Owen and the rest appeared in the only Hogsmeade village in Britain that was full of wizards and did not have a Muggle. It was a very unique and beautiful village full of cottages and shops with thatched roofs. Previously, during the holidays, the trees in the village would be covered with enchanted candles. Now that Hogwarts was under construction, this small village was not affected yet.
Albert and his brothers walked in front with their heads down. Albert's father and Albert's father-in-law followed not far behind.
"Owen, this is Albert's program. As elders, it's not appropriate for us to go with them …" Mr. Dracul flicked his pointy mustache and looked at the young people in front of him. "Especially me. As a father-in-law, it's not appropriate for me to join my son-in-law's pre-wedding party. It's not good for them to have any programs …"
"Don't worry about me, in-law. Albert and the rest can have a formal stag prowl later …" Owen had a cigar in his mouth. He looked more casual than usual after coming out of the manor. "And you should know Albert. His program is nothing more than drinking with a group of colleagues. Or do you want to go back and discuss with the ladies what color socks we should wear at the wedding?"
"The last time I came to Three Brooms, the parents of the Bulgarian soccer player Warriors said the fruit brandy here is good." Mr. Dracul's pace was firm.
Owen and the rest opened the curtain of the Three Brooms Bar and walked in. It was extremely crowded, noisy, hot, and smoky as usual. During the holidays in Hogwarts, there was no Quidditch competition, no school teachers and students, and no parents who used Hogsmeade Week as an opportunity to visit their children. The place was very quiet. After all, the wizards' first choice for shopping was Diagon Alley hidden in the small courtyard behind the Broken Cauldron Bar that Muggle could not see in London, England. Only after work hours, the wizards who were carrying out expansion projects nearby would come here to relax before going home.
The graceful and beautiful Mrs. Rosmerta was napping on the bar counter. When she saw Owen and the rest coming in, she quickly got up and walked over gracefully. "Ravenclaw bless you, Minister Harris. What brings you here today?"
"It's nice to see you, Rosmerta. We're here to have a few drinks to celebrate the end of my son Albert's single life." Owen said in a good mood. He reached out his hand and pointed at Mr. Dracul who was standing by the side. "This is Hibiscus Chinensis's father. We don't have to go to work today, so don't worry about it. Fill up our glasses."
"Ah, Mr. Dracul, please forgive me. We haven't seen each other for a few years …" Mrs. Rosmerta smiled coquettishly as her sexy body trembled slightly. She glanced at Albert who was about to take his father and father-in-law to the pre-wedding stag party with some pity. She turned her body slightly and invited, "Since there's not much business, I'll close the shop temporarily. Speaking of which, Mrs. Harris has put in a lot of effort for the wedding. She ordered a lot of vintage vintage clothes from me …"
"That's nothing. Hibiscus Chinensis is a good daughter-in-law …" Owen glanced at his in-laws beside him and was somewhat satisfied with the appropriate compliment from the owner of Three Brooms.
Mrs. Rosmerta walked in front in a pair of shiny emerald high heels and led them to a corner of the pub. She seemed to have just noticed Allen. "Principal Harris, your duel a few days ago really gave us a sense of security. It's 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's the best thing for us to have a shop owner. I signed to express my support at the first opportunity …"
"So, this is worth a drink for us … Also, please pack an extra barrel of honey wine ripened with oak for us. When we go back later, the ladies won't complain so much." Allen smiled as a response. "Also, please give us some dishes to go with the wine. We can't drink more than a few glasses of wine … If Father gets drunk and acts like a drunkard, Mother will complain …"
"Brat, you're trying to control me. According to the law, you're not allowed to drink!" Owen, who was chatting with his in-laws, felt a little embarrassed. "Rosmerta, give Allen some butter beer. We can't break the law knowingly."
Mrs. Rosmerta smiled even more charmingly. She nodded and quickly left in her high heels. Not long after, a table of wine and dishes was served. Since she was the only one in the pub, the male sorcerers who claimed to be gentlemen took the initiative to help her.
