After returning to Hogwarts, Pomona planned to take a look around the Quidditch Pitch first. She handed the sweets she had bought at Honeydukes to Flitwick and asked him to pass them on to Albus. He readily agreed.
Thus, Pomona, dressed in the "gorgeous" robes she only wore for social occasions, headed toward the dimly lit tent area.
Perhaps because the sun had set, the temperature had dropped sharply. The moisture drawn out by the midsummer sun during the day condensed into mist, lightly draping everything like a thin veil. Only the orange lights remained to guide her way.
At that moment, she was thinking about what the yoga master had said: Life was not independent. Only when one focused too much on the mind or the body did one become an isolated being.
If you sat here simply as a living being, you were connected to everything in the universe.
If you were a flower, your fragrance would naturally drift out. But if you were an artificial flower, even if perfume were sprayed on you, the scent would quickly fade.
The Fireseed Bush did not bloom, nor were there any bees that could approach it and pollinate its flowers. Yet it still bore seeds. Fireseed Bush seeds were one of the ingredients for a powerful antidote and could cure the venom from Doxy bites.
As long as it remained alive, it would keep burning. In that respect, it was rather like The Sun, which also produced light and heat by "consuming" fuel through nuclear fusion. When its fuel was exhausted, the outward radiation pressure that countered gravity vanished, and the star began collapsing under its own gravity. That was the beginning of a star's death.
Most flowering plants in the world relied on cross-pollination, including figs. Though their flowers