Harry Potter’s Book of Sin Chapter 1350: The loser is watching

"Great sin...clear...all sins need to be destroyed!"

The defect in the devil's neck is recovering, but the opponent's crazy actions make it impossible for Maca to make a targeted attack.

Faced with the big tree that was as light as a stick in the opponent's hands, he could only retreat and evade. And when he burned the tree to ashes with the might of magic, he saw a straight fist coming towards him with a violent whistling sound, forcing him to dodge again.

And just the strong wind from the fist can make a person's cheeks hurt. How easy is it for Maca to get close to the past and continue to attack his neck?

"Crack—"

In the room where the cold air is overflowing, it is Maca who has used the power of the cooling rules again, but even the ultra-low temperature freezing has no effect at all.

Looking at the black demon who shattered the frost and chased him quickly after a short pause, Maca could only lead him to the Muggle neighborhood that had been emptied by the army as much as possible, and then kept walking around in circles to find opportunities .

However, even the wound on the other side's neck was about to fully heal, and he could not find an opportunity to take advantage of it once. On the contrary, the opponent used space movement several times to take the initiative to narrow the distance, almost making him get a heavy blow.

It's no joke if you get punched by the devil's fist the size of a cauldron! Even Maca couldn't help becoming more careful.

"Boom!"

Suddenly, another explosion exploded in front of the demon. The huge impact pushed it back a few steps, but that was all. Because of the advantages of space movement, Maca couldn't even take it to get more distance.

Unconsciously, although Maca repeatedly induced the opponent to stay away from those evacuation routes, he himself was gradually forced to the edge of the other side of the city.

……

Compared with Maca, who is always dealing with the enemy, Harry is obviously only a fugitive-even if he escapes, it is actually repeatedly requested by the former.

"Don’t think about it, that guy McLean is right, don’t go there on an impulse! Just that thing, even if Godric is resurrected, I’m afraid he must rely on the true power of the sword. It can be dealt with-like you, it is limited to the extent of swinging with a sword, and the possibility of being beaten to death by a punch is greater!"

Not only was Harry worried in his heart, but the sorting hat he wore on top of his head was a reminder repeatedly that he should not be overpowered, so that he could only look at it from a long distance. Anxious but powerless.

Yes, Harry knew that the sorting hat was correct, even more than that.

If he rushed into the battle rashly, but because of the danger, Maca had to be distracted and rescued...If Maca was injured as a result, he would definitely not have time to regret it.

But even so, Harry didn't dare to leave just as much. In order to be able to be in place in time when Maca needs the sword in his hand, he can only look at Maca and the "big black man" from afar while playing and running to a remote place, seeing Maca being about to be caught by the opponent. Forced out of the city.

"Huh? Someone?"

Suddenly, the Sorting Hat interrupted Harry's thoughts with a soft sound, causing him to subconsciously look around.

"Stop looking, I'm right here...behind."

Hearing an unfamiliar voice behind him, Harry hurriedly grasped the wand and the sword in his hands with some caution, and looked back.

"You are—"

"Barlow Stewart, Ifamoni is here to help."

"Ah! It's those Americans..."

Just as the wizard who stood behind Harry stated his identity, he was Mr. Stewart, the principal of the American Ifamoni who also helped Maca search for the black pupil wizard.

After being stunned, Harry took another look at the direction where Maca and the devil were fighting, and then he said to Stewart:

"Sir, please don't go there, it's dangerous!"

"Oh, I understand," Stewart nodded calmly, "It can be seen-that level of confrontation is no longer what modern wizards can bear. I can only go up and die. ."

Seeing that Stewart said so simply, as if he didn't mind his lack of strength at all, and he was calmly being a spectator, Harry couldn't help but feel indescribable.

Are you too anxious? Or is the opponent too cold?

"What's the matter?" Stewart seemed to perceive the entanglement in Harry's heart, and then shook his head, "I think I am not enterprising, and I don't know how to regret the gap in front of me?"

After a short pause, Stewart chuckled lightly before continuing:

"I’m not as young as you...I have had a period of passion, but the reality has told me one thing clearly-I am not the protagonist, I can’t be, I don’t dare to be. No matter what Efforts will always only be a "shadow"... Maybe you don't know, I am the principal of Ifamoni... "One of"."

Stuart suddenly reached out and patted Harry on the shoulder, and then said leisurely as if with some emotion:

"Sometimes, a person has to see his own abilities, after all, some geniuses can't catch up with them. To be honest, you should understand this earlier than me...because you are by your side This goal of "is far more terrifying than the "that" next to me!"

As Stewart said, he is one of the two principals of Ifamoni today, and he is also a "shadow principal" whose strength and achievements are always worse than the other.

Of course, it must be impossible for Harry to know this kind of thing. He is still wondering when this Principal Stewart appears behind him inexplicably!

This Mr. Principal who seems to be indifferent to everything~IndoMTL.com~ Is it just because he saw the regret and unwillingness in his heart that resonated, did he come over and chat with him?

"Mr...?"

"Oh, I'm sorry, maybe I'm a bit long-winded," Stewart suddenly shook his head again, "Being enterprising is a good thing, but I said it was like a poison... Sorry, I forgot. What to say!"

While talking, he looked into the direction where Maca was fighting with the devil, seeing that he was getting farther and farther away, and he couldn't help but walk a few steps forward.

Actually, few people know the reason why Stewart came to London, but he obviously had a very clear purpose.

Harry saw that he didn't seem to have the intention to continue to say something anymore, so he continued to look at Maca while he was a little wary.

Only the sorting hat on Harry's head, at this moment, he lowered his voice and muttered softly:

"Isn't it just a loser, Master Mao, I can see a lot in my life..."