Ian referred to the scene where two Seekers dive rapidly towards the ground, then one of them stops the dive and suddenly changes direction. He bet that the Hufflepuff Seeker jolted by the maneuver was no more than twenty centimeters above the grass—it's truly a sport that could endanger lives.
The pitch seemed to transform into a battlefield.
The fragile and unlucky Cedric Diggory was almost single-handedly taken out by his classmate.
"Oh, dear!"
Ian saw the professors in the faculty seats had all stood up, and Professor McGonagall was holding her wand cautiously, her serious expression was in stark contrast to the little wizards' screams and cheers.
The game continued.
But after glancing at the faculty seats once, Ian's gaze never returned to the pitch; Professor Cat's constant wand-wielding and ever-changing expressions made him quite amused.
And that's not all.
The splendor of another scene far exceeded that of the ongoing match—Quirrell, dressed entirely in modest attire, was also participating from the faculty seats in this Quidditch game. Unlike the other professors who watched the match attentively and were always on guard for danger, his gaze kept drifting toward Gilderoy Grindelwald.
Gilderoy Grindelwald seemed oblivious, savoring some kind of pastry while enthusiastically focusing on the pitch. Noticing Ian's gaze, he even raised the half-eaten item towards Ian.
Ian looked elsewhere. As the saying goes, when the mantis stalks the cicada, the oriole lurks behind. Quirrell's mind was entirely on Gilderoy Grindelwald, clearly overlooking the big black bat behind him.
The all-black Snape was easily recognizable in the crowd, his furrowed brow fixated on Quirrell, his extremely grim face undoubtedly mistaken as a villain by the Savior trio.
"Good Uncle probably doesn't know what kind of task noseless Tom gave Quirrell." Ian pulled out a piece of paper and started documenting this interesting scene.
His painting skills would occasionally be practiced during his free time, now nearly reaching Level 5. This skill would sometimes increase its skill level during alchemy crafting, especially when drawing magic rune circuits, which could be seen as a form of painting.
This is likely why Ian's drawing skills are considered decent, yet his style remains non-realistic; his prowess in abstract painting is vast and ever-growing.
Indeed.
Amidst the clamor, Ian painted a piece depicting you staring at him while another he was staring at you. Since he didn't plan to show it off and just meant to keep it for himself, Ian added Voldemort's head to his creation. He captured everyone's expressions and traits but made no attempt to recreate their actual likenesses.
It has a touch of masterful flavor.
But it was still Picasso-esque, genuinely at Great Success Stage Picasso. Ian did it deliberately; if he wanted to depict realistic figures, he could easily do so after some practice, but he preferred abstract expressionism and wondered if reaching Level 10 in painting skills combined with magic could produce genuinely spiritually disturbing works.
"This is the complete Quirrell." Ian contentedly admired Quirrell, upon whose occipital surface he had painted a human face. Meanwhile, the massacre on the pitch was gradually approaching its finale.
"After overcoming initial confusion, Ravenclaw's team began exerting themselves, using almost perfect coordination and tactical adjustments to widen the score gap to 120;40!"
"Hufflepuff only scored a few goals at the start; they fell completely into the Ravenclaw team's traps, with an overwhelming advantage leaving Hufflepuff unable to fight back!"
"Unless something unexpected happens... wait, my goodness, an unexpected event occurred! Snitch! It's the Golden Snitch! Cedric Diggory once again heroically rescued Hufflepuff!"
"He caught the Golden Snitch! Brilliant! A magnificent comeback kill! He is Hufflepuff's savior!"
The match ended quite suddenly.
A large cheer erupted from the pitch, with countless Hufflepuff students rushing directly onto the field, celebrating the victory that turned and turned again with the players. The Ravenclaw players were pounding their feet and chests one by one while the little wizards transitioned from initial excitement to sighing.
Ian feigned a slight sigh, yet his painting brush didn't stop; he had felt that his drawing was missing some artistic touch and thus erased the face on Quirrell's occipital surface.
"The most important thing about a painting is its artistic integrity." After contemplating, Ian moved the face onto Quirrell's rear, whereupon the aura of art immediately emerged.
In the distance.
Just as Ian bit his brush and marveled at his masterpiece, delighting in what extraordinary traits his [Painting] skill might awaken upon reaching Level 5.
Quirrell's attention remained on Gilderoy Grindelwald, although he vaguely felt his posterior itching, causing him to scratch slightly through his pants.
"The master said this morning he would come to Hogwarts, then I lost contact with him… Sigh, this writer looks fond of sweets, should I really use the poison I prepared or not?" In his first stressful role as a double agent, Quirrell's heart was indeed conflicted, and practically anyone could see that he was deeply distracted.