My classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

Chapter 142 The Lost Lover

JQK Bakery is an old shop, although it has only been established for a mere ten years, but for this young city, a ten-year shop is enough to become a precious memory in the life of some people.

Not to mention that the quality of the bread in the store is also good. After a long distance, Nelson could smell a strong buttery aroma, which is different from the sweet and dizzying smell at the door of ordinary bakeries. This fragrance is mixed with malt And the unique aroma of all kinds of baked grains, while making people feel sweet, it also feels elegant, which attracts passers-by to enter the store involuntarily.

After a while, the team finally moved to where Nelson and Newt were. The bakery only had a small door, and the window next to the door occupied most of the facade, making the door and signboard look a bit cramped, but it also showed the owner's self-confidence— —The window was filled with all kinds of cute pastries, and Nelson pointed to a pink baby elephant and asked, "Newt, this doesn't look like an ordinary animal."

"That's right, Jacob's bakery is so popular not only because his secret recipe is really delicious, but also because of his extraordinary imagination in bread shape," Newt nodded deeply, and said, "So I Sometimes I also think that he may actually remember those things in the past, look at that rainbow farting pony, it looks like a unicorn!"

"Sir, that's a unicorn." An old lady in a pink shirt turned around and stared at Newt with an unfriendly expression and said, "That's not a rainbow fart, it's auspicious clouds created by the flight of a unicorn, if you If you don’t want to buy this one, please don’t comment on it at will, your description has hurt my desire to buy.”

"Hold...Sorry," Newt rubbed the back of his head and smiled apologetically, "Sorry, I spoke too loudly..."

"I hope you can pay attention in the future. You are taking the child out to play, so don't teach him badly." The old lady said righteously, "The elders should set an example."

"I'm not..." Newt could only say, being terrified by the old lady's stare, "Thank you for your reminder, I will pay attention."

Satisfied, the old lady turned around and walked into the bakery, leaving Nelson standing behind Newt covering his mouth and grinning. Newt curled his lips. After a while, the old lady came out carrying a large paper bag and a transparent cake box. , and there is an identical unicorn inside.

"It's so cute." Nelson praised Newt, looking at the cake box in her hand, as he turned to let the old man pass.

"Oh, boy, your mouth is so sweet." The old lady grinned, as if Jacob's bread was praised more than she was praised, and she poured the cake box into the other hand, He patted Nelson's head with his free hand, then took out a puff from the paper bag and stuffed it into Nelson's hand, "You are a good and polite boy, are you hungry after waiting so long? Eat some puffs Fu."

Then, she left the puff without any explanation, turned and left.

"Thank you," Nelson stared blankly at the puff in his hand, picked it up and tasted it, and swallowed it in one bite, soft and smooth chocolate cream gushed out of the cracked cream dough, filling him with the sweet taste Nelson savored the old man's mouth carefully, and said indistinctly as he watched the old man walk away, "Look, Newt, you can still get food by talking like me."

"You guy." Newt bent down, rumpled Nelson's hair, and walked into the store, "Didn't you listen to what the old lady told you? Be polite and don't talk while eating. .”

"Okay," Nelson swallowed, stuffed the remaining half into his mouth, and followed into the store.

There are two customers queuing up in front of the counter, like a couple, arguing about whether to eat strawberry or apple flavor. Behind the counter is a fat man with a smile on his face. He is not tall. It can even be said to be a bit short, and it seems that it is not much higher than the counter with three shelves. His face is round, with a pair of smiling eyebrows, and a mustache hangs tremblingly above his mouth. Norton II's well-groomed straight mustache, Jacob's beard is a bit messy and curled upwards, it can be seen that he is an optimistic and cheerful man who is willing to enjoy life.

He was wearing a beige apron with a lot of jam on it. Under the apron, he was meticulously wearing a suit of shirt and vest. He even wore a tie. His hairline was a little high, which made his face more full. He didn't have much The black hair is a little grizzled, and I don't know if it's the gray hair from old age or the flour stuck on from working in the bakery.

