All things are three at Hogwarts

Owen and his group appeared in Hogsmeade, the only village in the UK that is full of wizards and no Muggles. It is a very unique and beautiful small village full of cottages and shops specially covered with thatched roofs. During previous holidays, the trees in the village would be hung with enchanted candles. Now there is a lot of construction going on around Hogwarts, but this small village has not been affected yet.

The three Albert brothers walked in front somewhat dejectedly, followed not far behind by Albert's father and Albert's father-in-law.

"Owen, this is a show for young people like Albert. Isn't it inappropriate for us elders to go along with them..." Mr. Delacour flicked his pointed mustache and glanced at it. The young man in front said, "Especially for me, as the father-in-law, it is really not suitable for me to attend my son-in-law's pre-wedding brother's party... It's hard to hold any programs they have..."

"Don't worry about the in-laws, Albert and the others can have a formal stag party by themselves later..." Owen held a cigar in his mouth and appeared more carefree than usual 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 talk to the ladies about what color socks we should wear to the wedding?”

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

In the Three Broomsticks Bar, Owen and his friends opened the door and walked in. Unlike the usually extremely crowded, noisy, hot, and smoky scene, during the Hogwarts holidays, there was neither Quidditch nor school. The scene was very deserted among teachers, students and parents who took advantage of Hogsmeade week to come here to visit their children. After all, wizards' first choice for normal shopping is Diagon Alley, which is hidden in the small patio behind the Leaky Cauldron pub in London, England, which Muggles cannot see. Only after get off work hours, wizards who are working on expansion projects nearby will come here before going home. Relax while relaxing.

Mrs. Rosmerta, who had a graceful figure and an iconic face, was taking a nap on the bar. When she saw Owen and the others coming in, she quickly got up and walked over with her graceful figure, "Bless Ravenclaw, Minister Harris." , why are you free to come here today?"

"It's nice to meet you, Rosmerta. Let's have a few drinks here to celebrate the end of my son Albert's single career." Owen said in a good mood. He stretched out his palm and pointed at Della who was standing aside. Mr. Kuhl, "This is Fleur's father. We are not going to work today, so don't worry, just give us enough."

"Ah, Mr. Delacour, please forgive me, we haven't seen each other for several years..." Mrs. Rosmerta smiled sweetly, her sexy body trembled slightly, and she looked with some pity as she was about to take her father and father-in-law to the pre-wedding party. Albert, who was lying on his back, slid over and invited slightly, "There's not much business anyway, so I'll just close the store temporarily. Speaking of which, Mrs. Harris put a lot of thought into the wedding. Did she order from me?" Less aged Armagnac…”

"This is nothing, Fleur is a good daughter-in-law..." Owen glanced at the in-laws beside him, feeling somewhat satisfied with the appropriate compliment from the Three Broomsticks boss.

Mrs. Rosmerta walked in front in her shiny emerald green high heels and led them to a corner of the tavern. She seemed to have just seen Allen at this moment: "Principal Harris, your duel a few days ago was really... Let us feel safe. It is a blessing for ordinary people like us to have you in the UK... Please rest assured that your expansion plan will definitely increase the flow of people. It cannot be better for those of us who open stores. I will be the first to Just sign to show your support..."

"So this is worth a drink...and please help us pack an extra barrel of oak-ripened mead so that the ladies can complain less when we go back." Allen smiled in response, " Also, please give us some food and drinks. We won’t be able to drink more than a few drinks... If my father gets too drunk and behaves like a drunk, my mother will complain..."

"You brat, please forgive me. According to the law, you can't drink alcohol!" Owen, who was chatting with his in-laws, felt a little embarrassed. "Rosmerta gave this boy Allen some butterbeer. We can't break the law."

Mrs. Rosmerta smiled even more charmingly, she responded, and left quickly with high heels. It didn't take long for a table of wine and appetizers to be served. Because she was the only one in the store at this time, she left by herself. The wizards who claimed to be gentlemen all took the initiative to help.

