"Stop fighting, stop fighting!!!"
It took Harry a great deal of effort to pull the two girls apart as they wrestled on the ground.
Funny enough, Mia was the frailest of the three present. Her skin even had the unhealthy pallor of someone long plagued by illness. Yet, desperate to protect Harry, she seemed completely unaware of how thin her arms and legs were. If she had not caught the stronger Hermione off guard and tackled her to the ground, then in a real fight, she and Harry combined might not have been able to beat the well-proportioned, sturdy Hermione.
If Harry had not broken them up quickly enough, Hermione would have turned the tables by now, straddling Mia and getting ready to throw punches. Mia had only picked up Roy's combative temperament, not his exquisite fighting skills, much less his superhuman physical abilities.
But if Roy had been here, he would definitely have praised the brown-haired girl's ferocity. After being unexpectedly tackled to the ground, she had managed an effective counterattack immediately. It was not professional in the slightest, but that fighting spirit was not something an ordinary London middle-class girl possessed.
After forcibly separating them, more and more onlookers emerged from the nearby shops. Harry did not want his uncle and aunt to find out about this, so he grabbed Mia and dashed into the dark alley across from the street corner. When the two of them came to their senses, they discovered that the brown-haired girl had followed them and was blocking the entrance. Her elbow appeared to have been scraped open, blood running down her forearm into her palm. It looked painful.
The frail Mia was in even worse shape. During the scuffle, Hermione had accidentally kicked her in the stomach. On top of that, Mia