"I raise my horn to the Raven Clan! The finest friends and warriors!"
Albert, dressed as a Viking as well, took the Horn Cup handed to him by the fat man, who had likewise dressed up as a Viking Pirate, and began performing his lines before the audience. Everyone held their own Horn Cups, murmured encouragement to one another, and the wizards all drank deeply to bolster their courage.
Because of his outstanding build and appearance, along with his status, Albert had become the leader of this band of Vikings. Though his personality was rather straightforward, he had received proper Auror undercover training, so a performance of such little difficulty was still something he could handle with ease.
And that exotic attire made Fleur, who was hosting below the stage, feel that her husband looked even wilder and more charming—which also made up her mind that once the program ended, she absolutely could not let her husband take off that outfit early. Instead, she would have him keep wearing it all the way back to their bedroom...
"If no one is willing to throw open the gates, how do we become the new masters of England? Simple. With the axes in our hands." Albert walked toward the prow of the Dragon-headed Ship. "The axes in our hands can make him... make her..." As he walked, he looked at the crewmen around him. "Even it..." He pointed at Dobby the House-elf, whom Hermione had used her authority to force into the performance and dress up like a warrior. "Become Legend... What matters is, pick up your axes... and then..." He drew the two axes at his left and right, his tone no longer relaxed as he roared, "Make a blazing entrance! They think we're barbarians—don't disappoint them!"
The Viking ship stopped