At Ollivander's wand shop at the end of Diagon Alley, in the cramped, crowded space, the elderly Ollivander sat behind the counter, intently crafting a new wand.
Customers usually did not come by at this hour, but today, the bell at the shop entrance rang. It seemed a customer had arrived.
Ollivander, who had been bent over his workbench, stood up and removed his reading glasses. Only then did he see who had come in.
It was Roy. He held a charred little stick in his hand, wearing his trademark mischievous grin as he greeted Ollivander.
"Yo, Mr. Ollivander. I'm here to ask for your help."
Seeing Roy so full of energy, Ollivander froze.
Seeing Ollivander's expression, Roy waved a hand, somewhat puzzled.
"What is it, Mr. Ollivander? Don't you recognize me?"
"No, no, Roy." Ollivander shook his head, clearly surprised to see Roy here.
"I heard you were kidnapped to America. I never expected you to be here now."
Roy was somewhat surprised by Ollivander's words. The kidnapping of himself and Aisling had caused an uproar across Britain, yet the news of their rescue had not been made public? Roy had no idea what the Ministry of Magic was up to, but that was something Dumbledore needed to worry about. He should get his wand fixed first.
"Didn't I come back—"
Roy did not explain much to Ollivander. He stepped forward, slapped his electrocuted little stick onto the counter, and asked Ollivander.
"Can you see if it can still be repaired?"
Faced with Roy's question, Ollivander picked up the wand from the counter, put his reading glasses back on, and carefully examined it in his hand.
"Hmm. A Dogwood Wand, exactly eight inches long, with a Phoenix feather core. Very rare, and quite unusual."
Ollivander lifted the charred wand