Chapter 155: How much did you give to that reporter?

Rita Skeeter hesitated and sat down reluctantly, worried that Ivan had any decisive evidence.ViiSiit novelbi/n(.)c/(o)m for latest novels

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

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 touched her crocodile leather handbag, and Ivan snatched it as soon as she took it out.

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 indifferent gaze. .

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

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 from the side.

Especially in a certain paragraph that he had the general 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..." Ifan 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 bit." Yifan reminded concisely.

The front page dynamic photo of the newspaper was 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 indeed 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 when he saw it.

"What the **** is going on?" After hearing the movement, Aysia, who walked out of the kitchen, still holding the kitchen utensils in her hand, looked at the envelopes full of the room blankly.

"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 more and 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 just such a person..." Ivan spread his hands and said innocently.

Aysia smiled and squeezed Ivan's cheek, she didn't believe a word...

Afterwards, the two together used magic spells to collect the envelopes on the ground ~ www.novelhall.com~ Under the influence of magic, countless letters were collected 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 was also a deposit for the first batch of wolf poisoning 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 still helped to open the envelope and count the number of people who ordered the wolf's 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.