business, so I will temporarily close the store first, speaking of which, Mrs. Harris has not bothered much for the wedding, she has ordered a lot of aged Armagnac from me..."

"It's nothing, Fleur is a good daughter-in-law..."Owen glanced at his in-laws beside him, somewhat satisfied with the proper compliment from the owner of the three broomsticks.

Mrs. Rosmerta walked ahead in her shiny emerald green heels and led them to a corner of the tavern, as if she had only seen Alan at this time: "Principal Harris, your duel a few days ago really made us feel safe, and it is a blessing for us ordinary people to have your presence in the United Kingdom... Rest assured, your expansion plan will definitely increase foot traffic, and it couldn't be better for those of us who set up the store, and I signed my support right away..."

"So it's worth a drink... Please also pack us an extra barrel of oak-ripened mead so that the ladies can complain less when we get back. Alan smiled in response, "Please please please serve us some appetizers, you can't drink a few glasses just by drinking... If my father gets too drunk and plays a drunken role, my mother will complain..."

"Stinky boy, take care of me, you can't drink according to the law!" Owen, who was chatting with his in-laws, felt a little ashamed, "Rosmerta gave this kid Allen some butterbeer, we can't break the law." ”

Mrs. Rothmerta smiled even more charmingly, and she answered, and quickly departed with a tuk tuk tuk on her heels, and it was not long before a table of wine and appetizers was served, and for she was the only one in the shop at this time, so the wizards, who thought of themselves gentlemen, offered to help.

"Mr. Delacour, I'm sorry you didn't prepare the pork pie and pickles you ordered from the Goblet of Fire last time, but you can try this Scottish bomb, which is a boiled egg wrapped in seasoned ham, coriander, shallots and spices, and fried in a pan... It's a kind of Scottish fried egg with a tonkatsu wrapped in a hot spring egg, and it's a bit more complicated, and I guess it suits your French tastes..."Madame Rosmerta said apologetically to the French wizard, then turned to another pint with mayonnaise and boiled shrimp, "Director Harris, can I still serve you dark beer?"

"Thank you so much, Ms. Rosmerta. After Lunn thanked him, he asked suspiciously, "Why didn't you see Cheryl?

"Cheryl had a falling out with her husband and was beaten, and there wasn't much business in the store anyway, so I asked her to rest for a few days. Miss Rothmerta sighed, "So a woman, either she chooses the right person like Miss Delacour, or she is fine like me." ”

This made Albert, who was not of a high nature because he was inexplicably lying with his father-in-law, a little embarrassed: "Ms. Rosmerta, if Cheryl needs any help, you can always ask me and Lunn for help, I remember that her husband was sick and relied on her to support him?"

"Thanks, I'll tell her, these appetizers are mine today, Albert, I've just refried this Scottish pork rind, I remember you like crispy..."Madame Rosmerta's smiling gaze swept over Albert's face next to Mr. Delacour, and the shopkeeper also felt that the bridegroom-to-be had been a little too pitiful today...

After a brief exchange of pleasantries and a small drink of his own, without further interruption, Rosmerta returned to the back of the bar for the Harris to enjoy their space.

After the initial restraint, he drank three rounds.

Albert, who usually doesn't talk much, has become very ruddy, he leans forward, one arm is pressed on the table, and the other hand fills his wine glass, and he talks more, he ignores his father-in-law and asks Owen with a big tongue: "Father... Father, what should I pay attention to in marriage, how can I be as loving as you and my mother... For a long time..."

"Then you're asking the right person... Hiccup..."Minister Owen Harris leaned back in his chair, the placket of his magic robe torn open and his cheeks flushed, and he pointed to his eldest son, "You've all seen it with your own eyes... I have my own experience in maintaining a happy marriage. ”

"Albert I, I have a secret. Mr. Delacour handed his cup to Albert, put his arm around his son-in-law's shoulder, and abruptly raised his voice, "To... Belch... Fill it up for me... Since we're good friends... I will pass it on to you [Ranwen xs.xyz]..."

"Alan, Lunne, listen too... This will be good for your future marriage and happiness. Owen nodded solemnly, then paused, he shook his heavy head, raised his eyes upwards to look at Alan and seemed to be sober, "... This kid seems to be better than all of us in this regard... Alan, why don't you teach us?"

Allen, who was forced to drink only butterbeer to stay awake, glanced unnaturally at Mr. Delacour, and found that the other party was looking at him curiously with drunken eyes, Alan stiffly showed an embarrassed smile, he rolled up the sleeve of his magic robe, regardless of whether the wine glass in front of Owen was full or not, he raised his hand and poured the wine, "Father, Aunt Josephine told me a lot about you at school... I think Mom would love hearing the stories you had when you were on the Quidditch team..."

"Enough wine, as your father... It's up to me to tell me what I feel about my marriage. Owen immediately sobered up and softened, he reached out to cover his wine glass, and glanced unnaturally at the rosy Mr. Delacour, and found that the other party was looking at him curiously, Owen stiffly showed an embarrassed smile, "I'm not afraid of her..."

After Owen finished speaking, he cautiously glanced at the bar again, and made sure that Mrs. Rosmerta did not hear before he was relieved, and cleared his throat to preach, "This is my father, that is, your grandfather... A very wise piece of advice passed to me before my marriage..."

Albert came closer, and Lunn quickly moved away from the wine glass and dish in front of him, and took out a notebook and a quill that he carried with him in a serious manner, and made a gesture to take a serious note-even Alan who was originally unimpressed, his ears moved, obviously paying attention.