Millie looked back and forth between the two old wizards. Ollivander was holding the professor's wand delicately, as if would burn him. He raised his gaze shakily to meet Dumbledore`s.
"Is it really? Is it the Elder wand?"
The professor nodded, memories flooding back to him and draining the sparkle from his eyes, making him look old. He walked slowly toward the wandmaker and took the wand from his hands.
"Obliviate" he whispered and Ollivander's eyes slid out of focus.
"What's going on?" asked the teenage girl "What's wrong with your wand?"
"Nothing. Forget about this whole encounter, Miss Hart. It is of no importance."
The wandmaker smiled at Millie.
"That'll be eight galleons. I'm sure you'll dp great things with this wand."
After they had paid and left the dusty little shop, Dumbledore led her to a great many shops. They bought potion ingredients, a cauldron, scales, a silver knife and other tools for potion making.
The professor said that they would buy other school supplies when she had decided whether or not she wanted to do fifth year. Millie was already looking forward to starting at Hogwarts.
When the sun was going down, they both went into the Leaky Cauldron to buy a butterbeer.
"Tomorrow we'll begin your lessons" Dumbledore told her
For the first time in her life, Millie was looking forward to class.