[Sounds familiar. Hermione can't say she's looking forward to more camping, but if she has to...]

What sort of experiments? [She frowns, paling at the mere idea of being experimented on against her will.] I really don't want to be involved in something like that. [She can't imagine anyone does.] Is there a way to [It's a long shot.] ...stop them?

[Her wings are given a wary glance.] What's the point of giving us wings? Do they even...work?