Your grandfather's marriage is the same as mine, and time has proven the correctness of this secret. Owen's fingers tapped on the table, "Albert, apologize to me now." ”

"What?" Albert looked dumbfounded, "Why should I apologize?"

"Don't talk nonsense. Owen grimaced, "Apologize to me." ”

"I'm sorry, father. Albert complied, but couldn't help asking, "But why?"

"Husband and wife are like tongues and teeth, they will inevitably meet, how can there be a husband and wife in this world who do not quarrel... But before you contradict your wife—" Owen's hands pressed down, showing the Minister of Magic's persuasiveness, "until then, don't rush... Take a step back and ask yourself two questions – do you want to win an argument, or do you want to have a good time?"

"My father taught me something like that," Mr. Delacour nodded in agreement, "my father-in-law... Apollin's father apparently didn't know this....you may have heard Fleur say that Apollin's mother would be so angry that she would lose control from time to time, and transform into a terrifying bird-like creature, with the head of a bird with a sharp beak and a pair of wings covered with scales on her shoulders... Then my mother-in-law rushed at my father-in-law like a fireball... And throw real fireballs at him...."

Albert swallowed silently, looked at Mr. Delacour, who was taking a sip of wine from a glass on the side, and looked at Alan with some fear: "Alan... Or the matter of Fleur Animagus is slow?"

Lunn, who was careful about his notes, responded positively like a good student answering a professor's question in class: "But you don't have to win a debate to be happy, and if I win then, won't I convince the other party?"

"Lunn... This isn't your usual trial... Alas, Alan and Albert and even Emily and I have nothing to worry about, but you and Daisy are so uneasy..."Owen reluctantly patted his second son's head, his eyes full of worry, "I also said at the time that I wanted to win, but after your grandfather listened to my answer, he fell in front of me and sobbed..."

They were interrupted by a commotion, and Mr. Delacour, who was next to him, fell drunk on the table, knocked over his glass, and spilled the wine onto the plate, causing some pale yellow bubbles. Albert hurriedly waved his hand, and used a new cleaning scepter to clean the table and Mr. Delacour, who was wet with wine.

"I didn't quite understand what he meant at the time. Owen recalled that his father was a little sad, but in an instant he pointed at his sons with a confident face and said, "But after all these years, I can explain to you that I am a very happy man." ”

"I understand... I understand," said Mr. Delacour's well-groomed mustache, "to have such a beautiful and graceful wife, you know, who is half of the blood, and I am a very, very, very happy man. ”

"Then you won't have a quarrel. Albert thought that the attempt to stop Fleur from turning into a baby was a gaffe in front of his father-in-law, and complimented.

"Child, don't get it wrong, we'll quarrel too, and the couple will always have to quarrel... If you're always holding your breath, the anger will build up over time, and it will eat away at your brain...", said Mr. Delacour, squinting his eyes and feeling weak, "but since the day I got married, I have never had a voice...."

"Albert, you have to learn how to 'communicate', that's the word – communication. Owen leaned back in his chair, one hand hanging on his in-laws, and waved his arm diagonally, "You have to understand, the way the other half speaks... However, this takes time to cultivate, and men and women speak differently. ”

"How is it different?" Lunn quickly jotted down Owen's key word on the paper.

"For my wife's Ravenclaw's sake..."Alan was speechless at Lunn and couldn't help but speak, "Lunne, don't talk about men and women, just think about Daisy and Emily, they both speak differently, okay?... You don't talk to pure-blood families very often, I remember saying it pretty well... You think you're negotiating with them, and you're going to have to use all your ingenuity on it..."

"I don't really understand," Albert couldn't understand, scratching the back of his head in confusion, "I think I've been communicating well with Fleur. ”

"Emily told me that Fleur always wore it when she complimented you on how good you looked in an Auror uniform...", "But she just recently told you that no matter how good you look, you can't stand wearing it all the time, right?"

"It took me three years to get married," Owen tilted his head in recognition of Alan's sarcasm, "Your mother never knew what she was trying to do, you know what was going to happen, both of our families lost their house-elves, so if she wanted me to work, she would ask me a question, and it was all hidden in the question..."

Albert was speechless, but Lunn continued, "But Ellen, don't you wear you every day... Why are they okay?"

Alan shook his head: "... You have mastered the basics first, and then you can think about these issues."

