Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

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

The defect in the devil'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 wooden stick in the opponent's hand, he could only retreat one after another.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—"

The cold air was overflowing, and it was Maca who used the power of the cooling rules again, but even the ultra-low temperature freezing had no effect at all.

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

However, even the wound on the other side's neck was almost completely healed, 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 not a joke if it is 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, and the huge impact forced it back a few steps, but it was nothing more.Because of the advantages of space movement, Maca didn't even get a little further away.

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 was always dealing with the enemy, Harry was obviously only a fugitive—even if his escape was actually requested by the former repeatedly.

"Don't think about it, that guy McLean is right, don't go over there on an impulse! Just that thing, even if Godric is resurrected, I am afraid that it must be dealt with by the true power of the sword. Yes-like you are limited to the extent of using a sword to swing around, 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 reminded him time and again not to overpower himself, so that he could only watch from a long distance away, but he was anxious at all. Powerless.

Yes, Harry knew that the Sorting Hat's words were 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 because of this, he would definitely not have time to regret it.

But having said that, Harry was equally afraid to leave.In order to be able to be in place in time when Maca needs the sword in his hand, he can only watch 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."

He heard an unfamiliar voice behind him, and 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 standing behind Harry stated his identity, he was Mr. Stewart, the principal of the American Ifamoni who had previously 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 die if I go up."

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

Is he too anxious?Or is the opponent too cold?

"What's wrong?" 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 am 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 dare not be. No matter how hard I try, It will always be only a "shadow"... Maybe you don't know, I am the principal of Ifamoni... "One of"."

Having said that, 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 abilities clearly. After all, some geniuses can't catch up with them. To be honest, you should understand this earlier than me...because of this goal by your side. , It's much scarier than the'that' beside me!"

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

Of course, it is definitely impossible for Harry to know this kind of thing, he is still wondering when this Headmaster Stewart appears behind him inexplicably!

This Mr. Principal, who seems to be indifferent to everything, is it just because he saw the regret and unwillingness in his heart that resonated with him, and then came over to chat with him?

"……Mr?"

"Oh, I'm sorry, maybe I'm a bit long-winded," Stewart suddenly shook his head again, "It's a good thing to be enterprising, but I said it like a poison... sorry, forgot what I just said. Right!"

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.

In fact, 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 any more intentions to continue to say something, so he continued to look at Maca while he was slightly wary.

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

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