Chapter 755 Sunset

Mallory is a seaside square in the old town of Key West.

Located in Florida.

Travel magazines say that this place has the most beautiful sunset in the world. Every evening, people hold parties to celebrate the sunset. It has gradually evolved into a scenic spot, attracting foreign tourists, local residents, market vendors and touring bands.

As early as two centuries ago, the Magical Congress of the United States strictly prohibited wizards from using Apparition around areas where No-Maj populations were densely populated, but the Statute of Secrecy, like the Hogwarts school rules, was not considered a violation as long as they were not arrested on the spot.

Because there were no patrolling Aurors nearby, and Loren happened to have an unregistered spare wand, he put on the Disillusionment Charm in advance to minimize the error caused by the casting of the old wand and avoid moving beyond the predetermined distance or deviating from the direction. The rest was to cover up the air explosion caused by the space movement.

Florida is famous. Even tourists from other countries have heard of its reputation of not keeping idle people. The celebrations held here also have a wild temperament. Acrobats perform balance performances on tin barrels, hot blondes swing more than a dozen hula hoops with their waists and hips, western cowboys swing long whips with crackling sounds, blindfolded magicians' revolvers make thunderous sounds, and musicians almost turn off the volume adjustment button. The hoarse roars are still drowned in the crowd's noise...

These noises cover the sound of the apparition.

Hermione, who made the itinerary, breathed a sigh of relief. She was worried that the Magic Congress would find out and delay today's precious time. At that time, she would have to ask Nancy for help and trouble Principal Dumbledore to arrange bail. Maybe Professor McGonagall would also know about it.

I don't know if there is diplomatic immunity for such things.

Fortunately, it was not discovered.

It was past six when we arrived at the beach. It was close to sunset time in this season. A golden sunset hung on the sea level in the distance. The sky was divided into two pieces, one was dyed golden, and the other was still blue. The slightly salty wind blew across the coast, blowing away the floating clouds in the sky. The wisps looked particularly light and light yellow, like Monet's paintings, with distinct layers and harmony.

The aroma of food from food trucks and street vendors also blew in.

"Hmm..."

Loren chewed Mexican-style barbecue, sprinkled with sticky cheese, and the taste was wonderful.

The sun gradually approached the boundary between the sea and the sky.

His previous concept of birthdays was to have a good meal, perhaps to go to a restaurant for a full meal, or to buy ingredients and spend time cooking. He never thought of crossing such a long distance just to witness these scenery. He followed the itinerary set by Hermione. Standing here at this moment, his inner concept quietly changed.

Those distant distances and the magnificent sunset in front of him have become part of the girl's heart.

Loren glanced at Hermione out of the corner of his eye.

At this moment, the young girl was holding his hand, looking up at the blood-red sunset from afar, with a gentle and calm expression.

Suddenly, Hermione turned her head and looked at him: "Why don't you take pictures? Isn't the sunset here beautiful?"

Loren pondered for a moment.

To take pictures, you need to hold the camera and adjust the parameters, so you need to free both hands... Maybe because the pedestrians around were in a hurry, the girl was worried about getting separated from him, so she held his arm tightly, and the touch was somewhat beautiful.

So he pursed his lips: "Sunsets and sunsets are beautiful, but there are more beautiful scenery around me."

Hermione reacted when he hesitated, loosened her tightly held hands, and her eyes were slightly cold: "Your eyes tell me that you have bad intentions."

"Why do you have bad intentions? We are lovers. It is normal for lovers to have thoughts. And I am not lying. I do think you are more beautiful than the sunset." Loren said, lowering his head and wanting to kiss him again, but Hermione disliked the smell of barbecue and cheese in his mouth, and pressed her white and tender palm on her face and pushed him away.

"No, it smells terrible."

"Okay, you dislike me!"

Loren sighed silently in his heart that Hermione's palm was really soft, and then began to think about how to get rid of the bad breath, find a place to brush his teeth and rinse his mouth, or quietly put a whirlwind in his mouth when no one is paying attention.

...

Loren still found a way to freshen his breath, the flavored drinks sold by street vendors

Hermione watched the sunset gradually sink into the sea. The gentle sea breeze blew by, with a slightly salty taste. She sipped a plastic straw and silently tasted a drink she didn't know what it was called. It was added with mint and lemon, and it was icy and cool. The aroma was indeed fresh.

Loren took two sips of his drink, put the straw into her cup, and said to her seriously: "I will buy a strawberry milkshake later. When we kiss, I will taste like strawberry. Every time you eat strawberries in the future, you can think of me... and my kiss."

"I may not like strawberries anymore."

"Don't worry, I have all the flavors you like."

"..."

Hermione's eyes flickered. She wanted to say a taste that was unacceptable, but she was worried that this person would really dare to try it. Then she would suffer. After thinking carefully for a moment, she finally gave up the idea.

"Let's find a place on the beach, light a bonfire, and kiss from sunset until the stars rise..." Loren didn't notice the danger passing by, and fantasized to himself, "It's so romantic."

"I clearly objected."

"The objection is invalid. Today is my birthday, not your birthday. Why are you whining..."

Loren snorted twice, put down his drink, and held her cheek.

The four looked at each other, one with the red sunset glow, the other reflecting the dim night sky, the latter's eyes flashed with a few panic.

After looking at each other for a moment, the girl closed her eyes, and Loren lowered his head to taste the delicate lips, as well as the faint scent of lemon and mint.

The sun sank into the sea, the inner circle was pure golden, a little dazzling, and the outer circle was gorgeous orange.

Seabirds flew over, and small boats dragged the waves.

All the hustle and bustle of the day gradually faded away, and the wandering musicians played the wooden guitar and sang the tunes they wrote. The piano and voice were very soft, and all kinds of sounds were like sails in a quiet harbor, slowly and gently merging.

The afterglow of the sunset enveloped the entire town.

"Huh..."

Loren exhaled a long breath.

It felt that the dim dusk at this moment was more beautiful than the gorgeous sunset just now. This entire sea and sky had bright and complex colors and stripes. There were fine waves in the ocean and wisps of broken clouds in the sky.

Hermione was also breathing slightly, and her originally delicate thin lips had become rosy and crystal clear. The two of them were very close to each other, and their breath was filled with each other's scent. They opened their eyes and looked at each other, and their eyes were full of each other.

"Loren."

"Hmm?"

"Happy seventeenth birthday."