Harry clearly understood what Dumbledore meant.
Voldemort's a guy who deals with curses, so he's bound to know how to lift them too.
Just like the old saying goes, within seven steps of poison, there's always an antidote. Those who play with Dark Magic curses certainly know how to lift them.
Harry thought about his rapport with Voldemort.
Then he realized a problem.
Every meeting involved showering Voldemort and his dear mother with insults, and he even reflected Voldemort's Avada Kedavra back at him, leaving him neither here nor there—let alone foiling his plans twice.
If possible, Harry felt Voldemort would rather drag him home to make soup than help lift any Dark Magic curse.
"Couldn't be that you think Tom would help me?" Harry wore a 'you've got to be kidding me' expression.
"Anything is possible in the world," Dumbledore said with a smile, "But time is of the essence; we should set off for Gaunt's Old Mansion quickly."
He led Harry, using Apparition Displacement, to a place before a signpost.
Harry looked up and glanced where the signpost directed.
One side read: Great Hangleton, Five Miles.
The other side read: Little Hangleton, One Mile.
"Gaunt's Old Mansion is in Great Hangleton," Dumbledore told Harry. "Oh, I forgot, you have a good relationship with Omnius Gaunt, you might know where the Gaunt family is roughly."
"No, I haven't heard him mention it," Harry replied. "Although Omnius comes from the Gaunt family, he really dislikes the atmosphere of the Gaunt home... I remember he once said, when he was little, his family forced him to use Crucio on Muggle kids..."
"Quite the extreme family; no wonder they faded away like that." Dumbledore seemed to sigh out of regret or pity.
They followed the sign indicating the direction toward Great Hangleton, walking ahead for some distance.
Fortunately, the weather has been good recently; the ground wasn't muddy, so they didn't dirty their clothes and shoes.
"Why don't you just use Apparition and take me there, Professor?" Harry asked curiously.
"Gaunt's Old Mansion has an Anti-Apparition Spell, Harry," Dumbledore said softly. "Fox seems to have gone off with Grindelwald senior, I can't bypass the Anti-Apparition Spell to get to Gaunt's Old Mansion."
Okay, Harry accepted this reason.
Dumbledore led Harry onto a narrow, dirt-paved path, bordered by taller and wider hedges than before.
The path was winding, full of rocks and uneven slopes like before, looking as if leading under them into a dark forest.
Sure enough, the path disappeared by the edge of the woods.
They walked a few steps forward, arriving in front of a courtyard wall.
The wall was covered in moss; many tiles had fallen off the roof, revealing beams here and there. Dense nettles grew around the house, tall enough to reach the windows, which were very small, filled with thick grime accumulated over the years.
The door had a dead snake nailed to it, though the snake had been eroded by time, leaving only a skeleton, somewhat incomplete, twisted over the door frame.
"This is Gaunt's Old Mansion," Dumbledore sighed lightly. "Who would have thought? The Twenty-eight Holy Pure-blooded Clans have turned into a place overgrown with weeds."
He extended his Magic Wand, pushing aside a large spider perched on the door frame.
The big spider quickly scuttled away, showing no intent to retaliate.
"Ron would absolutely hate this place," Harry critiqued sharply.
Dumbledore glanced back at Harry, not understanding why the unsolicited comment.
"Ron is really scared of spiders," Harry explained succinctly.
"Being afraid of spiders isn't shameful," Dumbledore laughed. "When I was young, I didn't like bugs either, especially the ones with many legs... like centipedes."
With that, he pushed open the door and walked into Gaunt's Old Mansion.
Gaunt's Old Mansion remained abandoned for a long time; even inside the house there was overgrown grass, thick moss covered the walls.
As soon as Harry stepped inside, he caught a heavy smell of mildew; difficult to describe but strongly affecting.
"It seems nobody has lived here for a long time," Harry mentioned to Dumbledore.
"The last heir of the Gaunt Clan, Moffin Gaunt," Dumbledore's eyes shimmered. "Since 1943, he was imprisoned for murdering a family of Muggles, now staying in Azkaban."
"There's something like that?" Harry grinned maliciously. "Seems he's a typical Gaunt—you know what I mean, Dumbledore, one of those cruel, cold-hearted Gaunts."
"Aren't you curious about who he attacked?" Dumbledore asked.
"Was it the Riddle family? That naive Muggle gentleman deceived by that nauseating woman, Melop?" Harry queried.
Dumbledore sighed: "Yes, it was their family—that's what the locals told me when I visited Old Hangleton last time."
"However," he continued, "Last time in Old Hangleton, I didn't enter Gaunt's Old Mansion... Now, it seems like not coming wouldn't make a difference. I think we should visit Azkaban, find out the truth."
"Like what?" Harry asked, raising an eyebrow.