Terry took the daily prophet Anthony pushed over and read on from the last part Anthony had read aloud. "To show how close he was to the people, Carlos Rivie changed the celebratory dinner into a barbecue party..."
"He named the barbecue party 'Well Done! I won the election!' To ensure the barbecue met the 'Well Done' standard, he insisted on grilling the meat himself..."
"Barbecue from Mexico?" Michael smacked his lips, patted Chris, and asked, "Didn't you go to the Amazon over summer vacation?"
"I remember the Amazon should be... in South America, right? Mexico seems to be in South America too..."
"Mexico is in North America," Anthony said faintly. "Michael, why don't you switch Houses?"
"Not important!" Michael tilted his head and went on asking, "Did you get to eat this barbecue from Mexico? How did it taste?"
"I did eat at a place advertising 'barbecue from Mexico'..." Chris recalled. "Aside from being a little too spicy, I thought it tasted pretty good... Anyway, it was better than English Muggle food!"
"Then it looks like it tasted good..." Terry casually added, then read the contents of the daily prophet aloud again. "Many voters came to attend the barbecue party..."
"To deal with these voters, Carlos Rivie's team actually left him alone beside the huge barbecue pit, which ultimately led to the accident..."
His brows knitted together as his eyes swept back and forth over the report in the daily prophet, and in the end, he could not help laughing too.
"See..." Anthony spread his hands and said, "It really isn't that I lack sympathy. The person who wrote this report is just awful!"
"So what exactly is so funny?" Michael grew even more curious and snatched the daily prophet from Terry's hands.
"Carlos Rivie stepped on a patch