POV In the Headmaster's Office at Hogwarts High School
Hoshino left the office in silence. Minerva McGonagall was taken aback by the brashness and disgusting manners of this upstart. The headmistress listened to the readings of the defensive circuits, afraid to activate them since it had taken a lot of work to repair the damage last time.
When the Japanese had already passed the gargoyle, the defense circuits detected a slight flash of magic. At the same moment, the massive gold ring with a large stone on the little finger of his left hand trembled, drawing attention to itself. Albus stared at the protective artifact in surprise. A second later, the ring was still shaking, and then the stone cracked and burst, shattering the gold as well. The wizard's eyebrows raised on their own.
— Albus, I think we should call the Aurors! We can't let a dark magic ritual happen!
— No, Minerva, we won't call anyone. — He looks thoughtfully at the small shards of stone in the broken ring. — All the documents are in order — there's nothing to complain about. Even the magical seals are in place... Hmmm.
— And then... — The woman clapped her eyes in disbelief, because it turned out that this whole conversation, this conflict, had been arranged by the director right there and then, and the guy had every right not to go to this meeting. — ...what was it for? — This answer was important for the woman. Very important.
— I wanted to prevent the boy from making a mistake, Minerva. I know that Sora is well versed in rituals, more than that, he's made a lot of money in France. With this money, the boy bought a large piece of land, using official documents obtained in his homeland through an international organization, which makes him an adult for Muggles. Hmmm... — the man took out his wand and began to cast some spells on the destroyed Cursed Protective Artifact. One of many. He was silent for a few minutes, completely absorbed in examining the shards, finding only traces of elemental magic. On the third minute, he spoke. — The boy had fallen into bad company. Purebloods know how to influence, it's in their blood. I wanted to keep him from falling into the web of foreign intrigue he so carelessly fell into... .... I wonder...
McGonagall waited a few minutes for her to continue, but the Headmaster was completely engrossed in examining the tainted jewelry. The woman walked away — she had a lot of paperwork to do, despite the weekend. As long as everything was within the law, and the principal herself was concerned about another troubled teenager, it was okay. She still had to check the sophomores' essays...