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Chapter five: Invisible Ink
Harry just stared at the parchment, wondering what Yours meant. "This makes no sense," said Hermione bewildered. "I read all about enchanted writings and nothing I read ever said anything close to this. Could I maybe borrow it," she asked. Harry handed it to her. Hermione took it and settled herself on the bed near a dirty window. She pulled an old book out of her trunk called Secret Messages and how to Read them and started reading. Hermione suddenly placed the small book down carefully and went to her trunk. She pulled out some vials, all corked and had many different colored liquids in them. She poured a drop of blue and a drop of red and whispered, "Inklettes." A blinding purple light filled the room. As soon as they were able to see again, they saw Hermione with a very disappointed look on her face. Nothing had happened. Again Hermione disappeared behind the book. Again and again, Hermione poured drops of liquid and said 'inklettes.' The colors mixed into a blinding light. When Harry and Ron could see again, they always ended up looking at a disappointed Hermione.
At last she closed the book and sighed. She gathered her things and headed for her trunk. "We'll have to try again at Hogwarts. After all, we can use magic there. There I can try counter spells for protection curses. It most likely will be invisible ink," she finished. Ron and Harry sat frozen on the edge of the bed nearest to the door. They had not talked the whole time for they had been too keen watching Hermione. "Where did you ever get..." began Ron, but was cut off by Harry's glare who felt that this would lead to a uncomfortable conversation. After all, he did not want his two best friends arguing on the first night they had seen each other the whole Summer. This was a good thing too, for Hermione was a little agitated and did not want to be bothered by stupid questions that involved long explanations. In fact, she did not even seem take notice that Ron had spoken. Harry was reminded of the Diary of Tom Riddle that Hermione had tried to work in his second year. The uncomfortable silence was broken by Mrs.Weasley who came in the room and said cheerfully, "Dinner's ready."