Vernon visits his accountant and has an unpleasant surprise. Fred and George find a new buisness opportunity. Dudley owes someone money. General mayhem ensues.
takeover with Grunnings. Dudley had failed all his O levels and Smeltings School had said that he
would have to leave at the end of the term. And now Inland Revenue was asking embarrassing
questions about his tax returns.
The last problem was the reason Vernon was sitting in the office of his accountant, Mr. Prewett.
Vernon had known Mr. Prewett for nearly sixteen years. He was everthing a good accountant should
be -- conservative, respectable and most of all, discreet.
Not that Vernon was up to anything shady. But there were still questions he would rather not
answer. About his nephew Harry, for instance. Another accountant might have pressed Vernon for
details on Harry's boarding school fees. Mr. Prewett simply listed to Vernon's mumbled explanation
about a special school and trust fund from his parents with a knowing smile..
Once the tax problem was sorted out, Vernon mentioned his worries over Dudley. Once again, Mr.
Prewett was reassuring.
"My cousin had two sons like that, twins. Always in trouble. Very bright but wouldn't study. Left
school early. But then the found a backer, set up a business and did very well. They're very find young
men. I've been helping them with their books ..."
Mr. Prewett glanced at the clock and suddenly became nervous. "Oh, that reminds me. I have another
appointment in a few minutes," he said.
He got up at hustled Vernon towards the door with uncharacteristic haste.
There was a loud crack and two men were standing in the corner of the office. They had read hair and
wore purple robes and green boots.
For a few moments all four men stared at each other in shock. Then one of the red-headed men
"Hello, cousin. Hello, Mr. Dursely. I'm George Weasley and this is my brother Fred. We're friends
of Harry's. I don't suppose you remember us... .
Mr. Prewett finally found his voice.
"Of course! Your nephew Harry! I needn't have worried. You know that all this has to be kept very
hush-hush. I hope you don't mind seeing yourself out. I'll ring you for lunch next week."
Vernon stood in the outer office, his head swimming and his heart pounding. One of the rocks of his
existence had crumbled.