"Oh, usually it doesn't." Professor Dumbledore said: "But when fighting with unscrupulous Dark Wizards, just knowing White Magic is not enough—you don't think the Aurors, during the process of capturing Death Eaters, don't use some inoffensive minor curses, do you?"
"Inoffensive Minor Curses?" Harry was stunned.
"Oh, that's what the Gaunt Clan calls them." Professor Dumbledore chuckled slyly and added a cup of lemon water to Harry: "I once saw the Gaunt family's collection. The name on the cover was 'Inoffensive Minor Curses.' I should thank this book for equipping me with some minor curses."
"I've always believed that learning shouldn't be too rigid, Harry." Professor Dumbledore said again: "But your mother... she has her reasons, due to some very complicated reasons, she was so resistant to Dark Magic."
"Because of Professor Snape?" Harry asked.
Professor Dumbledore looked at Harry in surprise, seemingly not expecting Harry to know so much.
After a moment, he nodded.
"Yes, because of Severus—since you asked this question, it means you should know the ins and outs of these events. Unfortunately, the Severus back then was entirely focused on following Voldemort, neglecting the feelings of the friends around him."
"Speaking of which, you also saw Voldemort in the memory earlier," Professor Dumbledore said with a light smile: "Guess—you absolutely won't guess who he is!"
"Could it be..." Harry thought for a moment and tentatively asked: "Principal Dipet?"
"Hey! Kid!" A familiar weak voice came from the wall, "Don't think I can't hear you talking bad about me behind my back!"
Harry turned around and saw Principal Dipet's portrait.
He smiled and said to Principal Dipet: "Sorry, Principal Dipet, Professor Dumbledore wanted me to guess someone I wouldn't guess..."
"It's Tom, Tom Riddle." Principal Dipet said crossly: "Who else do you think it could be?"
This result was indeed unexpected for Harry.
He couldn't possibly imagine that the elegant Slytherin Prefect would turn out to be the insane Voldemort?
"But, him?" Harry couldn't associate these two images together, "Tom? Voldemort?"
"Yes."
Professor Dumbledore reached out to write snaking flames in the air.
It was the looping intertwined writing Harry was familiar with.
"Tom Marvolo Riddle"
Harry repeated the name, feeling that the name "Marvolo" seemed familiar from somewhere.
Professor Dumbledore moved his fingers, and the writing in the air changed order, rearranging itself.
"I am Lord Voldemort"
Harry made a disgusted face.
A typical outward expression of excessive self-awareness during adolescence.
"So that's how it is..." Harry said emotionlessly, "So reordering the letters creates Voldemort?"
"Yes, Harry." Dumbledore smiled at Harry: "He abandoned his original name, hated that his father was a Muggle, so he discarded that name and turned to adopt one that more... clearly reflected his demeanor."
"I think Tom sounds better." Harry critically assessed: "And it is rather ironic, I never expected, a fervent follower of pureblood ideology, would turn out to be a mixed blood, my goodness, it's truly ironic."
"Indeed, who would say otherwise?" Dumbledore smiled kindly.
"So, his Death Eaters don't know?" Harry asked.
Dumbledore shook his head, saying: "No, the Death Eaters don't know Voldemort's mixed blood origin—except for me and a few others, no one knows this."
After saying this, he noticed Harry's expression changed.
First disbelief, then suspicion, then disdain, and finally speechlessness.
"What is this?" Dumbledore asked puzzled, not understanding why the child in front of him changed expressions so rapidly.
"I should say, Professor Dumbledore," Harry told him: "If I were you, I would definitely publish Voldemort's mixed blood identity—my goodness, it's the most effective weapon, why don't you utilize it? I truly can't comprehend..."
"You don't think the Death Eaters would leave Voldemort if they knew of his mixed blood status?" Dumbledore laughed and shook his head: "Harry, you're a child; you should know Voldemort's nature—he maintains his terrifying rule through violence..."
"But at least it would disgust him, Professor Dumbledore," Harry interrupted Dumbledore, "Even if it doesn't cause him any substantive harm, just disgusting him is enough."
Dumbledore sat upright and began reassessing the good student in front of him.
Goodness, this idea...
Seems to have some merit.
Harry leaned back tactically, looking at Dumbledore.
Thinking in his heart, the senior is ultimately a senior, you still have to learn...
Why must there be substantive harm to Voldemort's rule?
We are indeed English people!
What's the perennial principle of English people?
Even if there's no benefit, I'll still stir things up with a stick, disgust you...
Of course, this was learned from Cassandra's brother, Mr. Ignatius Malfoy—by lineage, Ignatius should be Lucius's grandfather.