As soon as Nelson walked into the store, he felt that although the space inside was packed to the brim, there was still a lot of room to spare. For a while, he thought that Newt had secretly cast the Untraceable Stretching Charm for his Muggle friend, until he saw Jacob Looking at the well-cared-for four-story container in front of the clean white wall behind him, he realized that it was the diligence of the owner that made this small store look so comfortable.

On his callused hands, every tiny palm line was filled with flour. Seeing Newt enter the door, Jacob raised his head, and the wrinkles on his face were also stretched out. He raised his eyebrows and greeted happily. The eyebrows that were already curved became even more excited, "Newt, are you here?"

"Well, Jacob." Newt put down his collar that had been turned up, took off his hat and nodded in greeting, "Long time no see."

"Indeed," Jacob skillfully packed the two cakes they finally decided to order for the couple, stretched his neck and looked out of the store, and said, "It just so happens that there are no customers behind you, so I think they are all ready to eat." It's lunch, what would you like to eat? Or waffles?"

Newt shot Nelson a questioning look, Jacob saw Nelson standing behind the shelf, he raised his eyebrows higher, his eyes scanned the two heads back and forth, and thought about his words for a while , and asked, "Newt, when you went to Austria this time, the children are all this old? Your hair color is really exactly the same, although... although I haven't seen many hair colors changing with the children."

"No no," Newt waved his hand and explained, "This is a friend of mine, and I just dyed my hair for convenience."

"Convenient?" Jacob turned and walked into the baking room behind him, put on a pair of thick baking gloves, opened the oven, and took out a tray full of small bread, which was squeezed into a flying bird The shape of a four-legged giant bird looks very mighty, and the taste should be good, he nodded deeply, "Indeed, it's quite popular now, I saw the advertisement for that neutralizer a few days ago—— A neighbor suggested I dye my hair black, but it was just flour."

"That's right, you're young," Newt nodded, looking at a group of birds with their teeth and claws on Jacob's tray, and asked curiously, "What kind of animal are you?"

"I don't know, I dreamed about it, I just think it's cool, it should be very popular... Try it," Jacob shook his head, took down two pieces of steaming bread, and handed them to New York. Te, "Give it to your friends too. It has no name, and if you would give it a name, I'd be more than grateful."

"Uh..." Newt shared a piece of bread with Nelson, stared at the pastry in his hand and thought for a while, then patted his head and said, "How about the Hippogriff? I think it's very comprehensive."

"That's right," Jacob nodded, "but to be honest, it's still not as good as the flower fairy you got before."

He poured all the bread in the tray into a wooden frame, leaned on the counter and looked at Nelson who had finished eating a hippogriff, and asked, "Mr. over there, is this bread delicious?" ?”

"Very good," Nelson gave a thumbs up, his teeth flashed a silver light, "Mr. Jacob, my name is Nelson."

"Hello." Jacob greeted, and stared blankly at a cake in the cupboard in the shape of a woman sewing, until Newt questioned him and brought him back to reality.

"By the way, Jacob, if I remember correctly, your store name used to be JK," Newt chewed on the hippogriff's eagle head, carefully observed Jacob's expression, and said softly Asked, "What is that Q in the middle?"

"The Q in the middle?" Jacob covered his forehead, his small voice squeezed out between his teeth, he shook his head and said in pain, "I don't know, but I always feel that the most important piece of my heart should be Belonging to one person, one my 'queen', like it's impossible to have only jacks and kings in a deck of cards...but lol, maybe it's because I've been single for so long that I'm even hallucinating."

Jacob smiled wryly and shook his head, his forehead was covered with sweat, he took out a squared pink handkerchief from his trousers pocket with great effort, wiped the fine sweat from his forehead, breathed heavily, and waved his hand at Newt , "Sorry, I may have been single for too long, and I actually fantasized that I once had a lover, hahaha."

"Are you okay?" Newt rushed to the counter, grabbed Jacob's arm, and asked softly, "Can you tell me?"

