"It is amazing how different some magical worlds are." Hermione would love to talk more about these differences. But at a better time, when their very survival is not at stake.

She watches him pull the Encantus out of thing air, and as he unfolds it from a tiny shape into something larger.

"All my magical books were in my clutch." The one that got stolen from her.

Hermione opens the book, to see if she can read the text or not. She knows several different magical written languages. And perhaps this will be one she can understand.