Tampering with their memories. Of course. But why did that sound like harming them in a way anyway? Eh...but he supposed there was nothing else to do about the problem of muggles and at least it was going to be painless. They were going to have no idea what had happened. Even though, he shot a look at Aron, mostly for the usage of the word "tampering", he approached the neares group of muggles with a kind smile. "Hello..." was he supposed to give them an excuse lile Aron did? Probably not since they were not going to remember it anyway. Pulling his wand from the holster it rested in, he casted the necessary spells to fix the muggles' memories and once he made sure he was done with it properly, he returned to the phone booth staring down at the deep dark hole.

That was progress, right?

"Good work with this acid thing." he said then stared at the guy who offered going down BEFORE HE COULD. Well...no one knew what was down there, did they? So as an Auror he supposed it could be more....oh...anyway Aron told him to go after the Derek dude anyway. "I do trust my upper arm strength." he said even though the question had not been directed to him. Truth had to be told though, his muscles were one of the few things he fully trusted with himself.

He watched Derek and waited for him to climb down a bit before grabbing the rope and starting the climbing down himself after the A&C employee. He leaned his feet against the wall and looked down into the hole. Eh...nothing could be seen...yet. At least he was going to see whatever was down there soon enough. He loosened his grip on the rope and started to slide down until he had to stop himself when he was dangerously sliding on the Derek dude. In order to stop before his bum hit the dude's head, he grabbed the rope tightly again and pressed his feet against the wall, hopefully stopping himself before anything unwanted could happen. Surely his hands burned now but it didn't really matter.

He looked down at Derek. He was...rather slow. Yet on the other hand every single employee of the ministry didn't need to be a perfect rope climber. "You need some help down there, mate?" Maybe he did? Holding the rope with a single hand, he grabbed his wand and conjured another rope, an iron one. Then he holstered his wand and tied the rope on his pants waist and released the rest of the metal rope down at Derek. "It has a clip." he said. "Attach it somewhere safe on you and should some unfortunate thing happen, i will get you."

Help? Right. Some people said that he was all brawn and no brain and that was usually of no use. Now his overworked muscles could be of use, to help someone, and he wanted to be useful.