Michael didn't take any enjoyment out of pointless torture, having been subjected to it himself when he was only a kid. Breaking someone for information was one thing. This... what was the point? Even if Tacklesford was the scum of the earth, and he was a spineless snake at best, Michael couldn't stand there for very long and watch this. It wasn't what he'd signed up for.
And when the fuck had Anthony learned how to do Dark magic like this? The Carrows, right, but none of them had been able to pull it off like this.
"What the fuck," he shouted. "Goldstein. What the fuck are you doing?"