Mallory was a waterfront square in Key West's Old Town.
It was located in Florida.
Travel magazines said it had the most beautiful sunsets in the world. Every evening, people held parties to celebrate the setting sun, and it had gradually become a tourist attraction, drawing visitors from elsewhere, local residents, market vendors, and touring bands.
As early as two centuries ago, the American Magical Congress had strictly forbidden wizards from using Apparition around areas densely populated by Muggles. But things like the Statute of Secrecy were just like Hogwarts rules—so long as you were not caught on the spot, it did not count as a violation.
There were no patrolling Aurors nearby, and Loren happened to have an unregistered spare wand. He cast a Disillusionment Charm beforehand to minimize the errors caused by the Elder Wand's magic and avoid teleporting beyond the intended distance or straying off course. All that remained was concealing the airburst caused by Spatial Teleportation.
Florida's reputation preceded it; even tourists from foreign countries had heard that no idlers were tolerated here. The festivities held here carried a certain wildness too. Acrobats balanced atop metal barrels, voluptuous blondes spun more than a dozen hula hoops with their waists and hips, cowboys cracked their whips with sharp snaps, blindfolded magicians fired revolvers that boomed like thunder, and musicians nearly tore off the volume knobs. Even their hoarse, desperate shouts were drowned out by the roar of the crowd...
That noise concealed the sound of Apparition.
Hermione, who had planned the itinerary, quietly breathed a sigh of relief. She had worried that the Magical Congress would discover them and waste the precious time they had today. If that happened, they would have to ask Nancy for help, and trouble Headmaster Dumbledore to arrange bail. Professor McGonagall might