The Muggle firefighters seemed to have finally caught on. Looking at Dumbledore, they said, "So you're wizards! Wizards who can use magic! My God! Wizards are actually real!"
Dumbledore blinked. In the eyes of these Muggle firefighters, he saw none of the fear he might have expected. Instead, there was curiosity, excitement, surprise...
In any case, there was very little rejection.
One of the Muggle firefighters said, "Good Lord! I've never even seen a scene like this in movies!"
"Yeah!" another Muggle firefighter nodded in agreement. "Too bad I didn't bring my camera, or I definitely would've taken some pictures to remember this!"
"I'm going to tell my daughter about this!" yet another Muggle firefighter said. "Wizards are real! Then Santa Claus must be real too!"
"Parents are a child's best Santa Claus..." Dumbledore said with a sigh. "What a dereliction of duty... As president of the International Confederation of Wizards, there's something I actually forgot to do..."
He drew his wand and aimed it at the Muggle firefighters. "Obliviate!"
The Hungarian Minister of Magic instinctively held his breath. He sensed an intense surge of magical power, enough to make every hair on his body stand on end.
The Muggle firefighters' expressions changed, their eager excitement returning to calmness;
Then, as though they had remembered something urgent, their faces grew tense again. They swiftly returned to their fire engine and eventually disappeared from sight.
Thinking of a possibility, the Minister of Magic cautiously asked, "President Dumbledore, could it be that the Muggles around Heroes' Square..."
"I cast a Memory Charm on them as well." Dumbledore nodded. "But there are still plenty of troublesome matters to deal with..."
"Many Muggles must have seen Voldemort's Dark Mark. That needs to be handled properly too."
"You've already helped us immensely!" the Minister of