Harry lifted it out of the box and over his head. The baldric sat heavily on his shoulder, the three knives arrayed across his chest. He pulled one from its sheath, and although it was a bit longer and heavier than his usual set—he’d asked Awlthrow how big it’d need to be to reach a mountain troll’s heart—its balance was exquisite. He flicked his wrist to grasp the blade in throwing position, and his fingers found just the right spot.