Tonks's Wonderful Journey Through the Forbidden Forest

Vincent immediately perked up at the prospect of a new money-making scheme.

Seeing him arranging schedules and writing plans again, Dumbledore could not help but marvel at the boundless energy of youth.

Time slowly passed.

At one in the morning, footsteps finally sounded from the Gaunt Family Home.

Harry looked somewhat sorrowful, but the emerald eyes behind his glasses were exceptionally resolute.

It seemed he had truly moved on.

Dumbledore said nothing more. After taking the Resurrection Stone, he handed it to Vincent.

"Remember to keep it safe."

"Professor, what kind of person do you take me for?"

Someone with a record.

At the thought of how the Resurrection Stone had been treated before, Dumbledore's eye twitched involuntarily.

Filled with deep concern, he placed a hand on each of their shoulders.

The next second, Fawkes appeared in a blaze of dazzling fire.

Back at Gryffindor Tower, Vincent and Harry obediently returned to their dormitory.

Holidays had to be enjoyed properly, or it was all too easy to get depressed.

After sleeping until he woke naturally, Vincent looked out the window.

Fred and the other students had organized quite a few students for a snowball fight.

Of course, it was an ordinary snowball fight. The Aurors were watching.

After washing up, he went to the Great Hall for lunch.

He had no interest in snowball fights, but he could test the repaired Rascal Rabbit.

Vincent returned to his dormitory, opened the long ebony case, took out his broomstick, and stood on the windowsill.

He closed his eyes and spread his arms.

Below the tower, Tonks suddenly felt a gust of wind sweep across her forehead.

Squinting upward, she saw someone riding a flying broomstick.

But that speed was far too fast. In the blink of an eye, the figure had flown