"Your grandpa's marriage is the same as mine, and time has verified the correctness of this secret." Owen's fingers knocked on the table, "Albert, apologize to me now."

"What?" Albert looked dull, "Why do I apologize?"

"Don't talk nonsense." Owen looked serious and said, "Apologize to me."

"Sorry, father." Albert obeyed, but couldn't help asking, "But why?"

"The couple is like tongue and teeth, and they will inevitably encounter it. There are no couples in this world who do not quarrel... But before you refute your wife..." Irving pressed his hands down and took out the persuasion of the Minister of Magic. "Before this, don't hurry... take a step back and ask yourself two questions - do you want to win the argument or live a happy life?"

"My father taught me similar words..." Mr. Dragul nodded in agreement, "My father-in-law... Apoline's father obviously does not understand this well... You may have heard Furong say that Apoline's mother will be out of control from time to time, transform into a terrible bird-like creature form, and will turn into a sharp and big-mouthed bird head, and a pair of wings covered with scales on her shoulders... Then my mother-in-law rushed towards my father-in-law like a fireball... and then threw a real fireball at him..."

Albert swallowed silently, looked at Mr. Dragul, who was holding a wine glass and sipping with wine, and looked at Allen with fear: "Allen...why should Furong Animagus's business be slow?"

Lun, who recorded it carefully, responded positively like a good student who answered the professor's questions in class: "But you can't win the debate to get happiness. If I win then, wouldn't I convince the other party?"

"Lun... This is not your usual trial... Alas, I have nothing to worry about, Alan, Albert and even Emily, but you and Daisy are so uneasy..." Irving patted his second son's head helplessly, with his eyes full of worry, "I also said that I wanted to win, but after your grandfather heard my answer, he fell in front of me and sobbed..."

At this time, a rush interrupted them. Mr. Dragul next to him fell drunk on the table and knocked down the wine glass. The wine spilled into the dish, with some light yellow bubbles appearing. Albert waved quickly and cleaned the dining table and Mr. Dragul who was wet with the wine.

"I didn't quite understand what he meant at that time." Owen recalled his father's sadness, but in a flash he pointed at his sons with confidence and said, "But after so many years, I can explain to you like this, I am a very happy man."

"I understand...I understand..." Mr. Dragul's carefully combed mustache seemed to droop. "You know, she has half of the genius blood, so I am a very, very happy man."

"Then you will definitely not have a quarrel." Albert thought that the plan to stop Furong from transforming into Veva was a silence in front of his father-in-law, and he complimented.

"Child, don't understand the meaning wrongly. We will also quarrel. The couple always have to quarrel... If you always keep your breath silently, your anger will accumulate over time and it will erode your brain..." Mr. Dragul squinted his eyes and said weakly, "But I have never had the right to speak since the day I got married..."

"Albert, you have to learn how to 'communicate', that's the word - communication." Irving leaned on the chair, hung one hand on his in-laws, and waved his arms diagonally, "You have to understand, the way your partner speaks...but this takes time to practice, and the way men and women speak is different."

"Why is it different?" Lun quickly wrote down the keyword Irving on paper.

"For my wife Ravenclaw..." Allen couldn't help but speak to Lun, "Lun, let alone men and women, just think about Daisy and Emily. Are they different ways of speaking?... You don't usually talk to pure blood families often, I remember saying it well... You just treat communicating with them as you are negotiating, and you have to use all your intelligence on this..."

"I actually don't understand..." Albert couldn't understand and scratched the back of his head with a confused look on his face. "I think Furong and I have always communicated well."

"Emily told me that before Furong praised you for looking good in Auror uniforms, you kept wearing them..." Allen said, "But she recently told you that no matter how good she looks, she can't stand it even if she keeps wearing them, right?"

"I only realized three years after I got married..." Owen turned his head and agreed with Allen's sarcasm. "Your mother never explained her purpose. You know what happened at that time. Both of our families lost their own house elf, so if she wanted me to work, she would ask me a question, everything was hidden in the question..."

Albert was speechless, but Lun continued, "But Allen, don't you wear your outfit every day... Why don't they have any objections?"

