Hogwarts Everything is Three

Owen and his party appeared in the only village of Hogsmeade in the UK that was full of wizards and no Muggles. This is a very unique and beautiful village full of cottages and shops with thatched roofs. Before every holiday, the trees in the village would be covered with enchanted candles-and now Hogwarts is under construction, but this small village has not been affected yet.

　　 The three Albert brothers walked in front, a little dejected, Albert's father and Albert's father-in-law followed not far behind.

"Owen, this is a show by Albert and their young people. Is it inappropriate for us to be the elders to follow..." Mr. Delacour flicked his pointed moustache and took a look. The young people in front said, "Especially me, as a father-in-law, is really not suitable for my son-in-law's pre-marital brothers party...they have some programs that are not easy to hold..."

"Don't worry about your in-laws, Albert and the others can come to an official stag party by themselves..." Owen dangling a cigar and appeared to be a little bit more foolish after coming out of the manor. "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 discuss with the ladies what color of socks should we wear at the wedding?"

　　 "The last time I came to Three Broomsticks, the parents of the Bulgarian star warrior said that the fruit brandy here is good." Mr. Delacour's steps were firm.

At the Three Broomsticks Bar, Owen and his party opened the curtain and walked in. It was very crowded, noisy, hot, and smoky. During the Hogwarts holiday, there was neither Quidditch competition nor school. The teachers and students and the parents who used Hogsmeade Week to take the opportunity to visit their children made the scene very deserted. After all, the first choice for wizards to go shopping and play normally is to hide in the diagonal alley in the small patio behind the broken cauldron bar, which is invisible to the Muggles in London, England. Only after get off work hours, the wizards who are carrying out expansion projects nearby will go home before returning home. Come here to relax.

The graceful and face-marked Mrs. Rosemerta was lying on the bar and napping. Seeing Owen and the others come in, she quickly got up and hired Tingting and walked over in a curvaceous manner. "Bless Ravenclaw, Minister Harris. , Why are you free today?"

"It's nice to meet you, Rosmerta, we're here to have a few drinks to celebrate my son Albert is about to end his single career." Owen said in a very good mood. He stretched out his palm and pointed to Della standing on the side. Mr. Kuer, "This is Furong's father. We are not going to work today. Don't hesitate to fill it with us."

"Ah Mr. Delacour, please forgive us that we haven't seen each other for several years..." Mrs. Rosmerta smiled, her **** body trembling slightly, and her pitying eyes were about to take her father and father-in-law to participate in the marriage ceremony. Albert at the deer party slid over and invited slightly sideways, "Anyway, there is no business. I will temporarily close the store. Speaking of Mrs. Harris, she didn't bother for the wedding. She ordered from me. Less aging Armagnac..."

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

Mrs. Rosmerta walked ahead wearing those shiny emerald green high heels and led them to a corner of the tavern. She seemed to have only seen Alan at this time: "Principal Harris, your duel the other day was really Let us have a sense of security. It is a blessing for ordinary people like us to have your presence in the UK... Don’t worry, your expansion plan will definitely increase the flow of people. It’s great for those of us who open stores. I’ll be the first time Just sign to show support..."

"So this is worth a drink... Also, please help us pack an extra barrel of mead ripened with oak wood, so that when we go back, the ladies will complain less." Allen smiled and responded, " In addition, please give us some wine and food, you can’t drink a few drinks just...If the father drinks too much, the mother will complain..."

　　 "Smelly boy, I'm taking care of me. According to the law, you can't drink!" Owen, who was chatting with his in-laws, felt a little embarrassed, "Rosmerta gave Allen this kid some butter beer. We can't know the law is illegal."

Mrs. Rosmerta smiled more charmingly. She responded, and quickly left with her high heels. It didn’t take long before she delivered a table of wine and snacks. Because she was the only one in the shop at this time, so she The wizards called gentlemen all offered to help.

