Both boys looked so much older, clad entirely in the worn, dark Auror armour. It had fallen out of favour several generations ago, and only Madeye Moody had worn anything even similar to what they wore now. These sets of armour had been dug out from god knew where, and once the rebounding and warding charms on them had been strengthened, they seemed as good as new. Hermione was all in favour of the best protection possible, and being as the armour wasn’t designed to withstand physical weapons but spells, it was thin enough not to restrict movement. She just wasn’t used to wearing so much leather.