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

In fact, even if there was no evidence, Ivan would have been able to cause her huge trouble by simply reporting it to the Ministry of Magic.

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

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

"Where's the parchment?" Ivan said in an aggravated tone.

Rita Skeeter searched for her crocodile leather handbag, and as soon as she took it out, she was snatched by Ivan.

Looking at the gibberish on the parchment, Ivan unceremoniously tore it to shreds in front of Rita Skeeter.

"You... How dare you—" Rita Skeeter's eyes widened, her lips trembling and she wanted to say something, but she held back the words in Ivan's indifferent gaze.

"Rewrite, I'm watching!" Ivan tapped the table and spoke.

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

Under Ivan's gaze, Rita Skeeter struggled with all sorts of compliments.

At first, it didn't go well, but after writing a few paragraphs, Rita Skeeter seemed to have found inspiration, and the more she wrote, the more excited she became, and finally she completely let go of herself...

Ivan was stunned as he watched from the sidelines,

In particular, there is a passage that says that he has the general thinking of a minister of magic at the age of eight, and often thinks about the future of the wizarding world under the silent night sky...

"Ahem.." Ivan coughed lightly.

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

"I think what you wrote needs a little bit of revision." Ivan reminded succinctly.

Fix it? Rita Skeeter didn't quite understand the meaning of Ivan's words, but then it dawned on her.

It must be that she is not praising enough!

Thinking of this, Rita Skeeter decided that she must polish it again after she goes back and strive to satisfy the other party.

.......

By the time the two of them came out of the inquiry room, Doggett had finished talking to Director Stamp of the Patent Office.

After seeing Rita Skeeter shaking Ivan's hand with a fake smile on her face, she fled in a hurry without looking back as if she had met a nemesis, and suddenly became a little worried, and turned to look at Ivan and said.

"Have you offended that old woman? She's not a big-hearted person..."

"No, we've had a great chat, you'll find out by reading the Daily Prophet!" Ivan shrugged his shoulders and said indifferently.

Doggett was curious, he didn't quite understand why Ivan had so much confidence, but he knew some details about Rita Skeeter.

As the most famous reporter of the Daily Prophet, Rita Skeeter is the best at digging up all kinds of fierce information, and the people she targets are usually caught in all kinds of troubles and scandals, and no one knows how Rita Skeeter learned these secret news.

Ivan shook his head, he didn't plan to reveal more information, he was able to restrain Rita Skeeter because he had read the original book and knew the weaknesses of the other party, and he couldn't prove the source of the news to Doggett.

Doggett had to resist his curiosity and take him out of the Ministry of Magic.

When he returned home, it was almost early in the morning, and Ivan sent Doggett away, briefly explained to Althea that the trip had gone well, and then lay down sleepily to sleep.

......

On Wednesday morning, Ivan, who was eating breakfast, was yawning when he saw flocks of owls flying in through the gates, windows, and fireplaces.

Owl disaster at home?

Before Ivan could figure out what was happening, he saw countless envelopes falling from the air, piled up so high that they almost drowned the table, accompanied by some owl feathers.

In addition to the envelope, Ivan saw that it was mixed with a newspaper, and Ivan reached out to take it, and found that it was sent by the Daily Prophet, Rita Skeeter.

The front page of the newspaper is the one he and Fudge pose with the werewolf before leaving the observation room.

Then there is Rita Skeeter's article, Ivan read it carefully, and found that she not only did not listen to her own opinions, but also wrote the content more exaggeratedly, and she couldn't cry or laugh for a while.

However, Ivan also has to admit that Rita Skeeter's writing is really good.

In just a few paragraphs, the image of his potions genius jumped on the page, and with a few touching stories made up by Rita Skeeter, Ivan himself was moved to tears when he looked at it.

"What the hell is going on here?" Hearing the movement, Aisya came out of the kitchen, still holding the kitchen utensils in her hands, and looked at the envelopes in the room in a daze.

"Well, I don't know, maybe it's because of this, right?" Ivan waved the Daily Prophet in his hand.

Aisya picked it up curiously, looked at it a few times, and her expression became more and more strange.

"How much money did you give that reporter? How would she speak for you? ”

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

Althea smiled and pinched Ivan's cheek, she didn't believe a word...

Then the two of them used a spell to clean up the envelopes on the ground, and under the influence of the magic, countless letters were collected and neatly piled up in the corner.

Ivan casually opened a letter and read it, and found that it was a letter from a werewolf wizard, and the content of the letter was full of affection, all of which thanked him for caring so much about the werewolf wizard's survival and praised him for his contribution to the werewolf.

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

At the end of the envelope was a deposit for the purchase of the first batch of wolf poison potion.

"Aren't these letters all the same? When is that reply? Ivan stared at the mountains of letters in front of him, and had a headache.

"A lot of people want this treatment but don't have this opportunity." Althea gave him a blank look, but still helped open the envelope and counted the number of people who had ordered the wolf poison potion.

Ivan remembered the quill pen in the store, and as long as the judgment mechanism was slightly changed, it could play an automatic reply.