Hogwarts Everything is Three

"Your grandfather's marriage is the same as mine. Time has verified the correctness of this secret." Owen tapped his finger on the table, "Albert, now apologize to me."

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

　　 "Don't talk nonsense." Irving looked stern, "Apologize to me."

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

"Between husbands and wives are like tongues and teeth, and they will inevitably come across. There are no couples in this world who don't quarrel... But before you refute your wife..." Owen pressed his hands down and used magic The minister’s persuasive power, “Before that, don’t rush... Take a step back and ask yourself two questions-do you want to win the argument, or do you want to live happily?”

"My father taught me something similar..." Mr. Delacour nodded in agreement, "My father-in-law... Apollin, his father obviously doesn't know this very well... You may have heard Fleur say about Apollin's. From time to time, my mother will get angry out of control, transforming into a terrible bird-like creature form, turning into a bird's head with a big beak, and a pair of wings covered with scales grow on her shoulders...and my mother-in-law is like a Rushed towards my father-in-law like a fireball...and then threw a real fireball at him..."

Albert swallowed silently, and glanced at Mr. Delacour, who was beginning to hold the glass and sip the wine, and looked at Allen with some fear: "Alan...or Fleur Animagus Things are still slow?"

　　 is a serious record of Renn. Like a good student who answered the professor’s questions in class, he responded positively: "But the debate does not have to be won to be happy. If I win by then, I will convince the other party?"

"Lun... this is not your usual court trial... Alas, Alan and Albert or even Emily, I have nothing to worry about, but you and Daisy are so uncomfortable..." Owen reluctantly took pictures. The second son's head was clicked, his eyes were full of worry, "I also said that I wanted to win, but after your grandfather heard my answer, he fell in front of me and sobbed..."

　　 At this moment, they interrupted with a crash. Mr. Delacour next to him fell drunk on the table and knocked the glass over. The drink was spilled on the dish, and some light yellow bubbles appeared. Albert hurriedly waved his hand, and Wu Wand used a cleanup to clean up the dining table and Mr. Delacour who was soaked with drinks.

"At that time I didn't quite understand what he meant." Owen recalled that his father was a little sad, but suddenly he pointed to his sons confidently and said, "But after so many years, I can explain this to you. I am a happy and happy one. Very happy man."

"I understand...I understand..." Mr. Delacour's carefully combed moustache seemed to droop. "Having such a beautiful and elegant wife, you know, she is half of the Veela blood, so I am very, very Very happy man."

　　 "Then you will definitely not have a quarrel." Albert thought that his attempt to prevent Fleur from turning into a Vewa was a gaffe in front of his father-in-law and complimented him.

"Child, don't get the wrong meaning, we will also quarrel, the couple will always quarrel... If you are always muffled, anger will accumulate over time and it will erode your brain..." Della Mr. Kuer squinted his eyes and said weakly, "But since the day I got married, I have never had the right to speak..."

"Albert, you have to learn how to'communication'. That's the word-communication." Irving leaned on the chair with one hand hanging on his in-laws, waving his arms diagonally and said, "You have to understand, the other half The way of speaking...but it takes time to practice, and the way men and women speak are different."

　　 "Why is it different?" Lun quickly wrote Owen's keyword on the paper.

"For the sake of my wife Ravenclaw..." Allen couldn't help but speak to Lun. "Lun, don't talk about men and women, just think back to Daisy and Emily. Isn’t the way different?...You don’t usually talk to pure-blood families often. I remember saying it very well... You treat them as if you are negotiating, and you have to use all your ingenuity on this..."

　　 "I actually don't quite understand..." Albert could not understand, scratching the back of his head with a confused look, "I think I have been communicating well with Furong."

　　 "Emily told me that before Furong praised you for wearing an Auror uniform, you kept wearing it..." Ellen said, "But she only told you recently that even if it looks good, she can't stand it all the time, right?"

"I didn't understand until three years after we got married..." Irving sideways his head to approve Alan's irony. "Your mother never knew her purpose. You know the situation. Our homes both Lost her own house elf, so if she wants me to work, she will ask me a question, everything is hidden in the question..."

　　 Albert was speechless, but Lun continued to speak, "But Ellen, don’t you wear yours every day... why are they okay?"

