El llibre també el tinc en anglès (i es troba el fragment a internet en anglès...). En Harry, en Ron i l'Hermione estan buscant la pedra filosofal i...
The next chamber was so dark they couldn't see anything at all. But as they stepped into it, light suddenly flooded the room to reveal an astonishing sight.
They were standing on the edge of a huge chessboard, behind the black chessmen, which were all taller than they were and carved from what looked like black stone. Facing them, way across the chamber, were the white pieces. Harry, Ron and Hermione shivered slightly -- the towering white chessmen had no faces.
"Now what do we do?" Harry whispered.
"It's obvious, isn't it?" said Ron. "We've got to play our way across the room."
Behind the white pieces they could see another door.
"How?" said Hermione nervously.
"I think," said Ron, "we're going to have to be chessmen."
He walked up to a black knight and put his hand out to touch the knight's horse. At once, the stone sprang to life. The horse pawed the ground and the knight turned his helmeted head to look down at Ron.
"Do we -- er -- have to join you to get across?" The black knight nodded. Ron turned to the other two.
"This needs thinking about..." he said. "I suppose we've got to take the place of three of the black pieces...."
Harry and Hermione stayed quiet, watching Ron think. Finally he said, "Now, don't be offended or anything, but neither of you are that good at chess --"
"We're not offended," said Harry quickly. "Just tell us what to do."
"Well, Harry, you take the place of that bishop, and Hermione, you go next to him instead of that castle."
"What about you?"
"I'm going to be a knight," said Ron.
The chessmen seemed to have been listening, because at these words a knight, a bishop, and a castle turned their backs on the white pieces and walked off the board, leaving three empty squares that Harry, Ron, and Hermione took.
"White 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."
Their first real shock came when their other knight was taken. The white queen smashed him to the floor and dragged him off the board, where he lay quite still, facedown.
"Had to let that happen," said Ron, looking shaken.
"Leaves you free to take that bishop, Hermione, go on."
Every time one of their men was lost, the white pieces showed no mercy. Soon there was a huddle of limp black players slumped along the wall. Twice, Ron only just noticed in time that Harry and Hermione were in danger. He himself darted around the board, taking almost as many white pieces as they had lost black ones.
"We're nearly there," he muttered suddenly. "Let me think -- let me think..."
The white queen turned her blank face toward him.
"Yes..." said Ron softly, "It's the only way... I've got to be taken."
"NO!" Harry and Hermione shouted.
"That's chess!" snapped Ron. "You've got to make some sacrifices! I take one step forward and she'll take me -- that leaves you free to checkmate the king, Harry!"
"But --"
"Do you want to stop Snape or not?"
"Ron --"
"Look, if you don't hurry up, he'll already have the Stone!".
There was no alternative.
"Ready?" Ron called, his face pale but determined. "Here I go - now, don't hang around once you've won."
He stepped forward, and the white queen pounced. She struck Ron hard across the head with her stone arm, and he crashed to the floor - Hermione screamed but stayed on her square - the white queen dragged Ron to one side. He looked as if he'd been knocked out.
Shaking, Harry moved three spaces to the left.
The white king took off his crown and threw it at Harry's feet. They had won. The chessmen parted and bowed, leaving the door ahead clear. With one last desperate look back at Ron, Harry and Hermione charged through the door and up the next passageway.
"What if he's --?"
"He'll be all right," said Harry, trying to convince himself. "What do you reckon's next?"
Està clar que aquí no surt la posició. Però, per fer la pel.lícula, es necessitava una posició clara on l'àlfil negre fes mat, gràcies a un sacrifici del cavall negre. Sinó, no tenia sentit.
Però, és clar, és difícil de trobar una posició d'aquest estil, i s'ha de fer una composició. Una composició amb moltes restriccions.
La creació de la posició la van deixar a en Jeremy Silman, un MI d'Estats Units.
La posició és la següent:
El negre amenaça Ch3 mat, i el blanc juga Dxd3, defensant-se del mat. Després d'això, el negre té un mat forçat amb 1. ... Tc3 2. Dxc3, i ara hi ha dos mats possibles: 2. ... Ac5+ 3. Dxc5 Ch3 mat, o 2. ... Ch3+ 3. Dxh3 Ac5+ 4. De3 Axe3 mat.
Però, és clar, qui ha de seguir per les habitacions és en Harry, i per tant l'opció de 2. ... Ac5+ no és bona. Així doncs, en Ron s'ha de sacrificar perquè en Harry pugui fer mat.
Tot i així, després de que en Jeremy Silman donés aquesta posició, les exigències del guió van fer que la partida s'escurcés. A més, no van incloure en Jeremy Silman als crèdits. Suposo que té raó a estar enfadat...
La seva explicació, així com unes quantes reflexions sobre les partides d'escacs al cine (molt bones), així com la posició jugada a jugada, es poden trobar aquí.
I gràcies a l'administrador d'escaquejant per l'enllaç.
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