Question

怎么开网店?开网店的步骤是什么?

Answer 1

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, wasn't I?"
They climbed the steps into the entrance hall and went into
the Great Hall for lunch.
"Must be nice," Ron said abruptly, when they had sat down and
started serving themselves roast beef and Yorkshire puddings. "To
have so much money you don't notice if a pocketful of Galleons
goes missing."
"Listen, I had other stuff on my mind that night!" s aid Harry
impatiently. "We all did, remember?"
"I didn't know leprechaun gold vanishes," Ron muttered. "I
thought I was paying you back. You shouldn't've given me that
Chudley Cannon hat for Christmas."
"Forget it, all right?" said Harry.
Ron speared a roast potato on the end of his fork, glaring at
it. Then he said, "I hate being poor."
Harry and Hermione looked at each other. Neither of them really
knew what to say.
"It's rubbish," said Ron, still glaring down at his potato. "I
don't blame Fred and George for trying to make some extra money. Wish
I could. Wish I had a niffler."
"Well, we know what to get you next Christmas," said Hermione
brightly. Then, when Ron continued to look gloomy, she said,
"Come on, Ron, it could be worse. At least your fingers aren't
full of pus." Hermione was having a lot of difficulty managing her
knife and fork, her fingers were so stiff and swollen. "I hate that
Skeeter woman!" she burst out savagely. "I'll get her back for this
if it's the last thing I do!"
Hate mail continued to arrive for Hermione over the following
week, and although she followed Hagrid's advice and stopped opening
it, several of her ill-wishers sent Howlers, which exploded at the
Gryffindor table and shrieked insults at her for the whole Hall to
hear. Even those people who didn't read Witch Weekly knew all about
the supposed Harry-Krum-Hermione triangle now. Harry was getting
sick of telling people that Hermione wasn't his girlfriend.
"It'll die down, though," he told Hermione, "if we just ignore
it. ... People got bored with that stuff she wrote about me last time
"I want to know how she's listening into private conversations
when she's supposed to be banned from the grounds!" said Hermione
angrily.
Hermione hung back in their next Defense Against the Dark Arts
lesson to ask Professor Moody something. The rest of the class was
very eager to leave; Moody had given them such a rigorous test of
hex-deflection that many of them were nursing small injuries.

Answer 2

还是开加盟点比较好 状元包考虑下

Answer 3

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orovitch's windowsill, smiling lazily up at Harry out of the silver frame. And it came
to Harry instantly where he had seen the boy before: in The Life and Lies of Albus
Dumbledore, arm in arm with the teenage Dumbledore, and that must be where all the
missing photographs were: in Rita's book.
"Mrs. -- Miss -- Bagshot?" he said, and his voice shook slightly. "Who is this?"
Bathilda was standing in the middle of the room watching Hermione light the fire for her.
"Miss Bagshot?" Harry repeated, and he advanced with the picture in his hands as the
flames burst into life in the fireplace. Bathilda looked up at his voice, and the Horcrux
beat faster upon his chest.
"Who is this person?" Harry asked her, pushing the picture forward.
She peered at it solemnly, then up at Harry.
"Do you know who this is?" he repeated in a much slower and louder voice than usual.
"This man? Do you know him? What's he called?"
Bathilda merely looked vague. Harry felt an awful frustration. How had Rita Skeeter
unlocked Bathilda's memories?
"Who is this man?" he repeated loudly.
"Harry, what area you doing?" asked Hermione.
"This picture. Hermione, it's the thief, the thief who stole from Gregorovitch! Please!" he
said to Bathilda

Answer 4

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Answer 5

不太懂啊 ，我自己也想开呢