In the Druids' philosophy, all things in nature could communicate, so long as they possessed life.
They disliked conflict, relished listening to the voices of all things in nature, and advocated living peacefully alongside it.
This philosophy seemed lofty, but in truth, it was precisely why they were disliked by every other group.
In pursuit of development, Muggles had continuously encroached upon the living spaces of other creatures for nearly three hundred years. They would never halt their progress out of pity for all living beings.
Wizards were the same, though they were not as keen as Muggles on expanding their influence.
But asking wizards to give up dragon hide, dragon blood, dragon liver, Dragon heartstring, and all manner of magical plant and animal materials was equally impossible.
That was why, before inviting Fromid to teach at Hogwarts, Amosta had solemnly warned him that he could only "impart techniques," and must not easily "preach doctrine" at the very foundation of wizarding society.
"This truly surprises me—"
Amosta took two steps back and examined the full shape of the tall, thick Whomping Willow.
"I understand your view that all things possess souls, but I truly never expected a tree to have such well-developed... thinking abilities."
"Oh, according to wizards—"
Fromid said with a smile,
"this Whomping Willow is a magical plant, which is why it can remember certain things in its own way.
Most ordinary plants, however, possess only dim intelligence. They can convey only simple thoughts—for instance, that they need water, sunlight, nutrients, or someone to help them catch pests—"
"So it really does have something unique about it—"
Amosta nodded, still marveling.
"Come to think of it, when I fought Vitia—I mean during the Quidditch World Cup final—she conjured a vast forest of vines and an oak giant in