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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