Hogwarts Blood Wizard

Rita Skeeter hesitated and sat down reluctantly, worried about what decisive evidence Ivan had.

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

After all, in order to write explosive articles over the years, she has often used the Animagus form to track the interviewee, or sneak into the other party's home to get some secret information.

This not only violates the regulations of the Ministry of Magic, but also offends a large number of prestigious wizards. If the identity of the illegal Animagus is revealed by Ivan, then she will most likely be imprisoned in Azkaban. ..

"Where is the parchment?" Ivan said with a more serious tone.

Rita Skeeter fumbled and touched her crocodile leather handbag, and as soon as he took it out, Ivan snatched it over.

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

"You... how dare you..." Rita Skeeter's eyes widened, her lips trembled as she wanted to say something, but Ivan's words were held back in Ivan's cold eyes .

"Rewrite, I watched!" Ivan said, knocking on the table.

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

Under Ivan's gaze, Rita Skeeter thought about all kinds of praise.

At first, it was not going well, 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 was completely released...

Ivan was dumbfounded when he watched.

Especially in a certain paragraph that he had the mind of the Minister of Magic when he was eight years old, and he often thought about the future of the magic world under the silent night sky...

"Ahem..." Ivan couldn't help but coughed slightly.

Rita Skeeter, who was writing to the point, looked up at Ivan suspiciously.

"I think what you wrote needs to be corrected a little bit." Yifan reminded concisely.

Fix it?Rita Skeeter did not quite understand the meaning of Ivan's words, but then suddenly realized.

It must be that she hasn't boasted enough!

Rita Skeeter thought of this, and decided to go back after she decided to polish it up to make the other party satisfied.

.......

When the two came out of the inquiry room, Dougert just finished talking with Director Stamp of the Patent Office.

After seeing Rita Skeeter shook hands with Ivan with a smirk on her face, she ran away in a hurry as if she had encountered a nemesis without looking back. She was a little worried and turned to Ivan. Said.

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

"No, we had a good chat, you will know by reading the Daily Prophet!" Ivan shrugged and said indifferently.

Dougter was very curious, and he didn't quite understand why Ivan had such confidence. He knew some details about Rita Skeeter.

As the most famous journalist of the Daily Prophet, Rita Skeeter is best at digging out all kinds of fierce materials. People who are targeted by her opponent are usually caught in various troubles and scandals. No one has ever known Rita Skeeter. How did Kit learn about these secret messages.

Ivan shook his head and didn't intend to disclose more information. He was able to stop Rita Skeeter because he had read the original book and knew the weakness of the other party and was unable to prove the source of the information with Dougte.

Dougt had to resist the curiosity in his heart and led him away from the Ministry of Magic.

It was almost early in the morning when I returned home, Ivan sent away Dougte, and briefly explained to Esia that the trip went well, and then lay down sleepy.

......

On Wednesday morning, Ivan, who was eating breakfast, was yawning. In a flash, she saw flocks of owls flying in from the door, window, and fireplace.

Owl disaster at home?

Before I could understand what was going on, I saw countless envelopes falling down from the air, and the hoo-h-la-la piled so high that almost all the dining table was submerged, along with some more. Owl feathers.

Except for the envelope, Ivan saw that there was a newspaper mixed with it. Ivan reached out and took it and found that it was the Daily Prophet, which was sent by Rita Skeeter.

The front page dynamic photo of the newspaper is the one taken with the werewolf before leaving the observation room with Fudge.

Below is Rita Skeeter’s article. Ivan read it carefully and found that not only did she not listen to her own opinions, but she also wrote the content even more exaggerated, making her laugh and cry.

But Ivan also had to admit that Rita Skeeter's writing is really good.

A few paragraphs made him appear as a potion genius on paper. Coupled with a few touching stories made up by Rita Skeeter, Ivan was moved to cry.

"What the hell is going on?" After hearing the movement, Aixia, who walked out of the kitchen, still holding the kitchen utensils in her hand, stared blankly at the envelopes all over the room.

"Well, I don't know too much, probably because of this?" Ivan waved the Daily Prophet in his hand.

Aysia picked it up curiously, and after a few glances, her expression became even more strange.

"How much did you give to that reporter? How would she help you?"

"I didn't give a copper nat, maybe the reporter of the Daily Prophet thought I was such a person..." Ivan spread his hands and said innocently.

Aysia squeezed Ivan's cheek with a smile, she didn't believe a word...

After that, the two people used magic spells to pick up the envelopes on the ground. Under the influence of magic, countless letters were gathered up and piled neatly in the corner.

Ivan opened a letter casually and read it, and found that it was a letter from a werewolf wizard. The content of the letter was deep and affectionate. It was all thanks to him for caring so much about the living conditions of the werewolf wizard and praised his contribution to the werewolf.

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

At the end of the envelope, there is also a deposit for the first batch of wolf poison potions.

"Should these letters have the same content, right? When will the reply be returned?" Ivan stared at the letters piled up in front of him with a headache.

"A lot of people who want this treatment don't have this chance yet." Aysia gave him a blank look, but he helped open the envelope and count the number of people who ordered the wolf poison potion.

Regarding the specific reply, Ivan remembered the answering quill in the store. As long as he slightly changed the judgment mechanism, he could automatically reply.