"Great sin... purge... All sin needs to be destroyed!"
The damage on the demon's neck was recovering, but the opponent's crazy movements gave Maka no chance to make another targeted attack.
Facing the big tree that was as light as a stick in the opponent's hand, he could only retreat to avoid it. And when he used the power of magic to burn the tree to ashes, he saw a straight punch coming towards him with a fierce 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 Maka to get closer and continue to attack his neck
"Click—"
When the cold air overflowed, Maka once again used the power of the cooling rules, but even the ultra-low temperature freezing had no effect at all.
Seeing the black demon that shattered the ice after just a pause and quickly chased after him, Maka could only lead it as far as possible to the Muggle neighborhood that had been cleared by the army, and then kept leading it in circles to look for opportunities.
However, the other party was almost completely healed from the wound on his neck, and he couldn't find an opportunity to take advantage of it. On the contrary, the opponent used space movement several times to actively close the distance, almost causing him to get hit hard.
It's no joke if you get punched by the devil's cauldron-sized fist! Even Maka couldn't help but become more cautious.
"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, Maka couldn't even take advantage of this to increase the distance.
Unknowingly, although Maka repeatedly induced the other party to stay away from those evacuation routes, he himself was gradually forced towards the edge of the other side of the city.
…
Compared with Maka, who is always dealing with the enemy, Harry can obviously only be regarded as a deserter - even though his escape was actually requested by the former repeatedly.
"Don't think about it. That guy McClane is right. Don't go there again on impulse! As for that thing, even if Godric is resurrected, I'm afraid he will have to rely on the real power of the sword to deal with it. - If you are limited to swinging your sword around, you are more likely to be beaten to death with one punch!"
Not only was Harry feeling uneasy, but the Sorting Hat he casually put on his head reminded him again and again not to overestimate his own capabilities, so that he could only watch from a long distance, feeling anxious but not at all. Nothing can be done.
Yes, Harry knew, the Sorting Hat's words were correct, and more than that.
If he rushed into the battle rashly, Maka would have to distract herself from the rescue because of the danger... If Maka was injured, then he would definitely not even have time to regret it.
But having said that, Harry also didn't dare to leave just like that. In order to be there in time when Maka needed the sword in his hand, he could only watch from a distance as Maka and the "big black man" fought and ran to a remote place, seeing that Maka was about to be killed by the opponent. They were forced out of the city.
"Huh? Is there anyone?"
Suddenly, Harry's thoughts were interrupted by a slight chirp from the Sorting Hat, causing him to look around subconsciously.
"Stop looking, I'm right here...behind."
Hearing an unfamiliar voice coming from behind, Harry hurriedly grasped the wand and sword in his hands with vigilance, and looked back.
"Who are you-"
"Barlow Stewart, Ilvermorny came to help."
"Ah! It's those Americans..."
As the wizard standing behind Harry revealed his identity, he was Mr. Stewart, the principal of Ilvermorny in the United States, who had previously helped Maka search for the black-eyed wizard.
After being stunned, Harry glanced in the direction of the battle between Maka and the devil, and then said to Stewart:
"Sir, please don't go there, it's very dangerous!"
"Oh, I understand," Stewart nodded calmly, "I can see that that level of confrontation is completely beyond the ability of modern wizards. Even if I go up, I can only die."
Seeing Stuart speak simply, as if he didn't mind at all about his lack of strength, and was just a spectator calmly, Harry couldn't help but feel an indescribable feeling.
Are you too anxious? Or is the other party too cold
"What's wrong?" Stewart seemed to notice the entanglement in Harry's heart, and then shook his head, "Do you think I have no ambition and don't know how to regret the gap in front of me?"
After a short pause, Stewart chuckled, and then continued:
"I'm not as young as you... I also had a passionate period, but reality told me one thing clearly - I am not the protagonist, I can't be the protagonist, and I dare not be. No matter how hard I try, I will never be the protagonist. It will be just a 'shadow'... Maybe you don't know, I am the headmaster of Ilvermorny... 'one'."
Having said this, Stewart 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 ability clearly. After all, some geniuses can't catch up no matter how hard they catch up. And to be honest, you should understand this earlier than me... because this goal beside you, It’s much scarier 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" whose strength and achievements are always inferior to the other.
Of course, it is impossible for Harry to know about this kind of thing. He is still puzzled by the inexplicable appearance of Principal Stewart behind him!
Could it be that the principal, who looked a little down on everything, just came 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'm a little verbose," Stewart suddenly shook his head again, "Being enterprising is obviously a good thing, but I said it as if it was a kind of poison... Sorry, forget what I just said. !”
As he spoke, he looked in the distance towards the direction where Maka and the demon were fighting. Seeing that they were getting farther and farther away, he couldn't help but take a few steps forward.
In fact, few people knew the reason why Stewart came to London, but he obviously had a very clear purpose.
Seeing that he seemed to have no intention of continuing to say anything, Harry continued to look towards Maka while being slightly wary.
Only the Sorting Hat on Harry's head lowered his voice and whispered softly:
"Aren't you just a loser? I've seen too many Mr. Hats in my life..."