Chapter 155 We Can Sit Down and Talk Now

After getting the exclusive interview authorization, the two found an undisturbed interview room and sat down.

Rita Skeeter eagerly took out a roll of parchment and a shorthand quill from her crocodile leather handbag, put them aside, and then looked at Ivan with a sweet smile on her lips.

"I'm used to using a shorthand quill to take notes. You won't object, right? This way I can talk to you without being distracted."

"No, I object!" Ivan said without hesitation.

"That's good," Rita Skeeter replied subconsciously. Then she realized what Ivan was saying, and the smile on her lips froze for a moment.

She never thought that the person being interviewed would say this

"Objection? Why?" Rita tried hard to maintain a professional smile on her face and asked word by word.

Ivan looked at her suspiciously, tapped his fingers on the table, and spoke slowly.

"Mrs. Skeeter, this is against professional ethics. It makes me wonder whether you have to rely on this magic quill to be able to write a decent article."

"Perhaps I can report this to the editor-in-chief of the Daily Prophet and ask them to hire your quill as a reporter!" Ivan said without giving Rita any face.

When he saw her take out her shorthand quill, Ivan knew that this interview would definitely not be a peaceful exchange.

Because that pen is Rita Skeeter's most important "magic weapon". She is the best at tampering with the interviewee's words into all kinds of explosive content. She is even better at spreading rumors than Rita Skeeter herself. sharp!

Rita Skeeter was so angry that she had to take out a new quill from the package under Ivan's suspicious gaze.

Her professionalism cannot be questioned by anyone!

"Can we start now? Mr. Hals?" Rita took a few deep breaths, calmed down her emotions, and said with a smile.

"Of course, that's no problem!" Ivan nodded. He felt that Rita should not have a second shorthand quill.

"So the first question is, how did you come up with the idea of ​​studying Wolfsbane potion?" Rita asked.

"Knockturn Alley is a gathering place for werewolf wizards. I often come into contact with them and understand their plight, so I came up with the idea of ​​developing wolfsbane potion." Ivan carefully considered his words and tried to express what he wanted to say in short words. Speak clearly to avoid being caught by the other party.

"Do you often come into contact with werewolves? Why? What makes you take such a big risk?"

Rita Skeeter immediately found the part of Ivan's words that interested her. Her eyes were shining, her heavily made-up face came closer and she said excitedly.

"Is it because of your little werewolf girlfriend?"

In a short period of time, Rita Skeeter had already imagined a poignant love story. The hand holding the quill began to tremble, eager to write something.

"There are no female werewolves among my friends!" Ivan rolled his eyes and interrupted.

Rita Skeeter was very disappointed. She had already thought of a story but could not write it. Thinking of this, Rita Skeeter said reluctantly.

"So have you had any other romantic experiences in school?"

Ivan shook his head without hesitation, trying to cut off Rita Skeeter's last random thoughts.

However, Ivan seriously underestimated Rita Skeeter's ability to talk nonsense. She didn't care at all what others said. She could piece together the sentences she wanted with just a few words.

The sharp-eyed Ivan clearly saw Rita Skeeter holding a quill and writing this paragraph on the parchment.

[Ivan Hals is very concerned about male werewolves and is ashamed to mention his relationship history, which seems to be unspeakable]

After finishing writing, Rita Skeeter smiled kindly at Ivan.

Veins popped up on Ivan's forehead, and he regretted that he had not learned the Forgetting Curse. Otherwise, he could have beaten the old woman violently, and then used the Forgetting Curse to delete all her memories.

"Mrs. Skeeter, I must remind you that I will only be in second grade next school year. I'm afraid your relationship history won't have much credibility." Ivan retorted while holding back his anger.

"Is that so?" Rita nodded thoughtfully and crossed out the sentences she just wrote.

Just as Ivan breathed a sigh of relief, Rita continued to write.

[The potion genius Ivan Hals longed for love, but his young age made him suffer setbacks in the pursuit of love, and in the end he could only be accompanied by a werewolf]

Ivan was completely speechless, so no matter what questions Rita Skeeter asked, Ivan would not answer.

But this obviously didn't trouble the old woman. She looked at Ivan's expression to herself, and then added a long analysis sentence to portray Ivan on the parchment as a arrogant and indifferent demon with many eccentricities. Medicine genius.

Rita Skeeter felt that such an image would definitely attract public attention, while Ivan watched coldly as more and more content was recorded on the parchment.

"Okay, that's it for today's interview, right?" Rita Skeeter nodded with satisfaction after filling up the parchment she brought. She felt that these contents were enough to occupy the headlines for several days. .

Just as Rita Skeeter packed her crocodile leather handbag, stood up, and was about to leave, Ivan, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly spoke.

"Mrs. Skeeter, please wait a moment."

Rita Skeeter paused and turned her head, but then she heard Ivan continue.

"Or should I call you the illegal Animagus shapeshifter, Ms. Beetle!"

Rita Skeeter's figure trembled suddenly, staring at Ivan in disbelief, but soon a fake smile appeared at the corner of her mouth.

"Mr. Hals, I don't quite understand what you mean," Rita Skeeter said pretending to be calm.

"Really? As long as I understand!" Ivan raised his eyebrows, looked at her playfully, and said casually.

Rita Skeeter was really not sure whether Ivan was tricking her, but after thinking about it carefully, she thought it was impossible, because Ivan accurately said that her Animagus transformation was a beetle.

But no one should know this secret

"There are no absolute secrets in the world, right?" Ivan changed his expression and pointed to the seat in front of him. "I think we can sit down and talk now."