[Comprehensive] Road to Trench

Dear Albus:

see you.

I haven't replied for a long time, I hope the owl can find you this time.

Some time ago, something happened to one of my juniors, and it finally came to an end after being busy for a long time.He was a wonderful kid, bright, confident, and compassionate—if anyone who knew him saw me say that, they would be suspicious, "Who are you talking about?"—but in my eyes, He does have the character of a savior, hoping to help others and not hesitate to sacrifice himself.

He's a good kid, but something happened a while ago that made him wonder if the things he did could really help people.

Weapons can kill or save, but whether it kills or saves, it is not for the person who made the weapon to decide, only the hands holding the gun can decide-it is not his fault.

Although the child didn't say it clearly, I could see that he stubbornly attributed all the blood debt to himself.I sometimes feel like resenting Howard and Maria - his parents - for raising this kid so well, so well, that he wouldn't even bother to excuse himself - yes, He called this "prevarication" and believed that the source lay with himself.

I am worried that he will fall into a state of self-destruction that is difficult to sustain (in fact, there are already such signs, I think I have to be optimistic about him in the next time, lest he do something that makes me think The behavior of bringing him back from the underworld and beating him up, God testifies that I am not a person who can educate children with a belt!), I remember that you are the principal of a school, I believe you must have been dealing with adolescent boys for a long time Better than me, do you have any good suggestions?

S: Why can't the postal service find you forever, but the owl can, are you a legendary wizard?

Also: Speaking of wizards, I recently found a few wound potions in my first aid kit that didn't look like regular medicines, but worked really well, like wizard potions from fairy tales.I have absolutely no memory of buying them myself - even I've searched the black market and can't find anything similar to the description, I suspect I'm forgetting something... I'm at the age of forgetting too?

your loyal friend bucky

Dear Bucky:

Hello Zhanxin.

I'm glad to know that you are safe and well. I was really worried about what happened to you when I haven't heard from you for a long time. Fortunately, it's all over now.

Not so long ago, I was indeed the principal of a school, but not now—after three years of careful thinking and several years of training my successors, in June of this year, I finally unloaded as I wished. Headmaster, and passed it on to my successor, who also graduated from the same school.

But I would still like to discuss with you how to solve that child (although from your description, this is a very huge problem), I believe I have heard of similar people: extraordinary talent, extraordinary birth, extraordinary ability , They seem to be born to bring change and new hope to the world.They have superhuman gifts and abilities and, of course, superhuman responsibilities and obligations—whether they put them on themselves or are pushed on their shoulders—they are sure they have to do something Come, change something and make this world a better place.

But all good intentions do not necessarily bring good results.

There is nothing more terrifying than the ease with which a fallen man can attribute everything to his own experience: I have been through this to be what I am.But these children won't, instead they will criticize themselves even more, thinking it is their fault.

This is obviously not their fault, but they will be classified as their own fault, why?

Because someone always tells them that you are born special, so you have more responsibility, more, more - and then, if you are lucky, these children can go forward with great expectations, but if you are unlucky... …

I really don't want to see that picture.

Let's try to tell them that sometimes, they are not very important to this world.

If they die, the sun will still rise the next day, the earth will still turn, and the bustling crowd will still live their lives. Even the greatest savior, people attended his funeral, and when they come back, they still have to pay for their own lives. life rushes.

There is not much time left for them to grieve and miss.

But for us who love them, our world has lost the sun and them forever.

——Yes, this is different from all the education we have experienced, this is too selfish, but, my dear, the reality is like this, even if we don't admit it, our heart tells us the answer intuitively.

I had a child—well, not my own, of course, but one of my pupils, but I regarded him as my own—and I knew his fate before he was born.

His star trail tells me he was born to fight evil.

I planned for him to fight evil when he was a baby, and then, at 11, that kid went to school, and he came to my school, to me.

He's been through a few things and he's done a lot better than I could have imagined, he's got a lot more courage than a lot of grownups, he's so good, I'm so relieved, the feeling is indescribable (but I believe my friend you sure understand).According to the plan, I should tell him my plan, but...

I'm starting to waver.

I said to myself, 11 years old, too young to know this, he should be happier.

Then, the second year, the third year... I think you guessed it, I flinched again and again, afraid to tell him my plan.

I finally realized, dully, the biggest omission in my plan--it had been foreshadowed--I was so worried about him.

I cared more for his happiness and joy than for him to know the truth; for his peace of mind than for my plans; for his life than for the sacrifices he would have to make should his plans fail.

If we could—and all parents feel this way—we would do it ourselves, hoping that all the suffering that happened to them would be passed on to us.

I haven't met the kid you value, but I think he's definitely not the type to back down from danger (and if he is, I'm sure you don't need such a headache), we can't stop them-whether From selfishness to righteousness—perhaps the only thing we can do is to accompany them.

Then, catch them before they're about to fall into the abyss.

Either way.

Having said that, I believe that you who wrote to me may have already come to a conclusion in your heart. I am very happy to hear your troubles. I hope that in the days to come, we can still talk to each other like this.

S: At your age, forgetting things should not be something worthy of too much attention. One day, recalling everything you have forgotten and regaining lost treasures is also an adventure-like joy, isn’t it?

s of s: I'm just kidding.

Yours faithfully, Albus