No one can disturb my retirement life in the Red Mansion

The car was spacious, and everyone sat in it, and the car quickly flew to Hogsmeade Village. However, the people in the car did not realize that they finally discussed the rare bank robbery in the wizarding world.

"What was robbed?" The little raccoon cat Hermione stuck her head out. She finally remembered the explosive news of bank robbery. The main thing was that she didn't expect that there would be bank robbery in the wizarding world.

"I don't know." Ou Mengmeng thought about it. Shouldn't it have been stolen after school started? Now she thought about it. Harry didn't go to Gringotts with Hagrid this time, so he didn't know Hagrid and the mysterious treasure house at all.

"Really? When robbing a bank, what can you steal? Money, of course!" the twins said hurriedly. He felt that this was even a necessary question.

"No, Gringotts is full of vaults, and the vaults are private. There are other things in them besides money." Draco shook his head hurriedly. See, young nobleman, with a vault, he immediately found the problem.

"Yes, yes, what should we do?" Harry nodded hurriedly. He knew that there were gold coins in his vault. He only had those gold coins, and he suddenly became nervous.

"Don't worry, don't worry. If it's stolen, Gringotts will have to pay for it. We paid the storage fee." Ou Mengmeng waved her hand hurriedly. "So Gringotts must have this kind of contract spirit."

"Great." Harry covered his chest. Knowing that he only had so little money, he became depressed. What could he do with such a god-level loser father?

But recently "Little Petunia" comforted him, saying that although parents cannot be chosen, one can choose his own future, and he can create his own family, take this book, and rebuild a new Potter family. This made little Harry full of fighting spirit again.

Of course, this incident made Harry lose the filter that my parents are the best in the world. With such a stupid father, my mother is probably not much smarter. Forget it, they are already dead, so I won’t say anything. Now he is full of thoughts, there is no inheritance, I have paid the tuition, and I don’t even have a place to stay. What savior, haha, save myself first!
"The vault? Isn't it an account that you keep in the bank?" Hermione never imagined that poor Harry was complaining to himself. She had never been to Gringotts and her curiosity was all about its operation.

"Gringotts is a strange place, so just don't worry about it." Ou Mengmeng felt that this was a bit troublesome to explain and waved her hand.

"Why?" Would Hermione still be herself if she didn't make trouble?

"Gringotts, as you Muggles say, is mainly engaged in the safe deposit business, storing gold coins and precious treasures in the family vault. But the gold coin storage is actually also a Muggle passbook. The salary paid by the Ministry of Magic is also directly remitted to Gringotts Bank. Some poor wizards also come to collect it every month and use it to buy necessities." Draco explained hurriedly. He was from an ancient family and had studied in the Muggle world for six years, so he understood all the rules he was supposed to know.

"Shouldn't deposit business earn interest? If all the money is kept in the vault, it will lose its liquidity, right?" As expected, Miss Know-It-All was also educated by Muggles, and she immediately thought of the problem.

"They have other economic growth points." Ou Mengmeng shook her head. "Don't worry, there are too few people in the magic world, and these fairies don't expect these wizards to bring them much benefit."

"How much is very little?" Hermione asked again. This time Harry also turned around, he didn't know either.

"It seems that there are only about 3,000 wizards in the British wizarding world." Ou Mengmeng thought about it and gave a number. This is what the author said in the interview. What was the basis for confirmation? She didn't pay much attention to it at the time. Now that she said it herself, she felt that, alas, there are only about 3,000 wizards in the British wizarding world. There are not even as many people as in a large urban community. So if Gringotts is referring to the British wizarding world, it really doesn't have enough food. However, if the Ministry of Magic is the community property, then what is the Noseless Monster? The Owners' Committee? What is the Order of the Phoenix? Whose interests are being protected?

"Three thousand?" Hermione and Harry shouted at the same time. Of course, they had different ideas. Hermione was thinking, why not go back to the Muggle world to study? In a small society with three thousand people, what hope did she have in life?
And what Harry was thinking was, there were only 3,000 people, and you told me about the war in the wizarding world, and so many people died? It made me think you had a world war, so there were only 3,000 people in total, and were there only 100 people who participated in the war?
"It's a nice view outside, but a little cold?" Draco decided to change the subject. They were talking about the robbery, and the population of the wizarding world. What's there to say about this? If not, how could my parents live in a Muggle mansion in London most of the time? Is it better to do business with 3,000 people or with 6 billion people around the world? Neville can even calculate it.

Hermione looked outside and finally realized that it was a flying car. She couldn't help but scream, "The car is flying?"

"I told you, Thestrals are Pegasus, and they have wings." Ou Mengmeng looked at Draco approvingly. As expected, he has a good brain.

"This is the wizarding world! Just like the airplanes, helicopters, and gliders we see in the Muggle world, humans, whether they have magic or not, all have a dream of flying into the sky." Draco wanted to cover his ears. The scream just now was really too scary. But he still said it.

"You're right." Hermione thought about it and calmed down for a moment, but then, "To be honest, this is not as comfortable as a plane. The wind is too strong."

Sure enough, after knowing that there were only three thousand people in the wizarding world, Hermione immediately became objective.

"You're right." Ou Mengmeng nodded. They didn't rent a tightly covered carriage, but just an ordinary open carriage. In the sky, even in autumn, it was still a bit cold when running at high speed.

What made her happiest was that this person, like Harry, finally did not have the silly look of being overwhelmed by the magical world when he first entered the wizarding world. Ou Mengmeng felt that a wizarding world with only 3,000 people had no right to be the enemy of the world. And dared to say shamelessly that they wanted to protect Muggles? Where's the face!
"Is it far?" Hermione was a little worried. She looked at the endless green hills with various colors in between. Autumn is the most beautiful time in the UK, and her heart also opened up.

"If you take the steam train from London to Hogsmeade, it will take ten hours." Ou Mengmeng laughed again.

Because the daughter likes the magic world so much, the sons decided not to indulge the little brat's ideas, so the two smart sons told their daughter that the magic world is not all bad. For example, trains!
It takes ten hours for a steam train to travel from London to Hogwarts. The speed of a steam train was originally 60 kilometers per hour, but later, with technological advancement, it was about 80-80 kilometers per hour. Even if they use magic to bless it, and calculate it as 800 kilometers, then the distance between the two places is only 800 kilometers. Using a ruler to measure the map of the United Kingdom, it turns out that the Scottish Highlands are exactly kilometers away from London.

Ou Mengmeng thought her son was just looking for trouble. You are talking to a six-year-old kid about the speed of a steam train, 800 kilometers per hour. She doesn't even know what a steam train is! But she thought it was fun to watch her children quarreling with each other, so she never cared and let them do whatever they wanted. But she did remember this incident, and then she was speechless. (End of this chapter)