A horde of Bowtruckles were now swarming the tree, checking for any damage that might have been done to their home. Shit. Knowing they were like the hornets of the wizarding world, in one swoop, Hermione grabbed the clothes and water that were on the ground, threw it into the bag and ran in a zig-zag to avoid the planks of wood the Bowtruckles aimed at her. With every dodge she made, she barely missed being hit with the magicked wood that was known to paralyze their prey's limbs allowing the twig and bark animated creatures to gouge their eyes out.