"Mr. Dracul, I'm sorry that I didn't prepare the pork pie and pickles that you ordered when you came to the Goblet of Fire last time. However, you can try this Scottish bomb. It's a boiled egg wrapped with seasoned ham, cilantro, spring onions, and spices before being fried in a pan of oil … When it's cut open, it's a Scottish fried egg that feels like a fried pork chop wrapped in a hot spring egg. It's a little more complicated, but I think it's more suitable for you French …" Mrs. Rosmerta said to the French sorcerer apologetically. Then, she turned her head and pointed at another large pint glass with mayonnaise and boiled prawns. "Director Harris, can I still serve you a dark beer?"
"Thank you so much, Mrs. Rosmerta." After Lunn thanked her, he asked in confusion, "Why don't I see Cheryl? She's not here? "
"Cheryl had a conflict with her husband and was beaten up. Anyway, there's no business in the pub during the holidays, so I let her rest for a few days." Mrs. Rosmerta let out a long sigh. "So, women either choose the right person like Miss Dracul, or it's good to be like me."
These words made Albert, who was not in a good mood because he was lying on the stag with his father-in-law for no reason, feel embarrassed. "Mrs. Rosmerta, if Cheryl needs any help, you can always ask Lunn and me for help. I remember that her husband had just fallen ill, so it's all up to her now, isn't it?"
"Thank you, I'll tell her. Today's dishes will be mine. Albert, I've just re-fried this Scottish fried pork skin. I remember that you like crispy ones …" Mrs. Rosmerta glanced at Albert next to Mr. Dracul with a smile. The female shop owner also felt that the groom-to-be's encounter today was a little too pitiful …
After chatting with the crowd for a while and drinking a small glass, Rosmerta did not disturb them anymore and returned to the back of the bar counter to let Harris and the rest enjoy their own space.
After the initial restraint, three rounds of drinks had passed.
Albert, who was usually a man of few words, now had a rosy complexion. He leaned forward and pressed one of his arms on the table while his other hand filled his glass to the brim. He started to talk a lot. Ignoring his father-in-law, he asked Owen, "F-Father, what should I pay attention to in marriage? How can I be like you and mom, loving each other so much … for a long time … "
"Then you've asked the right person … Burp …" Minister Owen Harris leaned back on the chair. The front of his magic robe had been pulled open. His cheeks were flushed red as he pointed at his eldest son and said, "You've all seen it with your own eyes … I have my own experience in maintaining a happy marriage."
"Albert, I-I have a secret too." Mr. Dracul handed his glass to Albert and hugged his son-in-law's shoulder. Suddenly, he raised his voice. "Burp … Fill mine up too! Since we're good friends … I'll pass it on to you.
I'll pass it on to you … "
"Allen, Lunn! Listen up … This will be good for your marriage in the future. " Owen nodded solemnly and then paused. He shook his heavy head and looked up at Allen. He seemed to have sobered up a little. "… This kid seems to be better than all of us in this aspect … Allen, why don't you teach us?"
Allen, who was forced to drink only butter beer to stay sober, glanced at Mr. Dracul unnaturally and found that he was looking at him curiously with drunken eyes. Allen stiffly showed an awkward smile. He rolled up the sleeves of his magic robe and poured the wine regardless of whether the glass in front of Owen was full or not. "Father, Aunt Josephine has told me a lot about you in school … I think mom would like to hear the stories about you in the Quidditch football team …"
"That's enough wine. As your father … I'll share my thoughts on marriage." Owen immediately sobered up and gave in. He reached out to block his wine glass and unnaturally glanced at Mr. Dracul, whose face was flushed red. Realizing that the other party was curiously sizing him up, Owen stiffly revealed an awkward smile. "I'm not afraid of her …"
After Owen finished, he carefully glanced at the bar to make sure that Mrs. Rosmerta did not hear him. He cleared his throat and was ready to pass on a very wise piece of advice. "This is a very wise piece of advice that my father, who is your grandfather … passed on to me before I got married …"
Albert moved closer and Lunn also cooperatively moved the wine glass and dishes in front of him away. He took out a notebook and a quill and looked like he was going to take notes seriously. Even Allen, who did not take it seriously, twitched his ears and turned his attention over.
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