With Corvin’s teachings embedded in his bones by now, the swing of the sword feels more natural than it ever did in his previous life. Back then, he’d never imagined even holding a sword, much less using it to slay a basilisk and destroy foul dark artefacts. When the sword appeared in the Sorting Hat, grabbing it was like reflex. He had no idea what he was doing with it; he was running on pure survival instinct.