"It's not inconvenient, it's just a little embarrassing...can you take it easy, I'm a little hurt," Jacob said, patting Newt's hand, looking out at the street, "I might really need to go Find a girlfriend and get married. Recently, I always dream of a girl who is close to me. She likes to wear beautiful clothes, but good clothes are too expensive, so we go to the cloth market every day to buy some fashionable cloth and go home. She does some tailoring work, and I serve her tea and water, she likes to eat the little biscuits I bake for her, and I like to bake her little biscuits..."

"She is a very considerate person, and she can always see what others are thinking, so she often buries her own thoughts in her heart," Jacob said, with a happy expression on his face, as if there was such a feeling. This beautiful woman loves him, supports each other, and stays with him day and night, "But I think it's better to be myself, after all, there is me. Although I am just a baker, it is the two of us after all, isn't it?"

"It's all right," Newt reached behind his back, and when he reached out again, he already had a glass of water. He brought the glass to Jacob's mouth and said, "Drink some water, and you'll be fine."

Jacob took a sip of water, coughed twice, and his eyes gradually returned to clarity. He shook his head, like a raccoon in the water shaking off the water on his body, and asked, "By the way, you want to eat What? Still waffles? Still baking in the oven, I'll check."

"Well, Waffle, please." Newt nodded, turning and walking towards Nelson when Jacob turned and walked into the baking room.

"Did you see that?" Newt said worriedly, "The U.S. Ministry of Magic has a bunch of crappy wizards in its establishment? You see, that's obviously a sign of magic failure. He almost said Queenie's name just now. "

"Queenie? The witch who likes to wear beautiful clothes but has no money to buy them and can only make them herself, but was taken away by Grindelwald?" Nelson raised his eyebrows and asked, "But I haven't heard of Nurmengadry. There is such a number one person."

"Grindelwald has more people than you have seen." Newt shook his head and asked anxiously, "How are you learning potions? Do you know how to deal with this situation?"

"You've already gone to the doctor for a sudden illness," Nelson said, unable to help. "To be honest, I have less education than you did in the few years you were studying, and my Potions class is not very good. It is difficult to boil the water of life and death." ..."

"Okay," Newt said, looking out the window, pacing up and down the store.

"To be honest, when I mentioned that woman just now, I feel that Jacob looks just like me who was poisoned by the Curly Wing Demon."

"Yes!" Newt said, smashing his right fist into his left palm, "You have a croucher, and the toxin of the croucher can be used to—"

"Sorry, senior, I can't give it to you." Nelson immediately understood what Newt wanted to do.

"I won't do anything with it, it won't affect your detoxification." Newt said with a hint of pleading in his tone, "I can't just sit and watch him being tortured by the crappy Oblivion Curse."

"Because of this, I can't hand the Winged Demon to you." Nelson refused, "How do you know that he didn't spend ten years breaking through oblivion with the willpower of a Muggle because he really loves Queenie? The blockade of memory by the spell, if this is the case, wouldn't it be more cruel for you to use the poison of the Winged Demon to make him forget these things?"

"But—" Newt bit his lower lip tightly, and was about to refute, but saw a pink figure flash past outside the window,

"Queenie!" The woman passing by the window looked into the store, and happened to meet Newt's eyes, both of them had expressions of shock on their faces. Newt put the hat in his hand on the wooden post next to the shelf, He didn't even have time to get his box, he yelled, grabbed his wand and chased him out.

"Help me keep an eye on the box, I'll be back in a while."

Newt disappeared like the wind, leaving Nelson standing by the box alone. A small scaly hand seemed to sense the owner's departure, sneaking out from the crack of the box to touch the lock. Nelson A slap slapped on it, it trembled, and immediately retracted.

At the same time, Jacob, who heard Newt's strange scream, rushed out of the baking room, wearing a crooked chef's hat, his pupils vibrated, and repeated the name Newt called out when he left, "Queenie, Queenie... Queenie? Queenie!"

(End of this chapter)