Chapter 156 How Much Did You Pay that Reporter?

Rita Skeeter hesitated and sat down reluctantly. She was worried that Ivan had some conclusive evidence.

In fact, even if there is no evidence, Ivan only needs to report it to the Ministry of Magic to cause her huge trouble.

After all, in order to write popular articles over the years, she has frequently used her Animagus form to follow interviewees, or sneak into their homes to collect some secret information.

This not only violated the regulations of the Ministry of Magic, but also offended a large number of famous wizards. If the identity of the illegal Animagus was revealed by Ivan, she would most likely be imprisoned in Azkaban.

"Where's the parchment?" Ivan said in a more serious tone.

Rita Skeeter was fussing with her crocodile leather handbag, and as soon as she took it out, Ivan snatched it away.

Looking at the nonsense on the parchment, Ivan rudely tore it into pieces in front of Rita Skeeter.

"How dare you?" Rita Skeeter's eyes widened and her lips trembled as she wanted to say something, but she suppressed her words under Ivan's cold eyes.

"Rewrite it and I'll watch it!" Ivan knocked on the table and said.

Rita Skeeter hesitated, and finally reluctantly took out a new roll of parchment and started writing on it again.

Under Ivan's gaze, Rita Skeeter struggled to think of all kinds of complimentary words.

It was not smooth at first, but after writing a few paragraphs, Rita Skeeter seemed to have found inspiration. The more she wrote, the more excited she became, and finally she let herself go completely.

Ivan looked on in shock.

In particular, there is a paragraph that says that he had the mind of the Minister of Magic at the age of eight, and often thought about the future of the wizarding world under the silent night sky.

"Ahem" Ivan couldn't help but cough twice.

Rita Skeeter, who was writing the key point, looked up at Ivan in confusion.

"I think what you wrote needs a little correction." Ivanyan reminded concisely.

Fix it? Rita Skeeter didn't quite understand the meaning of Ivan's words, but then she suddenly understood.

She must have not praised her enough!

Rita Skeeter thought of this and decided to polish it up after she went back to try to satisfy the other party.

By the time the two came out of the inquiry room, Doggett had just finished chatting with Director Stump of the Patent Office.

After seeing Rita Skeeter shaking hands with Ivan with a fake smile on her face, she hurriedly ran away without looking back as if she had met her nemesis. She was suddenly worried and turned to look at Ivan and spoke. said.

"Did you offend that old woman? She is not a broad-minded person."

"No, we had a great time chatting. You will know when you read the Daily Prophet!" Ivan shrugged and said indifferently.

Docter was very curious and didn't quite understand why Ivan had so much confidence. He knew some details about Rita Skeeter.

As the most famous reporter of the Daily Prophet, Rita Skeeter is best at digging up all kinds of hard facts. The people she targets usually get into all kinds of troubles and scandals. No one has ever known that Rita Skeeter How did Te learn these secret messages?

Ivan shook his head and did not intend to reveal any more information. He was able to restrain Rita Skeeter simply because he had read the original work and knew the other party's weaknesses, and could not prove the source of the information to Docter.

Docter had no choice but to suppress the curiosity in his heart and lead him away from the Ministry of Magic.

It was almost early in the morning when I returned home. Ivan sent Docter away, briefly explained to Asia that the trip went well, and then lay down sleepily to sleep.

On Wednesday morning, Ivan was yawning while having breakfast, and in an instant he saw a flock of owls flying in from the door, windows, and fireplace.

Is there an owl infestation at home?

Before Ivan could figure out what was going on, he saw countless envelopes falling from the air. They were piled high, almost engulfing the dining table, and there were also some Owl feathers.

In addition to the envelope, Ivan's keen eyes saw a newspaper mixed in. Ivan reached out and took it, and found that it was from the Daily Prophet, Rita Skeeter.

The dynamic photo on the front page of the newspaper was the one where he and Fudge took a photo with the werewolf before leaving the observation room.

Next is Rita Skeeter's article. Ivan read it carefully and found that not only did she not listen to his own opinions, but she also exaggerated the content. I couldn't laugh or cry for a while.

But Ivan has to admit that Rita Skeeter's writing is indeed good.

In just a few paragraphs, his image as a potion genius was vividly displayed on the page. Coupled with some touching short stories improvised by Rita Skeeter, Ivan himself was so moved that he almost cried.

"What on earth happened?" After hearing the noise, Asia walked out of the kitchen, still holding the kitchen utensils in her hand, and stared blankly at the envelopes all over the room.

"Well, I'm not sure. Maybe it's because of this?" Ivan waved the Daily Prophet in his hand.

Asia picked it up curiously, looked at it a few times, and her expression became weirder.

"How much did you pay that reporter? Will she speak for you like this?"

"I didn't even give him a cent. Maybe the reporter from the Daily Prophet thought that I was just like this." Ivan spread his hands and said innocently.

Asia smiled and pinched Ivan's cheek. She didn't believe a word he said.

Then the two of them used magic spells to pack up the envelopes on the ground. Under the influence of magic, countless letters were collected and piled neatly in the corner.

Ivan casually opened a letter and read it, and found that it was a letter from a werewolf wizard. The content of the letter was deeply affectionate. It was all about thanking him for being so concerned about the living conditions of the werewolf wizard and praising him for his contribution to the werewolf.

Ivan blushed a little. He didn't know that he had done so many things for the werewolf.

At the end of the envelope was also attached a deposit for purchasing the first batch of Wolfsbane Potion.

"Don't these letters all have the same content? When will the reply come back?" Ivan stared at the mountains of letters in front of him, feeling very headache.

"Many people who want this kind of treatment have not yet had the opportunity." Asia rolled her eyes at him, but still helped open the envelope and counted the number of people who ordered Wolfsbane potion.

Regarding the specific matter of replying to the letter, Ivan remembered the answering quill pen placed in the store. As long as the judgment mechanism is slightly modified, it can automatically reply to the letter.