Chapter 1049?? Even if You Eat One Bite of Fried Pork Rinds, You Won’t Get so Drunk...

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"Your grandfather's marriage is just like mine. Time has proven the correctness of this secret." Owen tapped his fingers on the table, "Albert, apologize to me now."

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

"Stop talking nonsense." Owen said with a stern look on his face, "Apologise to me."

"I'm sorry, Father." Albert obeyed, but couldn't help but ask, "But why?"

"Husbands and wives are like tongues and teeth. They will inevitably touch each other. How can there be a couple in this world who doesn't quarrel... But before you refute your wife..." Owen pressed his hands down and took out the magic The Minister’s Persuasiveness, “Before that, take your time…take a step back and ask yourself two questions – do you want to win an argument, or do you want to be happy?”

"My father taught me something similar..." Mr. Delacour nodded in agreement, "My father-in-law... Apollin's father obviously didn't understand this... You may have heard Fleur say that Apollin's mother From time to time, I would be so angry that I would lose control and transform into a terrifying bird-like creature form. It would turn into a bird's head with a sharp beak, and a pair of wings covered with scales would grow from my shoulders... Then my mother-in-law would look like a fireball. Rushed towards my father-in-law just as hard...and threw real fireballs at him..."

Albert swallowed silently and glanced at Mr. Delacour, who was holding the wine glass and sipping the wine one after another. He looked at Allen with some fear: "Alan...how about Fleur Animagus?" Is the matter still slowing down?"

On the other hand, Lunn, who took notes carefully, responded positively like a good student who answered the professor's questions in class: "But you don't have to win to be happy in a debate. If I win by then, won't I have convinced the other party?"

"Len... this is not your usual court hearing... Alas, I have nothing to worry about with Alan, Albert and even Emily, but you and Daisy are so disturbing..." Owen took the photo helplessly. Looking at the second son's head, his eyes were full of worry, "I also said that I wanted to win, but after your grandfather heard my answer, he fell down in front of me and sobbed..."

At this moment, a crash interrupted their words. Mr. Delacour, who was next to him, was drunk on the table and knocked over his wine glass. The wine spilled onto the dishes, creating some light yellow bubbles. Albert waved his hand quickly, and Wu Zhi used Cleaning to clean up the table and Mr. Delacour, who was wet with wine.

"At that time, I didn't quite understand what he meant." Owen recalled that his father was a little sad, but in an instant he pointed at his sons with confidence and said, "But after so many years, I can explain to you this way, I am a happy man. A very happy man.”

"I understand...I understand..." Mr. Delacour's carefully combed mustache seemed to be drooping. "Having such a beautiful and graceful wife, as you know, she is half Veela blood, so I am very, very happy." A very happy man."

"Then you will definitely not quarrel." Albert complimented, thinking that his attempt to prevent Fleur from transforming into a Veela was a faux pas in front of his father-in-law.

"Child, don't get me wrong, we also quarrel, couples always quarrel... If you always hold your breath, anger will accumulate over time, and it will corrode your brain." Mr. Delacour Squinting his eyes, he said feebly, "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 - communication." Owen leaned on the chair, hung one hand on his in-laws, waved his arm diagonally and said, "You have to understand that the other half The way of speaking...but it takes time to practice, the way men and women speak is different."

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

"For the sake of my wife Ravenclaw..." Allen was speechless to Lun and couldn't help but said, "Len, don't talk about men and women, just think back to Daisy and Emily, what they said The methods are all different, okay?…You don’t often talk to pure-blood families, I remember you said it very well…You should treat communicating with them as if you are negotiating, and you have to use all your ingenuity on this…”

"I actually don't quite understand..." Albert couldn't understand and scratched the back of his head in confusion, "I think my communication with Fleur has always been pretty good."

"Emily told me that Fleur told you that you looked good in the Auror uniform before and you kept wearing it..." Alan started, "But she just recently told you that no matter how good-looking you are, you can't stand wearing it all the time, right?"

"I didn't understand until three years after we got married..." Owen tilted his head and acknowledged Allen's sarcasm. "Your mother never explained her purpose. You know what happened at that time. Both sides of our families were She lost her house elf, so if she wanted me to do something, she would ask me a question, and it was all wrapped up in the question..."

Albert was speechless, but Lunn continued, "But Ellen, don't you wear what you wear every day...why don't they have any objection?"

