Now that she knew that she needed to keep an eye out for the leaf green and chestnut brown creatures, it was easy to see that she had actually been surrounded by Wiggentrees that housed branches upon branches of Bowtruckles. She approached the tree she whipped the snake at before - the Bowtruckles were now picking at any flies that dared to come near the tree - and laid a leaf upside down so the Bowtruckles saw her offering before they attacked her again. Quickly, they descended on to the fairy eggs, cracking them open and pulling the unborn iridescent beings out of the larvae sacs. Hermione thought she should have been bothered at the sight of the tiny humanoid beings being ripped apart, limb by limb, but she considered this to be nature at work on the cycle of life.