Harry felt like bees were buzzing around in his stomach and all the way down to his feet as he jogged his way up from potions to his meeting with Professor McGonagall - he couldn’t help but wonder if he’d lost his nerve in his "old age’. He’d have been raring to do something like this when he was actually fifteen, but now he was an adult, the idea made him feel faintly ill. At least when it came to retrieving the ring, all they had to do was successfully sneak in and out of the school - they didn’t need to worry about being caught in the act.