King Arthur sat on the bedside, raised his head from the book in his hand, looked at Merlin quietly, and said, "Severus Snape is dead."
Merlin, who was rubbing his waist, was stunned: "Who?"
There was already some liquid seeping out of King Arthur's eyes: "Sev... Oh... My poor Sev..."
Merlin had to use a free hand to cover his face: "When will you stop reading that damn novel?!"
King Arthur's tears had already begun to surge, and he pulled Merlin: "Dear... I don't want this ending..."
Merlin was eight years old: "What does this have to do with me?!"
"Look, they mentioned you - Merlin's beard! - Even though you don't have a beard... I mean... Dear Q_Q, you will help me, right?!"
"..."
"Q_Q~~~~"
So Merlin. . . Ah cough. . . Descend to earth. . .
So Merlin. . . Became the Sorting Hat. . .