The Order of the Phoenix returned the previous afternoon.
Since Voldemort had already left the Hebrides, what came next was no longer their concern.
The first thing they did upon returning to England was head to Diagon Alley together to buy new wands.
Although Ollivander looked furious on the surface and scolded them for not taking proper care of their wands, anyone could tell how delighted he really was.
More than a dozen full-price wands without any discounts—this was a huge sale. Ollivander's normally pale face had even gained a healthy flush. Though he grumbled nonstop, his hands moved with remarkable speed as he fetched wand boxes.
After all, he needed Galleons to live too. He could not make any money off first-years, and if this kept up, he would soon be unable to afford wand-core materials.
Once they had replaced their wands, everyone went their separate ways. Though this experience had been unusual, dealing with Death Eaters was part of the Order of the Phoenix's everyday life. They were long used to it.
It was just a shame about the dozen-odd Galleons spent on wands.
Mr. Weasley had not wanted Fred and George to pay for it, but he was truly strapped for cash himself. After searching for quite some time, he had only managed to find three Galleons and a handful of Knuts.
That was not even enough for a discounted wand for a first-year.
"It's fine, Dad." Fred handed Ollivander a bag of Galleons. "When you're facing Death Eaters and Voldemort, you need a good wand."
"Yeah, it's for your safety too."
"At most, the next time Mum twists our ears, you can help stop her."
Fred and George did not think much of it. They had two salaries, after all. Seventeen Galleons was nothing.
After dealing