Your grandfather's marriage is just like mine. Time has proven the validity of this secret. "Owen tapped his finger on the table." Albert, apologize to me now. "
"What?" Albert was dumbfounded. "Why should I apologize?"
"Cut the crap." Owen's face was stern. "Apologize to me."
"I'm sorry, Father." Albert obeyed, but he could not help but ask, "But why?"
"Husband and wife are like tongues and teeth. They will inevitably come into contact. There are no husband and wife in the world who do not quarrel... But before you refute your wife..." Owen pressed his hands down and used his persuasive power as the head of the Ministry of Magic. "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 be happy?"
"My father taught me something similar..." Mr. Dracul nodded in agreement. "My father-in-law... Pauline's father obviously did not know this... You may have heard from the Hibiscus Chinensis that Pauline's mother would lose control from time to time and transform into a terrifying bird-like creature. She would grow a bird's head with a sharp beak and a pair of wings covered with scales on her shoulders... Then, my mother-in-law would charge at my father-in-law like a fireball... Then, she would throw a real fireball at him..."
Albert swallowed his saliva silently. He glanced at Mr. Dracul who was sipping his wine and looked at Allen with fear. "Allen... Should we postpone the Hibiscus Chinensis Animagus?"
Lunn, who was taking notes seriously, responded enthusiastically like a good student answering a professor's question in class. "But I have to win the argument to be happy. If I win, won't I be able to convince the other party?"
"Lunn... This is not your usual trial... Sigh, I have nothing to worry about with Allen, Albert, and even Emily. But you and Daisy are so troublesome..." Owen patted his second son's head helplessly. His eyes were full of worry. "I said I wanted to win, but after your grandfather heard my answer, he collapsed in front of me and sobbed..."
Suddenly, a crash interrupted them. Mr. Dracul, who was next to them, fell on the table and knocked over his wine glass. The wine spilled onto the dishes and caused some light yellow bubbles. Albert quickly waved his hand and used the cane to clean up the table and Mr. Dracul who was soaked by the wine.
"At that time, I didn't quite understand what he meant." Owen was a little sad when he recalled his father. But in the next moment, he pointed at his sons confidently and said, "But after so many years, I can explain to you that I am a very, very, very, very happy man."
"I understand … I understand …" Mr. Dracul's meticulously combed mustache seemed to droop. "Having such a beautiful and demure wife, as you all know, she's half Einherjar, so I'm a very, very, very happy man."
"Then, you won't quarrel anymore." Albert thought that his attempt to stop Hibiscus Chinensis from turning into a Seductress was a slip of the tongue in front of his father-in-law.
"Son, don't misunderstand. We quarrel too. Husband and wife will always bicker... If you keep silent, the anger will accumulate over time and it will eat away at your brain..." Mr. Dracul squinted his eyes and said weakly, "But from the day I got married, I have never had the right to speak..."
"Albert, you have to learn how to 'communicate'. That's the word — communicate." Owen leaned on the chair, one hand hanging on his in-law's body. He waved his arm and said, "You have to understand how the other half talks... But this takes time to learn. Men and women talk differently."
"How are they different?" Lunn quickly wrote down Owen's key words on the paper.
"For the sake of my wife, Ravenclaw..." Allen was speechless at Lunn and could not help but say, "Lunn, let's not talk about men and women. Just think about Daisy and Emily. They talk differently, okay? Don't you usually talk to the pureblood families? I remember you talking quite well... Just think of communicating with them as a negotiation. You have to use all your intelligence on this... "
"I don't really understand..." Albert could not understand. He scratched the back of his head in confusion. "I think I've always communicated well with Hibiscus Chinensis."
"Emily told me that Hibiscus Chinensis said you looked good in the Aura uniform, so you've been wearing it..." Allen said, "But she recently told you that no matter how good it looks, you can't stand wearing it all the time, right?"
"I only understood it after three years of marriage …" Owen tilted his head to the side and agreed with Alan's sarcasm. "Your mother has never stated her purpose clearly. You know the situation at that time. Both of our families have lost their house elves, so if she wants me to work, she'll ask me a question, and everything is hidden in the question …"
Albert was speechless, but Lunn continued, "But Allen, don't you wear this uniform every day... Why don't they have any objections?"
Allen shook his head. "... You should master the basics first before you consider these questions."