Allen shook his head: "...Master the basics first, and then consider these issues."

"It's like when Morgan Le Fay and I were newly married and I was getting ready to go out, my Quidditch stick slung over my shoulder and my broomstick in my hand, Cornflower... Well, my sons, all of you Everyone should have heard your mother ask me this question - where are you going?" Mr. Delacour's words brought back Owen's memories. He paused and waved his hands, "But we had only been married for a few short years at that time. Months, how could I know so much? I just raised the broom stupidly and made a sarcastic joke, telling her that she couldn’t tell that I was going to sweep the floor..."

Albert and Len couldn't help grinning because of their understanding of their mother, while Mr. Delacour couldn't help but take a breath of air, shook his head and looked at the in-laws sympathetically, Alan thought with some schadenfreude. He asked his father to describe the consequences in more detail so that he could be more precise when using it to tease others - but the presence of Mr. Delacour made him somewhat hesitant to ask the question.

"Why are you laughing? If you can't learn it, you will cry later...and now I have learned something," Owen meaningfully glanced at Albert and Len who were listening carefully, "If I carry this The brooms went out to warm up with some old friends, and your mother asked me where I was going, and I would just answer - I just want to put them outside to bask in the sun, honey, and then come back and tidy up the garden. Nothing Well, I'm just practicing how to carry a Quidditch stick and a broomstick when going out..."

"But father, isn't Cornflower a broomstick designed for home use?" Allen knew the models of broomsticks well. "I remember seeing advertisements according to their series during the World Cup. It has "safety" , "reliable" features, this broomstick comes with a built-in anti-theft buzzer."

"Albert wasn't even born at that time. It would be great if I could participate in Quidditch." Owen didn't say much on this issue, but Harris and the others all knew the meaning of their father's words - as the last member of the family at that time, As a man, he has to ensure his own safety.

"Fleur also has this kind of blood..." As a fat Frenchman, Mr. Delacour didn't like Quidditch very much. He waited for the Harrises to finish speaking, 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 this... I can only crack Apollin's secret code myself and find what she wants me to do. For example : For example, I left a pair of underwear on the floor in the bedroom, and it chilled her, and that was something she often said in anger—it was really chilling.”

"Well...Morgan le Fay often complains like this." Owen agreed. 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, I certainly drove her up the wall, and here's another one of her angry words... Fleur came home from Beauxbatons and asked, 'Where's mum?', and all I could say was, ' She's got frost on the wall, that's all I know..." Mr. Delacour recalled those days and sighed, "You can't even guess how she was forced up the wall. The murderer was on the bedroom floor. A pair of underwear, 'before your eyes is the most lethal piece of cotton in the world'. That pair of underwear was just thrown on the bedroom floor. If she had walked up to me and said 'pick it up', it would only have been a few words. "

"Then why didn't she just say it?" Albert was confused and couldn't understand it at all.

"Of course Apolline wouldn't say that, otherwise it would be too simple, direct and straight to the point. At that moment, we must use the wizard's highest level language to communicate, that is, Merlin gave us the ability to speak in roundabout ways..." Delacour The gentleman pushed his empty wine glass in front of Albert and asked him to fill it up again, UU reading www.uukanshu. net "She just looked at me, then looked at my underwear and asked, 'Is this yours?' I lowered my head in surprise and confirmed again and again that this must be mine..."

"Uh... In fact, if it's not your own, Mr. Delacour, I think it would be your turn to ask..." Allen found that things gradually developed beyond his cognitive field - in fact, the general The situation was that he was complaining about Luna throwing away her underwear, "Albert, this matter should be dealt with separately and you can't copy it."

"That's right! 'What do you want me to do?' This is the only question a husband wants to ask his wife," Mr. Delacour patted his leg, "It's like taking an ancient magic text class, except that they both Each has their own version of the runes...so, son-in-law, you have to decipher the codes in their language and behavior on your own.”

"Uh...Father, Mr. Delacour...I have a question..." Allen, who was thought to have no problem in this regard, unexpectedly asked, "If the other party helps you find other partners, among them What’s the password?”

"Alan, don't just drink butterbeer..." Mr. Delacour seemed to have forgotten that Alan's drink did not contain alcohol. He shook his head, "But you won't get so drunk after eating a bite of fried pork rinds..."

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