Vincent might have been crazy, but he was nowhere near as crazy as noseless Voldemort.
That heavyweight's thought process was beyond anything normal people could comprehend. Every single Death Eater around him was fucking insane.
As Rinne watched Vincent sit on the bed and take off his Flying Boots, a profound saying suddenly came to mind.
"Genius and madness are only one step apart..."
She was beginning to understand Vincent.
As everyone knew, the British Ministry of Magic had become increasingly incompetent under Fudge's leadership.
Three years ago, they had made a thief who broke into Gringotts a professor. Two years ago, they had let a huge con man publish books and rake in money. Last year, they had even allowed a fugitive to escape from prison.
Although the fugitive had been innocent and the real culprit from back then had been caught, according to her insider information, Vincent had played a part in every major incident over the past few years.
No wonder he dared to be so arrogant and so fearless. If it had been anyone else, they would probably have been riding roughshod over the Ministry of Magic by now.
After changing into slippers, Vincent returned to her.
"Still spacing out?"
Rinne coughed. "Those boots are why you can fly at supersonic speed?"
"Yeah. They're called Flying Boots. I made them by combining turbofan engines with alchemy."
Her face filled with shock, but she soon calmed down.
Without that kind of ability, how could he possibly bring about a revolution in the Wizarding World?
He really might find a way to resolve the long-standing conflict between wizards and Muggles.
Feeling much better, Rinne walked into the room and looked around. "Your girlfriend won't get jealous, will she?"
"What do you think?" Vincent walked over to the desk