Chapter 1319

I remember before entering Hogwarts, Harry was just a Muggle boy living in a closet under the stairs. He thought that he might not have much promise in his life.

Yes, at that time, he only occasionally imagined that he would get rid of the Dursleys one day - but then he would be thankful.

After all, he is just a sad child who has no parents since childhood and has to rely on the "alms" of his uncle and aunt to grow up.

However, when Hogwarts's admission notices were sent frequently, when the Dursleys obstructed, and when Hagrid appeared in front of him with a birthday cake, his life suddenly changed completely.

He knew that he was a wizard, and his parents were very good - they were not as incompetent and bad as his aunt talked about all day!

He knew that he was very famous in the British magic world. Almost everyone knew some "achievements" that he didn't even know.

He knew better that he seemed to be a very special existence.

To tell the truth, I'm afraid no boy doesn't secretly rejoice and surge when he realizes that he may be the so-called "savior".

Although he never said that.

However, before he could recover from the exclamation of the crowd, Maka's excellence made him wonder - did everyone make a mistake?

Yes, he may really be the "boy who survived the disaster", but the fact may be limited to this.

He has nothing more special than others, his magic talent is more ordinary, and there are several subjects he is not good at at at all.

What kind of "savior" could such an ordinary boy be?

No, maybe it's really like Malfoy said. He's just a "lucky unlucky man". He was lucky to escape Voldemort's attack, but unfortunately he lost his parents and family. What "savior" is just a joke that is not funny.

As Marca became more and more powerful and repeatedly showed her unexpected strength, Harry had to secretly envy, and then slowly transformed his self-confidence into self-improvement.

Unknowingly, Maka became his goal and the direction of his efforts. He only hopes that one day, he can stand side by side with Maka, instead of always chasing behind and never falling short of it.

Unfortunately, no matter how hard he tries, it seems impossible to catch up with the excellent Maka.

Day after day, Voldemort died and greenward died. Maka became a professor, and he was still a student without graduation. The distance between them seems to be getting farther and farther away.

Harry thought he might never realize his wish in his life.

But just when he was quite discouraged, halbo appeared, Gryffindor's sword came into his hand, and the trial that might change his fate came.

In the face of the terrible consequences that may be faced after failure, and even Gryffindor's own persuasion, he clenched his teeth and chose to insist.

Then he failed.

What else can we do? For him, failure was no longer a strange thing. He felt that he might have to admit his fate.

But who knows, obviously failed, but the Gryffindor multi treasure sword still gave him extraordinary ability, so that he finally had the opportunity to achieve his wish.

"Marca, give me the last one!"

Now, when this moment really came, Harry, who thought he might be excited, found that he was not as excited as he thought.

"Hiss -"

The Gryffindor sword in his hand swept over the enemy's shield and cut a slender crack. After that, he calmly turned back again to avoid the black thorn, cut out the second sword and the third sword, and finally cut a triangular hole like last time.

The last fourth sword stabbed the enemy hiding in the black ball shield.

Watching the shield collapse and the black pupil wizard suddenly fall to the ground, Harry thought of an inexplicable doubt - what has he been doing all these years?

"Harry?"

Maka, who had already stopped, walked forward and patted him on the shoulder.

"Well done."

Maka is still Maka, but she is still calm under such a bad situation, which is far from her previous look of anger.

Obviously, he can barely stand beside Maka, but the gap between the two may not be much closer. Not to mention, what he relied on was the help of Gryffindor's sword, not his own strength.

"Marca..." Harry asked, holding the sword in his hand and looking at Marca youyou. "If I say I want to fight with you, do you think... Can it work?"

Is Harry trying to prove himself to others? No, he may just prove himself.

"No, I'm sorry," Marca said. "If it's just these guys with black eyes, I think you'll have no problem. But Haier -"

"Well, I see."

Harry nodded and said nothing more.

Maka is always right. He says he can't face helbo, so he can't. If you still want to keep this life, you'd better not get involved.

Marca looked at Harry and didn't know if it was a lost expression. Finally, she nodded first.

"Come on! Let's go to Sirius - we still need our help there."

Seeing that Delphi had also solved the two remaining black pupil wizards in the air and landed suddenly on an ice bird, makaton waved.

"Harry, go up... And Thomas, come here!"

After that, he stopped thinking for a while, jumped up the back of the ice bird with a slight leap, and then figured out how to find Haier Bo after cleaning up the black pupil wizard in downtown London.

The guy is probably still hiding in the mirror space, but it's not easy to go in again.

In addition, the big stone in the sky will soon fall to Hogwarts. He has a lot to do.

There's not much time left for him.

"Delphi, let's go!"

"All right, Dad - uh, Mr. McLean."

Before the words fell, Delphi greeted the ice bird and flew away, flapping his wings and flying straight to the large-scale battlefield where Sirius was located.

The war over there seems to be extremely fierce, and I don't know if Sirius and Kingsley are all right.