Owen and his group appeared in Hogsmeade, the only village in Britain made up entirely of wizards with no Muggles. It was a uniquely beautiful little village, full of cottages and shops with roofs covered in thatch. In the past, every holiday, the trees in the village would be hung with enchanted candles—while now, major construction was underway around Hogwarts, though this little village had not been affected for the time being.
The three Albert brothers walked ahead somewhat dejectedly, with Albert's father and Albert's father-in-law following not far behind.
"Owen, this is a young people's event for Albert and the others. Isn't it a little inappropriate for us elders to go along..." Monsieur Delacour flicked his upturned, pointed little mustache and glanced at the young men in front. "Especially me. As his father-in-law, I really shouldn't be attending my son-in-law's pre-wedding stag do... Whatever plans they had will be hard to carry out..."
"Don't worry, in-law. Albert and the others can have a proper stag do by themselves afterward..." Owen had a cigar clenched between his teeth, and after leaving the manor, he seemed a little more rakish than usual. "Besides, you should know Albert. His plans amount to drinking with a bunch of colleagues, that's all... Or do you want to go back and discuss with the ladies what color socks we ought to wear at the wedding?"
"Last time I came to the Three Broomsticks, the parents of that Bulgarian Quidditch star Champion said the fruit brandy here was quite good." Monsieur Delacour's steps became resolute.
At the Three Broomsticks Pub, Owen and his group lifted the curtain and went inside. Unlike its usual extremely crowded, noisy, warm, smoky bustle, during the Hogwarts holidays, there were neither Quidditch matches nor teachers, students, and parents taking advantage of