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

"Just like Morgan LeFey and I were just getting married, I was about to go out, and the Quidditch ball stick was hanging on my shoulders, carrying my broom cornflower in my hand... Well, my sons, all of you should have heard your mother ask me this question - where are you going?" Owen was reminiscent of Mr. Dragur's words, and he paused and waved his hand, "But we were only married for a few months at that time, how could I know so much? I just raised the broom so stupidly and joked a little sarcastically, saying to her that I couldn't see that I was going to sweep the floor..."

Albert and Lun couldn't help but smile with their understanding of their mother, while Mr. Dragul gasped and shook his head and looked at his in-laws with sympathy. Alan gloated and wanted his father to describe the consequences in more detail so that he could be more accurate when he was used to funny others - but with Mr. Dragul present, he was somewhat worried that he would not ask the question.

"What are you laughing at? If you can't learn, you will cry at that time... and now I have learned something," Owen swept over Albert and Lunn meaningfully, "If I go out with a broom on my back and want to warm up with a few old guys, and your mother asks me where I go, I will only answer-I just want to put them outside to bask in the sun, baby, and come back to organize the garden after it is put. It's nothing, I'm just practicing how to carry a Quidditch ball stick and take a flying broom out..."

"But my father, isn't cornflower a flying broom designed for family use?" Allen knows the model of the flying broom. "I remember seeing advertisements based on their series during the World Cup... It has the characteristics of "safe" and "reliable". This flying broom has a built-in anti-theft bee speaker."

"Even Albert was not born at that time, so it would be nice if I could join Quidditch." Irving didn't say much about this issue, but Harris and others knew the meaning of their father's words. At that time, as the last male among the juniors in the family, he had to ensure his personal safety.

"This kind of bloodline is also circulating on Furong..." Mr. Delacour didn't like Quidditch very much as a French fat man. He waited for Harris to finish speaking, and drew a few circles on the table with his hands, and then pointed to his brain. "Albert, son-in-law, my child, you have to get used to it yourself... I can only crack Apollin's secret code and find what she wants me to do, for example: For example, I threw a pair of underwear on the bedroom floor. This incident can make her feel heartbroken. This is what she often says - it's really so heartbroken."

"Well... Morgan LeFay often complains like this," Irving echoed, leaning back to the sofa, tilting his head, looking at Mr. Dragul as if he had found a confidant.

"If I didn't make her heart chill, I would definitely push her to the wall. That's another angry sentence... Furong came home from Boothbaton and asked, 'Where did Mom go?', I can only say, 'She's frosting on the wall', I know so much..." Mr. Dragul recalled those days and sighed, "You can't even guess how she was forced to the wall. The murderer was a pair of underwear on the bedroom floor, 'What you saw is the most lethal piece of cotton in the world'. That pair of underwear was thrown on the bedroom floor. If she walked up to me and said 'Pick up', there would be only a few words."

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

"Of course Apollin wouldn't say that, otherwise it would be too simple and straightforward. At that moment, we must communicate in the highest level of wizards, which is the ability to speak in the direction of the wizard. "Merryn gives us the ability to talk..." Mr. Dragul pushed his empty wine glass to Albert and let him fill it up again. "She looked at me and then looked at my underwear and asked, 'Is this yours?' I bowed my head in surprise and confirmed again and again that this must be mine..."

"Uh... In fact, if it weren't for Mr. Dragul's own, I think it's your turn to ask..." Allen found that things gradually developed and exceeded his cognitive field - in fact, the general situation was that he was complaining about Luna throwing her underwear and underwear, "Albert, you can't copy this matter."

"That's not it!'What do you want me to do?' That's the only question your husband wants to ask his wife," Mr. Dragur patted his legs. "It's like in the ancient magical text class, but they all have their own version of Runevin... So son-in-law, you have to crack the passwords in their language and behavior by yourself."

"Uh...father, Mr. Dragul...I have a question to ask..." Allen, who was thought to be fine in this regard, asked unexpectedly, "If the other party helps you find another partner, what is the password?"
Chapter completed!