Caught completely off guard, Allen shuddered. His pupils contracted, his skin crawled, and in his shock he let out a rather undignified, distorted howl. Then he sprang out of his chair and stumbled several steps backward.
Thud!
The woman's figure in front of him fell straight out of the television and onto the floor inside the room, then crawled toward Allen at an even faster speed. The frightened Allen finally remembered he knew magic and hurriedly raised both hands to cast a spell.
But after crawling a few steps, the woman with black hair covering her face straightened up. She reached out with both hands and swept all the hair in front of her face behind her head, revealing a slightly stunned face—only then did Allen realize the other party was his daughter, Helena.
Helena's steps paused slightly. She looked puzzled, her gaze fixed on Allen, a little at a loss. She recalled the terror that had just appeared on Allen's face, and it made the expressions of those first-year students who had just entered Hogwarts and seen ghosts like them flash through her mind...
Helena lowered her head, tightly clutched the front of her robes with both hands, bent her knees slightly, and gave Allen a courtly curtsy. Then, word by word, she apologized in a slow, low voice. "I am sorry, Father. I did not mean to frighten you. I truly am sorry."
Seeing Helena look so aggrieved, Allen, who had already come back to his senses, was instantly filled with guilt. His brow furrowed, and he quickly replied, "Don't take it to heart, Helena. I thought that was... I'm really sorry. I don't know if you heard about it when I was in my third year, but the Boggart showed that the thing I feared most was