"Mr. Delacour, I'm sorry that the pork pie and pickles you ordered last time you came to Goblet of Fire were not ready today, but you can try this Scottish bomb, which is cooked eggs wrapped in seasoned eggs. The ham, coriander, green onions and spices are put into a pan and fried... When cut into pieces, it looks like a fried pork chop wrapped in a hot spring egg, a Scotch fried egg. The method of making it is a little more complicated, and it probably suits the taste of you French people..." Rose Mrs. Murtagh said apologetically to the French wizard, then turned to point to another pint glass filled with mayonnaise and cooked shrimp, "Director Harris, can I give you a dark beer?"

"Thank you very much, Ms. Rosmerta." After thanking Len, he asked doubtfully, "Why don't you see Cheryl? She's not here?"

"Cheryl had a conflict with her husband and was beaten. Anyway, there was little business in the store during the holidays, so I asked her to rest for a few days." Ms. Rosmerta sighed, "So a woman can either choose like Miss Delacour. For people, it’s fine to be like me.”

These words made Albert, who was not in a good mood because he was inexplicably hanging out with his father-in-law, a little embarrassed: "Ms. Rosmerta, if Cheryl needs any help, you can always ask me and Len for help. Remember, didn’t her husband just fall ill and rely on her to support him?”

"Thank you. I will tell her that today's snacks are mine. Albert, I just refried the Scottish fried pork rinds. I remember you like them crispier..." Mrs. Rosmerta smiled. His eyes swept across the face of Albert next to Mr. Delacour. The female shop owner also felt that the groom-to-be's experience today was a bit too pitiful...

After chatting with everyone for a while and having a small drink, Rosmerta went back behind the bar without further interruption to let the Harrises enjoy their own space.

After the initial restraint, we drank for three rounds.

Albert, who usually doesn't talk much, has turned very rosy. He leaned forward, pressed one arm on the table, and filled his glass with wine with the other hand. He started talking more, and he was loud. 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 long as you and your mother are?"

"Then you asked the right person...hiccup..." Minister Owen Harris leaned on the chair, the front of his magic robe had been torn open, his cheeks were red, and he pointed at his eldest son and said, "You all I have seen it with my own eyes...I have my own ideas on maintaining a happy marriage."

"Albert, I have a secret too." Mr. Delacour handed his cup to Albert, put his arm around his son-in-law's shoulders, and suddenly raised his voice, "Here... burp... fill it up for me too! ...Since we are good friends...I will teach it to you..."

"Alan, Len! You should also listen... This will be good for your future marriage happiness." Owen nodded solemnly, then paused. He shook his heavy head and raised his eyes to look at Ai Lun seemed to have sobered up a little, "...This kid seems to be better than all of us here... Allen, how about you teach us?"

Allen, who was forced to drink only butterbeer to stay awake, glanced at Mr. Delacour unnaturally and found that the other man was looking at him curiously with drunken eyes. Allen stiffly showed an awkward smile, He rolled up the sleeves of his magic robe, and 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 in school... I think mom should be very... Love hearing the stories about when you were on the Quidditch team..."

"Enough drinking. As your father... let me tell you my thoughts on marriage." Owen immediately sobered up and surrendered. He reached out to block his wine glass and glanced unnaturally at Delaku, who had a rosy face. Mr. Er, realizing that the other party was looking at him curiously, Owen stiffly showed an awkward smile, "I'm not afraid of her..."

After Owen finished speaking, he carefully glanced at the bar and made sure that Mrs. Rosmerta had not heard. Then he was relieved, cleared his throat and prepared to preach: "This is my father, your grandfather... preach before my marriage." A very wise piece of advice given to me…”

Albert moved closer, and Lun quickly moved the wine glass and dishes in front of him in cooperation. He solemnly took out a notebook and a quill that he carried with him, and made a gesture of recording carefully. Even Allen, who was originally disapproving, moved his ears, apparently paying attention.