Michael Corner leaned forward and looked at Anthony, pressing him, "And then?"
Anthony Goldstein raised The Daily Prophet in front of his eyes, scanned a few more lines down, and his brows instantly knitted together, his expression a mix of nausea and not being able to bear looking at it.
Noticing Anthony's complicated expression, Michael tilted his head in confusion. "What kind of face is that?"
"Just read it yourself..." Anthony pushed The Daily Prophet over to Michael, the corner of his mouth twitching. "Why did they have to put a Magical Photo here too? This is just too..."
"Is it really that exaggerated?" Michael curled his lip, took The Daily Prophet, quickly found the corresponding paragraph, and began reading aloud.
"'According to a Ministry of Magic employee who wished to remain anonymous, Ms. "Pink Toad," after submitting her resignation, delivered a heartbreaking farewell speech comparable to a "Troll dancing ballet."'"
"'She wore her signature pink suit, the kind that could make any wizard with normal vision feel unwell, and tightly clutched a lace handkerchief in her hand'..."
Michael now understood why Anthony had been unwilling to keep reading.
Because The Daily Prophet had included another Magical Photo here, showing Dolores Umbridge in pink robes, wiping away tears with a pink lace handkerchief.
He had actually seen similar scenes before. If a girl really cried in front of him, he would most likely go up and comfort her gently.
But Dolores Umbridge crying in the Magical Photo only made him feel an urge to raise his Wand and cast a hex on the photo.
"Oh! Merlin's pink lace underpants!" Michael cursed, quickly grabbed the History of Magic beside him, and, as if swatting a fly, covered the Magical Photo with the History of Magic with a smack.
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