This is clearly a very targeted question.
What Ian received wasn't an examination question.
It was a challenge to Gamp's Basic Transformation Law. It was evident that Professor McGonagall, often interrupted at night by little wizards during her off hours as a transformation class professor, had been aware of Ian's level in transformation technique and some peculiarities for some time. Now she merely wanted to verify her inner suspicions.
Her mindset wasn't too different from Professor Flitwick's.
"Alright, Professor."
Ian finally awaited this moment to reveal his talent before the cat, immediately casting his transformation spell, with no intention whatsoever of concealing his uniqueness.
As Ian uttered the most basic, simplest transformation spell without any specificity, an invisible force emerged from the magic wand and spread quietly.
The button began to change.
The originally smooth surface began to ripple like waves on water, then these ripples gathered into streams, spreading along the edges of the button. The button's color changed from silver to blazing gold, shining as if flames burned inside, yet without any heat escaping.
As the spell continued, the button's shape rapidly transformed. No longer rounded, it gradually elongated and twisted, as if countless tiny hands were pulling and reshaping its structure internally. The button's texture underwent a dramatic change, shifting from hard material to a flexible and elastic substance.
"Indeed."
Professor McGonagall watched Ian complete the task with a complex expression.
Within the golden light, the outline of a broom began to appear, first the slender handle, then the broad broom head, where each "hair" was clearly visible.
Shimmering with the magic's unique radiance.
It floated silently in midair. The unremarkable button had now transformed into a delicate flying broom, adorned with tiny runes shimmering with magic power, the broom tail's hairs soft and lustrous, as if ready to fly its owner through the skies.
"You have an extraordinary talent, Mr. Prince; it will lead you towards the dreams all transformation technique researchers yearn for, making you an incomparable master of transformation technique."
"The history of transformation technique is destined to include writings about you."
Professor McGonagall gently stroked every inch of the broom, feeling the magic power contained within, expressing heartfelt expectation and evaluation for Ian's future.
"I can't think of any flaw in this magic." Professor McGonagall also gave Ian a big O and handed over a slightly yellowed notebook.
"I'm really curious about what your Animagus form will be like. This is the notes I've recently organized and revised. I hope you can spare some time during the vacation for related studies."
Professor McGonagall generally wouldn't offer little wizards any special tutelage, but evidently, she felt she had encountered an extraordinary situation, so teaching in accordance with individual aptitude is what it should be under Hogwarts' teaching model.
"By Merlin! Is this your notes?"
Ian received the notebook with great delight.
"I'll guide you in researching and cultivating the Animagus transformation next semester. I hope you won't start attempting it during the vacation due to impulse and leave lifelong regrets."
Professor McGonagall's eyes were full of the appreciation for talent, solemnly advising Ian, clearly not wanting him to suffer from any impulsive actions.
"Thank you for your generosity! Rest assured, Professor, I'll surely wait until next semester to learn this dangerous magic under your guidance." Ian, who valued his life, had many other magics to learn, so wouldn't have any impulsive urge to recklessly study Animagus.
"It would be best if you truly keep it in mind."
Professor McGonagall waved her hand.
Ian took his leave.
The next little wizard began his first-year normal assessment. The sequentially dejected expressions of little wizards leaving the examination hall fully indicated that transformation technique was indeed challenging for them.
Ian didn't linger too long.
He still had his good uncle Professor Snape's potions practical exam to take.
Honestly speaking.
Both Professor McGonagall and Professor Flitwick gave high evaluations for Ian's exams, and good Uncle Snape was actually the same, just expressing the same sentiment in different ways.
"Bloody hell, this is wicked!"
Seeing Ian use "Extreme Fusion" to concoct a super-quality potion, Snape's face was filled with an incredulous expression, simultaneously expressing his praise for Ian in his own way.
"There's something wrong with your hands!"
Snape repeatedly inspected Ian's hands several times, failing to find any suspicious elements, yet he clearly saw Ian brew an impossible potion with impossible-to-brew ingredients. Staring intently at Ian, he didn't expect Ian to look utterly perplexed.
"Isn't that how potions are brewed?"
A highly punchable expression.
And also that self-satisfied performance. If there weren't many students waiting for their exams, Snape would have insisted on spending an entire day with Ian.
"Get out of my sight quickly! You disobedient little brat!" Snape also gave Ian an O, but at the same time added his loud roar.