"Grave Sin...... Purge...... All evil needs to be destroyed! ”

The defect in the demon's neck was recovering, but the opponent's crazy movements made it impossible for Maca to make a targeted attack at all.

Facing the big tree that was as light as a wooden stick in the opponent's hand, he could only retreat and dodge. And as he burned the tree to ashes with the power of his magic, he saw a straight punch come at him with a violent roar, forcing him to dodge again.

And the strong wind brought by her fists alone can blow people's cheeks painfully, and how easy is it for Maca to get closer to the past and continue to attack her neck?

"Click-"

When the cold air overflowed, it was Maca who used the power of the cooling rule again, but even the ultra-low temperature freezing was completely ineffective.

Seeing the black demon shatter the frost and chase after him with a pause, Maca could only lead it as far as she could to the Muggle neighborhood that had been emptied by the army, and then keep going around in circles looking for opportunities.

However, the other party was about to completely recover from the wound on his neck, and he couldn't find a chance to take advantage of it. On the contrary, the opponent used spatial movement several times to take the initiative to close the distance, almost making him hit hard.

If you get pounded by the demon's crucible-sized fist, it's no joke! Even Maca couldn't help but become more careful.

"Boom!"

Coldly, another explosion erupted in front of the demon, and the massive impact forced it back a few steps, but that was all. Because of the advantage of spatial movement, Maca couldn't even take advantage of this to distance a little more.

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

……

Compared to Maca, who was always on the verge of fighting the enemy, Harry was clearly a deserter - and even if he did, it was actually what the former had repeatedly requested.

"Don't think about it, McLean's right, you don't want to go over there on the impulse! Even if Godric were to come back to life, he would have to rely on the true power of the sword to deal with it—a point like yours is limited to wielding a sword around, and the likelihood of being killed by a punch is even greater! ”

Not only was Harry himself worried, but the Sorting Hat he wore on his head repeatedly reminded him not to be overbearing, so that he could only watch from a long distance, anxious but unable to do anything about it.

Yes, Harry knew that the Sorting Hat's words were correct, and even more than that.

If he rushes into the battle, he will only be distracted by the danger he encounters...... If Maca was injured because of this, he would not even have time to regret it.

Having said that, Harry didn't dare to leave either. In order for him to be in place in time when Maca needed the sword in his hand, he could only watch from afar as Maca and the "big black man" ran to a remote place while fighting, seeing that Maca was about to be forced out of the city by the other party.

"Huh? Someone? ”

Suddenly, Harry's thoughts were interrupted by a soft grunt from the Sorting Hat, causing him to subconsciously look around.

"Don't look for it, I'm right here...... Behind. ”

An unfamiliar voice came from behind him, and Harry hurriedly clenched his wand and sword in his hands with some vigilance, and looked back.

"You're—"

"Barlow Stewart, Ilvermorny came to help."

"Ahh It's the ...... of the United States."

As the wizard standing behind Harry claimed to be, he was Mr. Stewart, the headmaster of Ilvermorny in the United States, who had previously helped Maca search for the Wizard with the Black Eyes.

After being stunned, Harry glanced in the direction of the battle between Maca and the demon, and then said to Stewart:

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

"Oh, I see," Stewart said with a calm nod, "I can see that this level of confrontation is not at all what a modern wizard can afford, and even if I go up, I can only be sent to death." ”

Seeing that Stuart spoke simply, as if he didn't mind at all about his lack of strength, and was calmly acting as a spectator, Harry couldn't help but have a feeling that he couldn't put it into words.

Are you too anxious? Or is the other party too cold?

"What's wrong?" Stewart seemed to sense the tangle in Harry's heart, and then shook his head, "Do you think I'm not enterprising, and I don't know how to regret the gap in front of me?" ”

After a moment's pause, Stewart chuckled before he continued:

"I'm not as young as you...... I also had a period of blood, but the reality clearly told me one thing - I am not the protagonist, I can't be the protagonist, and I don't dare to be. No matter how hard you try, you will always be just a 'shadow'...... In case you don't know, I'm one of the ...... 'Ilvermorny' headmaster. ”

Speaking of this, Stewart suddenly reached out and patted Harry's shoulder, and then said leisurely as if with some emotion:

"Sometimes, a person has to see his own ability clearly, after all, some geniuses can't catch up no matter how much they can't catch up. And to be honest, you should have figured this out before I did...... Because this goal by your side is much more terrifying than the 'one' next to me! ”

As Stewart said, he is one of the two headmasters of Ilvermorny today, and he is also the "shadow headmaster" who is always inferior in strength and accomplishment to the other.

Of course, Harry couldn't have known about this kind of thing, and he was still wondering about the inexplicable appearance of Headmaster Stewart behind him!

This principal, who seems to be a little pessimistic about everything, did he just come over to chat with him because he saw the regret and unwillingness in his heart and resonated with him?

“…… Mr? ”

"Oh, I'm sorry, maybe I'm a little verbose," Stewart shook his head again, "It's a good thing to be aggressive, but I'm talking like it's a poison...... Sorry, forget what I just said! ”

As he spoke, he looked in the direction where Maca was fighting the demon, and seeing that it was getting farther and farther away, he couldn't help but take a few more steps forward.

In fact, the reason why Stewart came to London is not known to many people, but he clearly has a very clear purpose for himself.

Harry saw that he no longer seemed to have any intention of saying anything, so he continued to look at Maca while he was a little vigilant.

Only Harry's Sorting Hat on his head lowered his voice and muttered softly:

"Isn't it just a loser, Master Hat, I've seen too much in my life......"