Chapter 38 I Am a Policeman, Raise Your Hands!

New York,

Queens,

Kowalski Bakery.

At dusk, the last rays of the setting sun shone obliquely, covering the bakery, which has been in business for more than half a century, with a hazy red light.

A pickup truck came speeding, and the speed suddenly slowed down, with a harsh sound of tire friction and a lot of dust.

Rolf jumped out of the car, followed by Margaret. She turned her head and asked, "Did you get rid of the female police officer who just chased us?"

"I think she did!" Rolf crossed his arms to calm his heart that was about to jump out of his chest.

He didn't expect that he would be chased by the police on his first day in the United States.

This matter can be blamed on Margaret. She encouraged Rolf to drive without a license, and the boy didn't know why he believed her and really drove himself.

But can this crazy woman's words be trusted? !

Just crossing the Queensboro Bridge, while waiting for the traffic light, I met a female police officer on patrol.

Margaret, who was sitting in the passenger seat, suddenly yelled at the female police officer, saying that Rove was driving without a license and that she was kidnapped by him.

Rove was stunned at the time, and the female police officer was obviously stunned too. She had probably seen such a scene for the first time in her career.

The female police officer was stunned for a long time before she rode her motorcycle and chased after him.

Rove was indeed a minor driving without a license. When he saw the female police officer chasing him, he had to step on the accelerator and rushed out.

Although the boy had first-class driving skills, he was not familiar with the road conditions. He turned left and right for a long time before he finally got rid of the guy.

"I've long wanted to try the feeling of being chased by Muggle police." Margaret said contentedly, "Great!"

"Great you, big head ghost." Rolf cursed, "If I believe you again... I'm a dog!"

"Okay, don't be angry, little Rolf." Margaret stretched out her hand to lift Rolf's chin, and said in a charming voice:

"As an apology, sister will perform a show to relieve your sexual desire for you tonight."

"Get lost!" Rolf didn't believe her.

The two calmed down and walked towards Kowalski Bakery. The tempting smell of hot bread came from the shop.

Kowalski Bakery was opened by Margaret's grandfather Jacob.

Jacob was also a chosen Muggle. Not only did he become a close friend with Newt, but he also married the beautiful Queenie.

He even fought against Grindelwald as a Muggle, got a wand, and had breakfast with the students in the Hogwarts Hall.

It was simply the ultimate dream of all Muggles.

Rolf and Margaret walked into the shop and saw many customers standing inside.

The shelves were still full of various foods:

Jam cookies with the aroma of blueberries, cream bread, thousand-layer bread, shuttle bread, lemon cakes sprinkled with icing sugar...

Most of the residents nearby have been buying bread from the bakery since they were young. Now that they have grown up, they still come here.

There are several girls employed as clerks in the shop. It is true that Jacob loves making bread, but he is now over 90 years old and can't do this job.

Margaret took Rolf and went straight to the second floor and came to a large living room:

A pen was automatically designing a drawing of clothes on paper; an iron was working in the corner, ironing a skirt; a clothes drying rack was clumsily rotating automatically in front of the fire.

Magazines were scattered everywhere in the room: "Friends of Witches", "Witch Whispers" and "New York Ghost News".

The magic radio was turned on loudly. It was news time, and the mellow and sweet voice of the female announcer echoed in the room.

"Grandpa, grandma." Margaret shouted, "Look who I brought?"

Rolf followed Margaret to the balcony and saw two old people sitting there admiring the sunset.

Quinnie was already very old, her golden hair had turned gray, but her clothes were still fashionable and beautiful, and she exuded a faint scent of rose perfume.

Quinnie held Rolf's wrist with her mottled hands, "Child, it's great to see you."

Before Rolf spoke, Queenie's eyes on her wrinkled face shone like polished gems... She already knew what the boy was thinking.

"Yes, I am indeed old, my hair is falling out in clumps, and getting old is really hard." The witch smiled kindly.

Quinnie is a natural master of Legilimency, and she can see through other people's emotions and thoughts without learning.

"Not at all, grandma is always so beautiful." Rolf kissed Queenie's cheek respectfully.

Hearing Margaret's voice, Jacob opened his eyes and said with joy: "Rolf, my little Rolf."

Jacob was tall and strong when he was young, but he looked a little bloated when he entered old age. He showed a trembling smile on his face and said:

"You haven't come back to see me for a long time since you went to Hogwarts..."

"Sorry, grandpa." Rolf held the old man's arm.

"I'm back now, right? I also brought you a gift and a letter from Professor Dumbledore."

"Ah, is Albus okay?" Jacob asked happily.

"Very good."

Queenie obviously looked much healthier than Jacob, which was also normal. Wizards can live to one or two hundred years old.

But for Muggles, a centenarian is almost at the end of his life.

Rolf couldn't help but sigh at the power of time.

After chatting with the two old people for a while, the boy followed Margaret and walked towards the third floor.

After Margery came to her room, she kicked off her shoes, sat down on the bed, and took off her black stockings, revealing two shining white thighs, which she put on Rolf's shoulders.

"I'm exhausted today."

Luofu glanced at the two feet on his shoulders, which were as white and tender as mutton fat and jade, and said helplessly:

"Margaery, could you please pay attention to your image?"

"Sister never deliberately hides her beauty." Margaery made a seductive gesture and smiled:

"Besides, aren't you the only one here?"

Margery then reached out and unbuttoned the top button of her policewoman's uniform.

The second one.

The third one...

Luofu was startled and said, "What are you going to do?"

"Change your clothes." Margaery blinked and said, "You can't keep wearing this uniform, right? What, you don't want me to change out of my police uniform?"

"I told you that you like this tune, but you still don't admit it!"

"Who likes it?" Luofu frowned and said, "Let's study how to get rid of these handcuffs. I can't sleep here at night, right?"

"I don't mind." Margaery said with a smile: "I told you earlier, we will be conjoined from now on."

"..."

"Forget it, I won't tease you anymore." Margery laughed loudly. She opened her collar, took out a key from her smooth breasts, and threw it to the boy.

"..."

Luofu quickly picked up the warm key, opened the handcuffs, and took a breath.

"I'm going to take a shower. We can take a bath together." Margery winked.

Luo Fe fled and quickly left Margaery's room.

"Coward!" Margery scolded with a smile.

After Luo Fe walked out of the room, he sat on the sofa in the living room and studied the alchemy handcuffs.

Not to mention...this stuff is quite interesting.

At this moment, hurried footsteps suddenly came from the stairs. Rolf thought it was Queenie coming up. He turned around and saw a female police officer walking in.

It was the one who had just chased them!

The female police officer raised her hand...

magic wand.

"I'm a police officer, put your hands up."

"..."

These days, is it popular for wizards to play with pistols and police to use magic wands?

What a magical world!

The witch said loudly: "Margaery, are you okay? Hey, are you really kidnapped? Just cough twice if you're not dead."

"..."

…

…