Chapter 1350: Losers are watching

"Great sin ... clear ... all sins need to be destroyed!"
The defect at the devil's neck is recovering, but the other man's crazy movements have made Maca have no chance to make a targeted attack.
Faced with the light tree like a stick in the opponent's hands, he could only step back and dodge. And when he used the power of magic to burn the tree to ashes, he saw a straight fist coming forward with a violent whistling, forcing him to dodge again.
And just the strong wind brought by the fist can hurt people's cheeks. How easy is it for Maca to approach the past and continue to attack his neck?
"Click-"
The cold air overflowed, and Maca once again used the power of the cooling rule, but even the ultra-low temperature has no effect at all.
Looking at the black demon that just broke and frosted and chased himself quickly, Maca could only lead it to the Muggle neighbourhood that had been emptied by the army, and then constantly took the circle to find opportunities.
However, the other party was almost completely recovering from the wound on his neck, and he could not find a chance to take advantage of it. Instead, the other side used space to move closer to take the initiative to close the distance, almost making him hit hard.
It wouldn't be a joke if he was struck by the crucible-sized fist of the devil! Even Maca couldn't help being more careful.
"boom!"
It was cold, and another explosion bloomed in front of the demon, and the huge impact forced it back a few steps, but that was all. Because of the advantages of space movement, Maca was not even able to use this to open up some distance.
Unconsciously, although Maca repeatedly led the other party away from the evacuation routes, he 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 on the battlefield-even if he fled, the former had repeatedly asked for it.
"Don't think about it, McLean is right, you don't have to go there with an impulse! Just that stuff, even if Godric is reborn, I have to rely on the true power of the sword to deal with it. Yes-like you are limited to swinging with a sword, the possibility of being beaten to death is even greater! "
Not only was Harry in his heart, but the sorting hat he was wearing on his head reminded him again and again not to be overwhelmed, so that he could only watch from a long distance, but was anxious under his heart. Powerless.
Yes, Harry knew that the words of the sorting cap were correct, and even more than that.
If he rushes into the war, and instead encounters danger, Maca has to be distracted and rescued ... In case Maca is injured, he must be too late to regret it.
That being said, Harry was equally afraid to leave. In order to be in time when Maca needed the sword in his hands, he could only watch Marca far away from the "big black man" while running to a remote place. To force out of the city.
"Huh? Someone?"
Suddenly, the Sorting Hat interrupted Harry's thoughts with a flick, causing him to look around subconsciously.
"Don't look for it, I'm right here ... behind."
Hearing an unfamiliar voice behind him, Harry was busy holding the wand and sword in both hands with some vigilance, and looked back.
"you are--"
"Barrow Stewart, Ifamonny comes to help."
"Ah! Those Americans ..."
Just as the witch standing behind Harry described himself, he was Mr. Stewart, principal of Ifamon, who had helped Maca search for the black pupil wizard.
After hesitated for a moment, Harry glanced again in the direction of Makar's battle with the demon, before he pointed at Stuart:
"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 afford, and I can only die if I go up."
Seeing Stewart speak plainly, as if he didn't mind at all for his weakness, and was calmly a spectator, Harry couldn't help but have an indescribable taste.
Are you too anxious? Or is the other party too cold?
"What's wrong?" Stewart seemed to be aware of the tangles in Harry's mind, then shook his head. "I feel like I am not aggressive and don't know I'm sorry for the gap in front of me?"
After a short meal, Stuart smiled slightly, and then continued:
"I'm not as young as you ... I have had a period of blood, but actually told me one thing plainly-I am not the protagonist, I ca n’t, and I dare not be. Even if I try hard, It will always be a 'shadow' ... maybe you don't know, I'm the principal of Ifamoni ... 'One'. "
Speaking of this, Stewart suddenly reached out and patted Harry on the shoulder, then said with some emotion:
"Sometimes, a person also has to see his own ability. After all, some geniuses can't catch up and catch up. And to be honest, you should understand this earlier than I do ... because of the goal around you , Even more terrible than the 'that' beside me! "
As Stuart said, he is one of the two principals of Ifammon today, and he is always a "shadow principal" whose strength and achievement are always worse than the other.
Of course, it is impossible for Harry to know this kind of thing, and he is still wondering about the inexplicable appearance of this Stuart principal behind him!
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"……Mr?"
"Oh, I'm sorry, maybe I'm a little shy," Stuart suddenly shook his head again. "It's a good thing to be aggressive, but I've said it like a poison ... Sorry, forget what I said Come on! "
As he spoke, he looked far in the direction that Makar was fighting the demon, and as he saw that he was getting farther and farther, he could not help but take a few more steps.
In fact, few people know why Stuart came to London, but he clearly has a very clear purpose.
Seeing that he no longer meant to continue to say something, Harry was slightly vigilant, and then continued to look at Maca's side.
Only the sorting hat on Harry's head, at this moment, lowered his voice and muttered softly:
"Isn't it just a loser, Master Hat? I have seen so much in my life ..."