"Just like when Morgan-le-feil and I were just about to go out, Quidditch's bat was hanging on his shoulder and my broom cornflower in his hand... Well, my sons, all of you should have heard your mother ask me this question. Where are you going?" Owen was reminded by Mr. Dracul's words. He paused and waved his hand. "But at that time, we had only been married for a few months. How could I know so much? I just foolishly raised the broom and made a sarcastic joke. I told her that she couldn't tell that I was going to sweep the floor …"
Albert and Lunn could not help but grin because of their understanding of their mother. Mr. Dracul, on the other hand, could not help but gasp. He shook his head and looked at his in-laws sympathetically. Allen gloated and wanted his father to describe the consequences in more detail so that he could be more accurate when he used it to tease others. But due to the presence of Mr. Dracul, he had some scruples and did not ask the question.
"What are you laughing at? You will cry if you can't learn it. But now, I have learned it. "Owen glanced meaningfully at Albert and Lunn who were listening carefully." If I go out with the broom now to warm up with a few of my old buddies, and your mother asks me where I am going, I will only answer that I just want to put them outside to bask in the sun. Baby, I will come back to tidy up the garden after that. It's nothing. I'm just practicing how to carry a Quidditch bat and a flying broom when I go out … "
"But father, isn't cornflower a flying broom designed for family use?" Allen knew the model of the flying broom like the back of his hand. "I remember seeing an advertisement for it during the World Cup. It has the characteristics of 'safety' and 'reliability'. This flying broom has a built-in anti-theft buzzer."
"Even Albert was not born at that time. It was good enough that I was able to participate in Quidditch." Owen did not say much on this issue, but Harris knew what their father meant. At that time, as the last male in the family, he had to ensure his own safety.
"Hibiscus Chinensis also has this bloodline..." As a fat French man, Mr. Dracul did not like Quidditch very much. He waited for Harris to finish before he drew a few circles on the table with his finger. He then pointed at his brain. "Albert, my son-in-law, my child, you have to get used to this. I can only decipher Pauline's secret code and find out what she wants me to do. For example, if I lose a pair of underwear on the floor of my bedroom, it will make her feel bitterly disappointed. This is what she always says when she is angry. It is really bitterly disappointing."
"Hmm... Morgan-le-Feil often complains like this too." Owen agreed. He leaned back on the sofa and tilted his head. He looked at Mr. Dracul as if he had found a confidant.
"If I didn't make her feel bitterly disappointed, then I must have forced her to the wall. This is what she said when she was angry. Hibiscus Chinensis came home from Boothbottom and asked, 'Where is Mommy?' I can only say, 'She's frosting on the wall.' That's all I know … "Mr. Dracul recalled those days and sighed." You won't even be able to guess how she was forced onto the wall. The culprit was a pair of underwear on the bedroom floor. 'In front of you is the most lethal piece of cotton cloth in the world.' The underwear was left on the floor of the bedroom. If she came to me and said, 'Pick it up,' it would only be a few words. "
"Then why didn't she say it directly?" Albert was confused. He could not understand it at all.
"Of course, Pauline wouldn't say that. Otherwise, it would be too simple and straightforward. At that moment, we had to communicate with the highest level of wizard language, which is the ability Merlin gave us to speak in a roundabout way... "Mr. Dracul pushed his empty glass to Albert for him to refill it." She looked at me and then at my underwear and asked, 'Is this yours?' I looked down in surprise and confirmed that it was not mine... "
"Uh... In fact, if it wasn't yours, Mr. Dracul, I think it would be your turn to ask..." Allen found that the situation was gradually developing beyond his understanding. In fact, he was usually complaining about Luna throwing her underwear. "Albert, this depends on the person. You can't copy her."
"That's right! 'What do you want me to do? ' This is the only question a husband wants to ask his wife. "Mr. Dracul patted his thigh." It's just like the ancient magic classes, but they have their own version of Runic... So, son-in-law, you have to decipher the code in their language and behavior. "
"Uh... Father, Mr. Dracul... I have a question I would like to ask..." Alan, who was thought to have no problem in this aspect, unexpectedly asked, "If the other party helps you find other partners, what is the password?"
"Allen, don't just drink butter beer..." Mr. Dracul seemed to have forgotten that Allen's drink did not contain alcohol. He shook his head. "Anyone who eats fried pork skin won't get drunk like this..."
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