　　 Allen shook his head: "...After you master the basics first, let's consider these issues"

"Just like Morgan LeFayy and I just got married at the time, and I was about to go out with the Quidditch stick on my shoulders and my broom and cornflowers in my hands... well, my sons, all of you Everyone should have heard your mother ask me this question-where are you going?" Owen was recalled by Mr. Delacour’s words. He paused and waved his hand. "But we were only married for a few minutes. Months, how can I know so much, I just raised the broom so stupidly and joked a little ironically, telling her that I couldn’t tell if I was going to sweep the floor..."

Albert and Lun couldn't help grinning because of their understanding of their mother, while Mr. Delacour couldn't help but took a breath, shaking his head and looking at his family in sympathy. Allen thought a little gloating. Asking father to describe the consequences in more detail so that he can be more accurate when he is used to amuse others-but the presence of Mr. Delacour made him somewhat hesitant to not ask the question.

"What are you laughing at? You will cry if you can't learn it... and now I have learned something," Irving meaningfully scanned Albert and Lun who were listening carefully, "If I now carry When the broom went out to warm up with a few old guys, and your mother asked me where I was going, I would just answer—I just wanted to put them out to bask in the sun, baby, come back to tidy up the garden when you are done. I’m just practicing how to go out with a Quidditch stick and a flying broomstick..."

"But father, isn't the cornflower a flying broom designed for family use?" Allen knows the model of the flying broom well. "I remember seeing an ad in their series during the World Cup game... it has With "safe" and "reliable" features, this flying broom has a built-in anti-theft buzzer."

"Ebert was not even born at the time. It would be nice if I could participate in Quidditch." Irving didn't say much on this issue, but Harris all knew the meaning of his father's words-as the last of the younger generations in the family. Male, he must ensure his personal safety.

"Furong has this kind of blood..." Mr. Delacour, as a fat French man, 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 He pointed to his brain again, "Albert, son-in-law, my child, you have to get used to it... I can only crack Apollin’s secret code by myself and find what she wants me to do, for example. : For example, I lost a pair of underwear on the floor of the bedroom. This incident can chill her heart. This is what she often says in anger-it's really chilling."

　　 "Hmm... Morgan LeFayy often complains like this too." Irving echoed. He leaned back on the sofa, tilted his head, and looked at Mr. Delacour as if he had found a confidant.

"If I didn't chill her, then I must have forced her to go to the wall. This is her other angry statement...Furong came home from Boothbarton and asked,'Where did mother go?', I can only say,' She is frosting on the wall', I know so much..." Mr. Delacour sighed, recalling those days. "You can't guess how she was forced to the wall. The murderer was on the bedroom floor. A pair of panties, "The most lethal piece of cotton in the world is in front of your eyes." That **** was dropped on the floor of the bedroom. If she walked up to me and said'pick it up', it would be A few words."

　　 "Then why didn't she just say it?" Albert was confused~www.NovelMTL.com~ he couldn't understand.

"Of course Apollin would not say that, otherwise it would be too straightforward and straightforward. At that moment, we must use the highest level of wizarding language to communicate, that is, Merlin gave us the ability to speak and turn around..." The husband pushed his empty wine glass in front of Albert to fill it up again, "She just looked at me like this, then looked at my underwear. She asked,'Is this yours?' I bowed my head in amazement. , Confirm again and again, this must not be mine..."

"Uh... Actually, if it wasn't your own Mr. Delacour, I think it's your turn to ask..." Allen found that things had gradually developed beyond his cognitive domain—in fact, general The situation was that he was complaining that Luna littered her underwear and pants, "Albert, this matter is still separate and you can't copy it."

"Not really!'What do you want me to do?' This is the only question the husband wants to ask his wife," Mr. Delacour patted his leg. "It's like taking an ancient magical lesson, but they all Each has its own version of Rune...so son-in-law, you have to crack the code in their language and behavior by yourself."

"Uh...Father, Mr. Delacour...I have a question to ask..." Allen, who was thought to be okay in this regard, asked unexpectedly, "If the other party helps you find other objects, some of them What is the password?"

　　 "Alan, don't just drink butterbeer..." Mr. Delacour seemed to forget that Allen's drink contains no alcohol. He shook his head, "If you take a bite of fried pork skin, you won't get drunk like this..."