Gringotts Vault !

"Braun, who is she? And I feel that you seem to be very familiar with the wizarding world," Hermione asked, watching Professor McGonagall leave.

"Professor McGonagall. Vice-Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry," Braun said calmly.

"Professor McGonagall... Professor McGonagall... God! Is she the one who wrote to me?" Hermione exclaimed.

"That's right, the admission letter was indeed written by Professor McGonagall. As for why I am so familiar with the magic world, it is because my parents are both wizards."

Seeing the Grangers waiting in line, Braun wasn't going to continue talking to Hermione. He had other things to do.

"Wait here for me; I have to go to the vault below to get some money in about half an hour."

The Grangers naturally had no objections. The goblins in front of them had already made them a little scared. Who knows if there will be any weird things when shopping later? They decided to wait.

"I will go with you!" Hermione said, tugging at Braun's hand. She was curious about everything in the wizarding world, and naturally, this opportunity would not be missed.

"Hermione!" The Grangers shouted with some anxiety.

"Don't trouble Braun!" they added. They had only known each other for less than half an hour, so it was normal for them to have some worries.

"Oh, fine!" Seeing that her parents were a little angry, Hermione walked back honestly. But she kept blinking at Braun, motioning for him to take a look.

Braun couldn't help but laugh.

"Mr. Granger, if you don't mind, I can show Hermione around. As for safety issues, Acorn will be responsible," Braun suggested.

The goblin on the side also nodded tactfully.

"Mr. Braun Rowle is our guest of honor at Gringotts and a pure-blood nobleman. We will protect his safety."

"Noble?" The Grangers' eyes were a little puzzled. Their look at Braun was also a bit complicated. Nobles held a special place in the minds of the English—a mix of disgust and desire.

Although they had entered the middle class as dentists, and had a good status, even the lowest rank of baron was nothing compared to a nobleman. Even Hermione had little stars in her eyes.

"Okay, that's up to you, Braun!" Mr. Granger said, his expression complicated, looking at his daughter again.

"Don't trouble Braun, Hermione..."

"I know, Dad!" Hermione happily took Braun's arm, looking forward to where they were going next.

"Wait here for me, Cassatt."

"Yes, master..." Cassatt replied respectfully. This performance made the wizards around him even more respectful.

They followed behind Acorn. Braun and Hermione followed a small door and entered a spiral staircase.

The stairs were not long, and the walls on both sides were lit with torches.

"The location of the safe is a bit deep; we need to go down in the mine cart."

With Acorn leading, he snapped his fingers. A mine cart appeared in front of the two, moving along the rails at an extremely fast speed.

And Acorn sat in first. The two of them sat down without hesitation. Although the mine cart looked shabby, it was different inside.

There were two facing seats, and they were very secure. With the start of the mine cart, it didn't even make the two of them feel the slightest jolt.

"The minecart has been specially modified. We asked Sweeping Broom Company to customize the structure and seats inside and added the shock absorption technology developed by Firebolt Company. While ensuring the comfort of VIP guests, they can also better appreciate the scenery along the way. By the way, do you want tea?"

A delicate silver teapot appeared out of Acorn's hand. Earlier, the two had refused. However, this time, they accepted.

Three cups of tea floated in front of the three of them.

"Ceylon black tea, imported from Sri Lanka near India?" Braun took a sip with a timely look of surprise on his face. Although he didn't understand it, the original body had received relevant education.

"As expected of a scared twenty-eight pureblood!" Acorn complimented. It seems to have been forgotten that Braun is only a branch of the Rowle family.

"What is a scared twenty-eight pureblood?" Hermione, on the side, finally couldn't help asking.

Acorn glanced at Braun and began to explain after realizing that the other party did not intend to stop him.

"Scared twenty-eight purebloods refers to the wizarding families with twenty-eight pure bloods in the English magic world. Among them, the Rowle family of Mr. Braun Rowle is one of them. His ancestor, Mr. Damocles Rowle, once served as the Minister of Magic."

As if afraid that Hermione would not understand, Acorn also explained, "The Minister of Magic is the equivalent of the Prime Minister in Muggle society."

This explanation made Hermione, who was still a little confused, couldn't help but exclaim.

As the minecart went deeper into the ground, the strange scenery Acorn had described finally began to appear. The stalactites hanging on the rock wall looked colorful under the illumination of magic lamps.