Chapter 1048?

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

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

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

"Don't worry about the in-laws, Albert and the others can come to a formal stag party by themselves later..." Owen was smoking a cigar, and after coming out of the manor, he looked more carefree than usual, "And you should know Albert, His show is nothing more than drinks with a bunch of co-workers...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 the Three Broomsticks, the parents of the Bulgarian star warrior said that the fruit brandy here is good." Mr. Delacour's steps were firm.

The Three Broomsticks Bar, Owen and his group opened the curtain and walked in. Unlike the usual extremely crowded, noisy, hot, and smoky scene, during the Hogwarts holiday, there were neither Quidditch matches nor schools. The teachers and students and the parents who took the opportunity to visit their children during Hogsmeade Week, the scene was very deserted. After all, the first choice for wizards to go shopping is Diagon Alley, which is hidden in the small patio behind the Leaky Cauldron Pub in London, England, which cannot be seen by Muggles. Come here and relax.

Mrs. Rosmerta, who had a graceful figure and a distinctive face, was lying on the bar and taking a nap. When she saw Owen and the others coming in, she quickly got up and asked Tingting to walk over in a graceful manner, "Bless Ravenclaw, Minister Harris , why are you free today?"

"It's nice to meet you, Rosmerta, let's come here for a few drinks to celebrate my son Albert's upcoming bachelor career." Owen said in a good mood. He stretched out his palm and pointed to Della who was standing aside. Mr. Kuer, "This is Furong's father. We don't go to work today. Don't worry about it. Give us a full meal."

"Mr. Delacour, please forgive me, we haven't seen each other for several years..." Mrs. Rosmerta smiled coquettishly, her sexy body trembled slightly, and she was about to take her father and father-in-law to the pre-wedding show with some pity. The deer-prone Albert slid over, and slightly sideways invited, "Anyway, there's no business, so I'll close the store for now. Speaking of which, Mrs. Harris has put a lot of thought into the wedding. She ordered a lot from me. Less aged Armagnac…”

"It's nothing, Furong is a good daughter-in-law..." Owen glanced at the in-laws beside him, somewhat satisfied with the appropriate compliment from the owner of the Three Broomsticks.

Mrs. Rosmerta walked in front in those shiny emerald high heels, and led them to a corner of the tavern. She seemed to see Alan at this time: "Principal Harris, your duel the other day was really serious." Let us feel safe. It is a blessing for us ordinary people to have you in the UK... Please rest assured that your expansion plan will definitely increase the flow of people. It will be great for those of us who open the store. Just sign in support of…”

"So it's worth a drink... and please pack us an extra cask of oak-aged mead,

Wait till we get back so the ladies can complain less. Allen smiled as a response, "In addition, please trouble us to order some food and drinks for us. We can't drink a few glasses of wine alone... If my father drinks too much and plays tricks, my mother will complain..."

"Stinky boy, it's up to me. According to the law, you can't drink alcohol!" Owen, who was chatting with his in-laws, felt a little shy, "Rosmerta served some butter beer to Allen, we can't break the law."

Mrs. Rosmerta smiled even more charmingly, and she responded with high-heeled shoes and left quickly. It didn't take long before a table of wine and appetizers were served, because she was the only one in the shop at this time, so she herself The wizards who called themselves gentlemen all offered to help.

"Monsieur Delacour, I'm sorry that the pork pie and pickles I ordered from the Goblet of Fire were not prepared today, but you can try this scotch bomb, which is boiled eggs wrapped in seasoned Put the ham, coriander, onion and spices into the oil pan and fry it... When you cut it, it is a kind of Scotch fried egg with fried pork chops wrapped in hot spring eggs. Its method is more complicated, and it is probably suitable for your French taste..." Ross Mrs. Murta said apologetically to the French wizard, and then turned her head to point to another large pint glass with mayonnaise and boiled prawns, "Director Harris, can I still serve you with dark beer?"

"Then thank you very much, Ms. Rosmerta." After Lun thanked him, he asked doubtfully, "Why didn't you see Cheryl? She's not here?"

"Cheryl got beaten up because she had a conflict with her husband. There's no business in the holiday store anyway, so I let her rest for a few days." Ms. Rosmerta sighed, "So women, you should choose like Miss Delacour. It’s fine for people, either like me.”

These words made Albert, who was not very good at the stag party with his father-in-law for some reason, embarrassed: "Ms. Rosmerta, if Cheryl needs any help, you can always ask me and Len for help. Remember her husband just fell ill and depended on her to support him?"

"Thank you, I'll tell her, today's appetizers are mine, Albert, I just re-fried this Scottish fried pork skin, I remember you like crisper..." Mrs. Rosmerta smiled Her gaze swept over the face of Albert next to Mr. Delacour, and the shop owner also felt that the groom-to-be's experience today was a bit too pitiful...

After chatting with everyone for a while, after drinking a small cup by himself, Rosmerta returned to the back of the bar and let the Harrises enjoy their own space without further interruption.

After the initial restraint, I drank three rounds.

Albert, who usually doesn't talk much, turned ruddy. He leaned forward, pressed one arm on the table, filled his glass with the other hand, and talked more. The tongue ignored the father-in-law and asked Owen: "Father...Father, what should I pay attention to in marriage? How can I be as loving...for a long time as you and mother..."

"Then you're asking the right person... Hiccup..." Minister Owen Harris leaned back on the chair, the front of his magic robe had been ripped open, his cheeks were flushed, and he pointed to his eldest son, "You guys I have seen it with my own eyes... I have my own experience in maintaining a happy marriage."

"Albert, I also have a secret." Mr. Delacour handed his cup to Albert, put his arms around his son-in-law's shoulders, and raised his voice abruptly, "Give... hiccup... fill it up for me too! ...Since we are good friends...I will pass it on to you..."

"Alan, Lun! Listen up too...it will be good for your future marriage happiness." Owen nodded solemnly, then paused, shaking his heavy head, raised his eyes to look at Ai Lun seems to have sobered up a bit, "...this kid seems to be better than all of us here...Alan, why don't you teach us?"

Alan, who was forced to drink only butter beer to stay awake, glanced at Mr. Delacour unnaturally, and found that the other party was looking at him curiously with drunken eyes. Alan showed an awkward smile stiffly, He rolled up the sleeves of his magic robe, no matter 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 happy." Love hearing stories about when you were on the Quidditch team..."

"There's enough wine, as your father... let me tell you about my feelings about marriage." Owen immediately sobered up and softened, he reached out to cover his glass, and glanced unnaturally at the ruddy Draco Mr. Er, noticing that the other party was looking at him curiously, Owen showed an awkward smile stiffly, "I'm not afraid of her..."

After Owen finished speaking, he glanced at the bar cautiously, and was relieved after making sure that Mrs. Rosmerta hadn't heard it. He cleared his throat and prepared to preach: "This is my father, that is, your grandpa... before my marriage A piece of very wise advice for me..."

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