harry potter book of crimes

"Great sin... clear away... 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 any more targeted attacks.

Facing the big tree that was as light as a stick in the opponent's hand, he could only retreat to avoid it. But when he used the power of magic to burn the tree to ashes, he saw a straight fist coming towards him with a fierce whistling sound.

Come, forcing him to dodge again.

And just the strong wind brought by the fist can make someone's cheek hurt. How easy is it for Maka to get closer and continue to attack his neck?

"Click"

When the cold air overflowed, Maka used the power of the cooling rules again, but even the ultra-low temperature freezing had no effect at all.

Seeing the black demon that shattered the ice after just a moment's 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 opponent was almost completely healed from the wound on his neck, and he could not find an opportunity to take advantage of it. Instead, the opponent used space movement several times to actively close the distance, almost causing him to get hit hard.

It would be no joke if he was hit by the devil's cauldron-sized fist! Even Maka couldn't help but become more careful.

"boom!"

Abruptly, 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 space movement, Maka couldn't even take advantage of it to move further.

distance.

Unknowingly, although Maka repeatedly induced the other party to stay away from the 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 again and again.

"Don't think about it. That guy McClane is right. Don't go there again on impulse! With that thing, even if Godric is resurrected, I'm afraid you have to rely on the real power of the sword to deal with it.

If you are limited to swinging a sword around like you, the possibility of being beaten to death with one punch is actually greater!"

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 capabilities, so that he could only watch from a long distance, feeling anxious but not at all.

Nothing can be done.

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

If he rushes into the battle rashly, but ends up being in danger and causing Maka to be distracted from the rescue... If Maka is injured, then he will definitely not even have time to regret it.

But having said that, Harry also didn't dare to leave. In order to be there in time when Maka needed the sword in his hand, he could only look at Maka and the "big black man" from a distance.

While fighting, he ran to a remote area and saw that Maka was about to be forced out of the city.

"Huh? Is there someone?"

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 held the wand and sword in his hands with some vigilance, and turned around to look over.

"Who are you"

"Barlow Stewart, Ilvermorny is here to help."

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

As the wizard standing behind Harry announced 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 demon, and then said to Stewart:

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

"Oh, I understand," Stewart nodded calmly. "It can be seen that such a level of confrontation is completely beyond the ability of modern wizards. Even if I go up there, I can only die."

Seeing Stuart speak straightforwardly, 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.

Is it because I am too anxious? Or is the other person 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 has 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 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 abilities clearly. After all, some geniuses can never catch up no matter how hard they catch up. And to be honest, you should understand this earlier than me... because of this goal beside you.

, but 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 was 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, I forgot what I just said.

Bar!"

As he spoke, he looked far away in 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 know the reason why Stewart came to London, but he obviously has 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 much of Mr. Hat in my life..."