From the perspective of merely reshaping a physical body, it would certainly be easy to help Marvolio come back to life. But the problem was, Tver hadn't yet dealt with the Horcrux mark on his body. According to his teacher, even if they helped Marvolio form a new body now, his soul wouldn't be able to merge with it.
So, Tver quickly and quietly explained the difference between a Horcrux and the main body. Speaking of which, Voldemort was indeed an expert at creating Horcruxes, but when it came to studying them, Tver might even be more skilled. Especially since Tver's research into the soul far surpassed that of any wizard in the magical world, including Voldemort and Dumbledore.
After hearing this, Marvolio realized the issue. Even though he possessed a fragment of a soul, at his core, he was still just a mark Voldemort had left behind in the mortal world.
"So, my guess is that to turn the tables, you either have to surpass the main body in soul power or completely sever your connection with Voldemort."
When it came to his own freedom, Marvolio couldn't help but become serious. Having witnessed far more effective and clever methods while following Tver, he had long since looked down on the original master's crude ways. Moreover, his pride wouldn't allow him to remain an appendage to the original master, even if they shared the same soul!
"The first option seems unlikely. After all, soul splitting isn't a perfect division; it's just the main body carving off a piece of itself."
"To maintain its existence, the original body still holds at least a third of the soul's power. So even if I gathered all the remaining Horcruxes, I wouldn't surpass the original."
Tver's lips curled into a slight smile.
"No, the first option is actually the most likely."
"I think you've realized by now that Harry has a companion inside him, right? Aside from you, Voldemort now possesses three Horcruxes: the locket, the cup, and Harry himself."
"If you collect these three, you could match Voldemort's soul power."
Marvolio chuckled, shaking his head. He thought his discovery about that Potter boy hadn't been noticed yet.
"Matching isn't enough. The original soul inherently suppresses us. We need at least one more Horcrux."
"If you hadn't destroyed the diary or the diadem, maybe that would've been enough."
Tver confidently picked up his knife and fork again and cut into the roast on his plate.
"What if Voldemort is about to make a seventh Horcrux?"
He held up a forkful of perfectly marbled beef, as though it were the Horcrux itself.
"Another one of your prophecies?" Marvolio muttered.
Tver shrugged, offering no reply, and stuffed the meat into his mouth.
In truth, he had initially fallen into a misconception. At first, he'd thought Nagini was one of Voldemort's early Horcruxes. But after multiple confirmations, Cynthia had assured him that Nagini was now just a regular snake.
(That line is cut—basically, Cynthia subtly tracked down Voldemort and traced his whereabouts.)
So, Voldemort would inevitably split his soul again to create Nagini as a Horcrux. By then, Marvolio wouldn't even need to absorb Nagini—his own soul power would be enough to surpass Voldemort's!
Though he received no answer, Marvolio instantly believed it, considering Tver's previous 100% accurate "prophecies."
"So I have to wait until the main entity splits his soul again?"
"Exactly." Tver's lips curled upward. "I'd even like to help Voldemort resurrect—preferably let him wreak havoc once more, so we can stir up trouble in both the wizarding and Muggle worlds."
"So you need me to assist him, and then we'll resurrect together?" Marvolio sounded displeased.
Why resurrect another core when he alone would suffice? Won't that interfere with their plans?!
"No, no, no. I wouldn't dream of wasting your abilities. Remember the young Barty Jr. I mentioned earlier?"
"You could arrange for him to seek out Voldemort voluntarily and offer his assistance."
Tver actually had a more suitable candidate in mind, but it wasn't time to reveal that yet. After some back-and-forth, Marvolio finally grasped the role Tver had in mind for Barty Jr.
"We could also threaten or even control Old Barty. He's Cynthia's superior—a high-ranking Ministry official who could provide significant assistance."
Accustomed to Tver's habit of killing two birds with one stone, he immediately recognized the strategy.
"Impressive," Tver remarked nonchalantly, munching on grilled meat. He hadn't considered that angle himself. "You've learned a thing or two after following me all this time."
"Hah! I've now absorbed the essence of three generations of Dark Lords. If you fail miserably, I'll undoubtedly do a better job than you." Marvolio swayed his head smugly.
Tver shot him a dismissive glance.
"Cut the nonsense. As long as you execute my mission flawlessly, failure isn't an option."
"Speaking of the mission, over the past six months I've raided several werewolf dens multiple times, sending plenty of werewolves with criminal records and strong traces of dark magic to Azkaban."
"But are you really planning to recruit werewolves?" Marvolio asked, a hint of doubt in his voice. "Their combat prowess is mediocre, and they tend to be hot-headed. Beyond their werewolf form, their only real advantage is high magic resistance."
"Yet your Wolfsbane Potion and bracelet scheme requires a massive investment in them. Frankly, I see no benefit in this plan. It doesn't sound like your usual strategy."
"That's the limitation of your thinking." Tver waved a finger at him with an air of superiority. "You still haven't grasped my essence."
"Werewolves only need to help me make money. What use do I have for their strength? If it weren't for needing magic power, I'd rather make them even more pitiful."
Marvolio's expression grew even more peculiar.
"If you don't need their strength, why did you recruit the Werewolves in the first place?"
"Why did you recruit them back then?"
"To have them spread fear—for me, or rather, for the Dark Lord..."
Marvolio suddenly grasped something, yet couldn't articulate it. So Tver kindly resolved his confusion.
"Exactly. I wanted to contrast myself with Voldemort. By treating werewolves differently, I aimed to make the wizarding world favor me."
"Both the Dark Lord and I seek to overturn the Secrecy Act. But how could I appear harmless, so no one would fear me?"
"That's where my kindness comes in."
"A benevolent me would even try to save wicked werewolves—how could I bear to see wizards harmed?"
This was the most direct way to gain renown, especially since not all werewolves were untamable!
"So, from start to finish, you only need to cover some material costs. Not only will you recoup your Galleons a hundredfold, but you'll also get to trample me in the process, making yourself look so noble and righteous?"
Marvolio stared in stunned disbelief, stammering, "You mean... you could pull that off?"
"How could you think so darkly of me?!"
Tver feigned anger, punching Marvolio—though the blow landed lightly on his shoulder. Simultaneously, his face shifted into a meaningful smile.
"I'm such a good person..."