Fox, come here! After writing the letters, Ivan packed them one by one in an envelope, folded them aside, and then waved at the phoenix on the olive branch.

Fawkes flapped his wings and flew to the table in front of Ivan, his eyes curiously scanning the envelopes.

"See this list? Do you understand the order in which the letter is delivered? Ivan pointed to the list Dumbledore had left for him and spoke.

Fawkes nodded, picked up a letter, and then golden-red flames erupted all over his body, and the next moment he disappeared into the headmaster's office with the letter.

It didn't take long for Fawkes to return and pick up the next letter again, and so on.

"It's really efficient!" Seeing that in just ten minutes, Fawkes had used the teleportation property to deliver half of the letters, and Ivan became more and more fond of the Phoenix's bloodline.

However, now is not the time to collect blood, because the Legend value he has is only two points now, and even if he is given enough phoenix blood, he will not be able to complete the fourth bloodline fusion ritual.

And if the blood of magical creatures is not preserved by special means, the activity will be greatly reduced if it is left for more than three days, and the effect of fusion will be greatly reduced...

Thinking of this, Ivan had to sigh and put aside the plan of fusing phoenix blood for the time being, concentrate on business, took out the time turner from his pocket, and began to gently turn the golden hourglass on it.

With the rotation of the hourglass of time,

The surrounding scene froze, and then quickly began to transform, and everything seemed to be moving away...

To be on the safe side, to avoid triggering the protection mechanism while doing something important, and being forcibly kicked back to the original plane, Ivan stuck on the upper limit of the safety range and only turned five times...

Since this time the backtracking time was not long, Ivan was not affected much, and when the surroundings returned to normal, Ivan immediately turned his head to look at the clock hanging in the headmaster's room.

It's about four o'clock in the afternoon, and the evening sun is shining through the window in the principal's office, and the central desk is empty, nothing...

"Wait, so the letter and the time-turner haven't been delivered yet?"

Ivan was keenly aware of this, and he suddenly realized that if he stayed here for a while, wouldn't he be able to catch Dumbledore who had come to place these things?

Ivan, who was already dissatisfied with the old professor's dumping of the pot to himself, suddenly felt that his eyes lit up, and he immediately didn't care about other things, so he ambushed and squatted in the principal's office.

Anyway, if he loses time, he can go back again, and the last thing he lacks now is time!

However, this wait lasted for more than half an hour, and just when Ivan was a little impatient, a fire suddenly broke out in the fireplace of the principal's room, and a golden red flame rose high...

There was a hint of excitement in Ivan's heart, but what made him a little dumbfounded was that only golden-red birds came out of the flames.

It clutches a thick letter at its feet, a faintly fluorescent time-turner around its neck, and an elderberry wand in its mouth...

After Fawkes saw Ivan, he hurriedly flew over, chirped happily a few times in his mouth, and the wand in his mouth fell directly.

Ivan subconsciously held the wand in his hand, the corners of his mouth kept twitching, Dumbledore was too ruthless, all these important things were thrown to Fawkes, and he didn't show up the whole time...

"If you're unkind, don't blame me for being unjust...", Ivan thought to himself.

Since Dumbledore said in the letter that he would bring a surprise to himself when he returned, it just so happened that he could also prepare a surprise for the other party!

Ivan raised his hand to untie the time turner and letters from Fawkes, and threw them on his desk.

Ivan then took out an envelope with the contents written from the pocket of his wizard's robe and stuffed it into Fawkes's mouth.

"Help me deliver a letter to Rita Skeeter of the Daily Prophet, and tell her to drop all her work and come to see me at the Leaky Cauldron immediately!" Ivan said.

......

In the evening, the cauldron bar was noisy, and there was a smell of alcohol everywhere.

Tom, as the owner, warmly welcomes every guest, and the bar is full of empty beer bottles, laughing, and the atmosphere seems to be very harmonious.

Rita Skeeter, who entered it, watched all this with disgust, as a well-bred lady, she had never liked this kind of chaotic place.

"Damn imps!" Rita Skeeter secretly scolded in her heart, if the other party hadn't threatened her with that thing, she wouldn't have been guilty of leaving her work unfinished and coming to such a place.

"Would you like a butterbeer? Ms. Skeeter? Tom, the owner, seemed to be a little drunk, looked at Rita with a big laugh, and greeted.

"No need." Rita Skeeter haughtily rejected Tom's offer and continued to ask. "Where is Room 7?" Someone approached me about something..."

"Well... Go upstairs and turn right into the second room! Tom shrugged his shoulders and replied.

Rita Skeeter nodded, walked up to the second floor, found the corresponding house number, and grumbled as she opened the door and entered.

"Hals, what are you looking for me, don't expect to threaten me with that..."

But when she saw the people waiting inside, Rita Skeeter's pupils shrank and she stammered.

"Albus Dumbledore?"

At this time, Ivan had already disguised himself as Dumbledore, and it was a little funny to see Rita Skeeter's startled appearance.

On the surface, Ivan still had that breezy expression, and he looked at Rita Skeeter and bowed slightly. "Yes, I asked Hals to write to you here to talk about something..."

It was only then that Rita Skeeter remembered that although the previous letter was Ivan's little ghost's note, when she saw the envelope, there was a golden-red feather pressed on it...

She couldn't help but panic, she couldn't imagine what it was like for a big man like Dumbledore to be so careful...

Why did the other party come around in such a big circle to meet him?

Unbeknownst to Rita Skeeter, Ivan was doing this purely to save the magical letters Dumbledore had given him...

"So... Do you have anything you need me to help with? Rita Skeeter was well aware of the situation, and quickly adjusted her mood, and sat down opposite Ivan with a smirk.

"Everything you need to tell is written here, take a look!" Ivan flipped the parchment that had been placed on the table and pushed it in front of Rita Skeeter.