Terry took the Daily Prophet Anthony pushed over and continued reading from where Anthony had left off. "To present himself as a man of the people, Carlos Rivi changed his celebratory dinner into a barbecue party..."
"He named the barbecue party 'Well done! I won the election!' To ensure the meat was cooked to the 'Well Done' standard, he insisted on doing the grilling himself..."
"Mexican barbecue?" Michael smacked his lips and patted Chris as he asked, "Didn't you go to the Amazon during the summer holiday?"
"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 gloomily. "Michael, how about you switch Houses?"
"That's not important!" Michael tilted his head and continued asking, "Did you ever try Mexican barbecue? How did it taste?"
"I have eaten at places calling themselves 'Mexican barbecue'..." 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 must taste pretty good..." Terry casually replied before reading from the Daily Prophet again. "Many voters came to attend the barbecue party..."
"In order to deal with those voters, Carlos Rivi's team actually left him alone beside the enormous barbecue pit, ultimately leading to an accident..."
His brows drew together as his eyes swept back and forth over the report in the Daily Prophet. In the end, he could not help laughing as well.
"See..." Anthony spread his hands. "It's not that I lack sympathy. It's that the writer of this report is awful!"
"So what exactly is funny?" Michael became even more curious and snatched the Daily Prophet from Terry's hands.
"Carlos Rivi stepped on a patch of grease and accidentally fell into the barbecue pit...