ite always plays first in chess," said Ron, peering across
the board. "Yes... look..."
A white pawn had moved forward two squares.
Ron started to direct the black pieces. They moved silently
wherever he sent them. Harry's knees were trembling. What if
they lost?
"Harry -- move diagonally four squares to the right."
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