"Mr. Delacour, I’m sorry you didn’t prepare the pork pie and pickles that I ordered last time by the Goblet of Fire, but you can try this Scottish bomb, which is wrapped in a boiled egg and seasoned Fried ham, cilantro, spring onions and spices in a frying pan... Cut it is a kind of fried pork cutlet wrapped in a Scottish fried egg that feels like a hot spring egg. Its method is more complicated and it is probably suitable for your French taste..." Rose Mrs. Murta said apologetically to the French wizard, then turned her head and pointed to another large pint with mayonnaise and cooked prawns, "Director Harris, can I still serve you with dark beer?"

　　 "Thank you so much, Ms. Rosmerta." After thanking Lenn, he asked in confusion, "Why didn't you see Cheryl? She's not there?"

"Cheryl had a conflict with her husband and was beaten. Anyway, there is no business in the holiday shop, so I let her rest a few days." Ms. Rosmerta sighed, "So a woman, or choose like Miss Delacour. It’s good for people, either like me."

These words made Albert, who was not high in nature because he was inexplicably at the stag party with his father-in-law, a little embarrassed: "Ms. Rosemerta, if Cheryl needs any help, you can always ask me and Lun for help. I Remember that her husband was not just sick and relied on her to support it?"

"Thank you, I'll tell her, these few snacks are mine today, Albert, I just re-fried this Scottish fried pork skin, I remember you like it crisper..." Mrs. Rosemerta smiled His gaze swept across Albert's face next to Mr. Delacour, and the lady shop owner also felt that what happened to the bride-to-be groom today was a bit too pitiful...

　　 After chatting with everyone for a while, after drinking a small glass, Rosmerta returned to the back of the bar and let the Harris enjoy their space without interruption.

　　 After the initial restraint, I had three rounds of wine.

Albert, who usually doesn't talk much, has become very ruddy. He leaned forward, pressing one arm on the table, and filling his glass with the other hand. He talked more and he was big. The tongue ignored the father-in-law's question to Owen: "Father...Father, what should I pay attention to in marriage? How can I be as loving as you and your mother...long..."

"Then you have to ask the right person... hiccup..." Minister Irving Harris leaned on the chair, the front of the magic robe was torn apart, his cheeks were flushed, and he pointed to his elder son and said, "You I have seen it with my own eyes...I have my own experience in maintaining a happy marriage."

"Albert, I, I also have a secret." Mr. Delacour handed his cup to Albert, put his arms around his son-in-law's shoulders, and raised the volume abruptly, "Give...hiccup...give me full! ...Since we are good friends...I will teach it to you..."

"Allen, Lun! Listen to it too...this is good for your future marriage happiness~www.NovelMTL.com~Owen solemnly nodded, then paused, shaking his heavy head and lifting it upwards Looking at Allen, it seemed that he was a little awake, "...this kid seems to be better than all of us here in this respect... Allen, would you like to teach us? "

Forced to drink only Butterbeer to stay awake, Ellen glanced unnaturally at Mr. Delacour, and found that the other party was looking at him curiously with drunken eyes. Ellen gave an awkward smile stiffly. 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 to pour the wine. "Father, Aunt Josephine told me a lot about you at school... I think mom should be very I love hearing those stories about you still on the Quidditch team..."

"Enough wine, as your father... let me tell you my marriage perception." Owen immediately became sober and softened. He stretched out his hand to block his wine glass and glanced unnaturally at the flushed Dracou. Mr. Er, finding that the other party was looking at him curiously, Owen smiled stiffly, "I'm not afraid of her..."

After Owen finished speaking, he took another cautious look at the bar, and made sure that Mrs. Rosmerta hadn’t heard it before letting go, cleared his throat and prepared to preach: “This is my father, that’s your grandfather... before my marriage. A very wise suggestion for me..."

Albert moved closer, and Lun quickly moved away the wine glasses and dishes in front of him in cooperation, and seriously took out a notebook and a quill pen he carried with him, and made a posture to record seriously. ——Even Allen's ears, who had been disapproving, moved, and obviously turned his attention.