"It's like when Morgan Lefay and I were just getting married, and I was getting ready to go out, with a Quidditch bat on my shoulder and my broomstick cornflower in my hand... Well, my sons, all of you should have heard your mother ask me this question—where are you going?" Owen was recalled by Mr. Delacour's words, and he paused and waved his hand, "but we had only been married for a few months, and how could I have known so much, so I raised my broom so stupidly and made a little sarcastic joke, and told her that I couldn't see that I was going to sweep the floor..."

Albert and Lunn grinned at what they knew about their mother, and Monsieur Delacour gasped and shook his head sympathetically at his in-laws, and Alan gloated a little to get his father to describe the consequences in more detail, so that he could be more accurate when used to amuse others—but the presence of Mr. Delacour made him somewhat reluctant to ask the question.

"What are you laughing at? If you can't learn it, you'll cry when the time comes... And now I've learned something," Owen swept meaningfully over Albert and Lunn who were listening, "and if I'm going out with my broom on my back now to warm up with some old fellows, and your mother asks me where I'm going, I'll just answer - I just want to put them outside in the sun, baby, and I'll be back tidying up the garden when I'm done." It's nothing, I'm just practicing how to go out with a Quidditch stick and a broomstick..."

"But father, isn't the cornflower a broomstick designed for family use?" Allen knows the broomstick model inside out, "I remember seeing ads in the World Cup that followed their series... It is "safe" and "reliable", and this broomstick comes with a built-in anti-theft buzzer. ”

"Albert wasn't even born at the time, so it would be nice for me to be able to participate in Quidditch. Owen didn't say much on the subject, but Harris knew what his father's words meant—he had to make sure he was the last male in the family at the time.

"Fleur has this blood in her body, too..."Mr. Delacour, as a fat Frenchman, he didn't like Quidditch very much, he waited for the Harris to finish, drew a few circles on the table with his hand, and then pointed to his brain, "Albert, son-in-law, my child, you have to get used to it... I had to crack Apollin's secret code myself and find out what she wanted me to do, for example: I lost a pair of underwear on the bedroom floor, for example, which made her feel cold, which was what she used to say - it was really chilling. ”

"Hmm... Morgan Le Fay often complains about this. Owen chimed in, leaning back on the couch, tilting his head sideways, looking at Mr. Delacour as if he had found a soulmate.

"If I hadn't chilled her, then I would have forced her to the wall, and that's another angry thing she said... Fleur came home from Beauxbatons and asked, 'Where's Mommy?', and all I could say was, 'She's frosting on the wall,' and that's all I know," Mr. Delacour sighed, recalling those days, "you can't guess how she was forced up against the wall, the killer was a pair of underpants on the bedroom floor, 'and in front of you is the deadliest piece of cotton in the world.'" The panties were dropped on the bedroom floor. If she came up to me and said, 'Pick it up,' it would be just a few words. ”

"Then why didn't she just say it?" Albert was confused, he couldn't understand it at all.

Of course Apollin wouldn't say that, otherwise it would be too simple and straightforward. At that moment, we must communicate in the highest level of wizarding language, which Merlin has given us the ability to speak in circles..."Mr. Delacour pushed his empty glass in front of Albert to refill it, "She just looked at me, and then at my panties, and asked, 'Is this yours?' I looked down in surprise and made sure that this could not be mine..."

"Uh... In fact, if it weren't for Mr. Delacour, I think it would be your turn to ask questions..."Alan found that things were gradually developing beyond his cognitive realm - in fact, he was complaining about Luna's throwing underwear and underwear, "Albert, this matter is still divided and you can't copy it." ”

"No!' What the hell do you want me to do?' that's the only question a husband wants to ask his wife," Mr. Delacour patted his leg, "It's like taking an ancient magic class, except they each have their own version of Runi... So son-in-law, you're up to yourself to crack the codes in their words and actions. ”

"Uh... Father, Mr. Delacour... I have a question I'd like to ask..."Alan, who was considered to be okay in this regard, unexpectedly asked, "If the other party helps you find another person, what is the password in this?"

"Ellen, don't just drink butterbeer...", Mr. Delacour seemed to forget that Allen's drink was non-alcoholic, and he shook his head, "but you won't get drunk like this if you eat a bite of fried pork rind..."