Chapter 1350 The Loser Is Watching

"Great sins...clear...all evils need 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.

Facing the big tree that was as light as a stick in the opponent's hand, he could only retreat one after another to avoid it. And when he burned the tree to ashes with the power of magic, he saw a straight punch coming towards him with a violent whistling sound, forcing him to dodge again.

And just the strong wind brought by the fist can make people's cheeks hurt. How easy is it for Maca to approach and continue attacking his neck?

"Crack——"

Amidst the cold air, Maca once again used the power of the cooling rule, but even the ultra-low temperature freezing had no effect at all.

Seeing the black demon that shattered the frost after a pause and chased him at high speed, Maca could only lead it as far as possible to the Muggle block that had been emptied by the army, and then kept going around in circles to find opportunities.

However, the wound on the other party's neck was about to fully recover, and he couldn't find a chance to take advantage of it. On the contrary, the opponent used space movement several times to actively shorten the distance, almost causing him to be hit hard.

It's not a joke to be hit by a demon's fist the size of a cauldron! Even Maca couldn't help but become more careful.

"boom!"

Suddenly, another explosion exploded in front of the demon. The huge 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 increase the distance.

Unknowingly, although Maca repeatedly induced the other party 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 can only be regarded as a deserter-even though his escape is actually the former's repeated request.

"Don't think about it, that guy McLean is right, you don't want to go there on impulse! As for that thing, even if Godric is resurrected, I'm afraid you have to rely on the true power of the sword to deal with it It's like you are limited to swinging a sword, the possibility of being punched to death is even greater!"

Not only was Harry himself feeling uneasy, but the sorting hat he casually put on top of his head reminded him repeatedly not to overestimate his capabilities, so that he could only watch from a long distance.

Anxious but unable to do anything.

Yes, Harry knew, the Sorting Hat was right, and even more than that.

If he rushed into the battle rashly, Maca had to be distracted to rescue him because of the danger... If Maca was injured because of this, it would be too late for him to regret it.

But having said that, Harry also didn't dare to leave. In order for him to be there in time when Maca needs the sword in his hand, he can only watch from a distance as Maca and the "big black man" fight and run to a remote place, seeing that Maca is about to be killed by the opponent. Forced out of the city.

"Huh? Someone?"

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

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

Hearing a strange voice behind him, Harry hurriedly held his wand and sword in both hands vigilantly, and looked back.

"You are--"

"Barlow Stewart, Ilvermorny came to help."

"Ah! It's the group of Americans..."

Just as the wizard standing behind Harry stated his identity, he was Mr. Stewart, the principal of Ilvermorny in the United States who had previously helped Maca search for the black-eyed wizard.

After being stunned, Harry glanced at the direction where Maca and the demon were fighting, and then said to Stuart:

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

"Oh, I understand," Stuart nodded calmly, "It can be seen that a confrontation of that level is completely beyond what modern wizards can bear. Even if I go up, I can only die."

Seeing that Stuart spoke bluntly, as if he didn't mind his lack of strength at all, and was calmly being a spectator, Harry couldn't help feeling indescribable.

Is it because you are too anxious? Or is the other party too cold?

"What's wrong?" Stuart seemed to sense the entanglement in Harry's heart, and then shook his head, "Do you think I don't have the ambition to make progress, and I don't know how to regret the gap in front of me?"

After a short pause, Stuart smiled lightly, and then continued:

"I'm not as young as you... I also had a passionate period, but the reality told me one thing clearly - I am not the protagonist, I can't be, and I dare not be. No matter how hard I try, I can't Only a 'Shadow' forever... Maybe you don't know, I'm the Headmaster of Ilvermorny... 'One of'."

Having said that, Stuart suddenly reached out and patted Harry on the shoulder, and then said leisurely as if feeling a little emotional:

"Sometimes, a person has to see his own ability clearly. After all, some geniuses can't catch up no matter how hard they try. To be honest, you should understand this earlier than me... because the goal by your side , is much scarier than the 'that' next to me!"

As Stuart said, he is one of the two principals of Ilvermorny today, and he is also a "shadow principal" whose strength and achievements are always inferior to the other.

Of course, it is definitely impossible for Harry to know such a thing, and he is still puzzled by the inexplicable appearance of Principal Stuart behind him!

Could it be that this Mr. Principal, who seems to be a bit bearish about everything, just ran over to chat with him because he saw the regret and unwillingness in his heart and resonated with him?

"……gentlemen?"

"Oh, I'm sorry, maybe I've been a little rambling." Stuart shook his head suddenly again, "It's obviously a good thing to be aggressive, but I said it like a poison... Sorry, I forgot what I just said Bar!"

As he spoke, he looked towards the direction where Maca was fighting the demon. Seeing that they were getting farther and farther away, he couldn't help but took a few steps forward.

In fact, few people knew the reason why Stuart came to London, but he obviously had a very clear purpose.

Seeing that he seemed to have no intention of continuing to speak, Harry continued to look towards Maca while being a little vigilant.

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

"Isn't it just a loser, Mr. Mao, I have seen too much in my life..."