Walking into the study Myrrdin saw a much matured Harry sitting in his favourite armchair speed reading a weighty tome. Other books were piled around him, either freshly read or about to be.
Harry now looked to be the eleven year old he would be once he was reinserted into normal space. The only sign of his fifteen years studying and maturing to what would have been nineteen years of age in the pocket reality was his eyes. Someone attuned to his emotional output may be able to sense there was depth to the boy not found in normal eleven year olds, but that was all they would discover.
"What are you reading, Harry?" asked Myrrdin.
"English and Scottish law as it applied circa 1000AD," said Harry not looking up and barely pausing during his rapid flicking through pages.
Marking his page he looked up at the old man and said, "I want to make sure I'm not going to be conned or advised contrary to the law when I... sorry, we... smack the Wizengamot down.
"At least we now know the fracture of wizard law from mundane law mainly occurred during the Second World War and parallel Grindelwald War, and later. So, the work of synchronising them again won't be as difficult as we first thought. Most of the most appalling ones are only since Riddle's first run-around in the 1970s."
Myrrdin nodded. More and more over the past few years he had left planning on the course of action of the four heirs to Harry. He had given the lad a good grounding in strategy, diplomacy and politics and watched as the boy took the lessons to heart and made his plans. And Harry knew he first needed to get the heirs together before they arrived at Hogwarts.
"Have you given further thought to how you're going to contact the other heirs, lad?"
"I had thought the original plan was sound," the boy responded. "But I think we're going to have to go with 'Operation Nuclear Bang' and immediately bring the heirs and their guardians together. And once we get to Hogwarts we go with 'Operation Baby Steps'.
"Of course, if 'Nuclear Bang' fails then I'm going to have to go with'Operation Knock Knock' and, if and where necessary, use the Obliviate Charm to prevent Dumbledore discovering what's what. I'm really not going to like doing that.
"If 'Baby Steps' fails we'll go with 'Operation Mailed Fist'. But, of course, that means having to use the memory crystals on the heirs before they go to Hogwarts, which I'd rather not do. I don't want to do that because I think it robs them of their childhood. However, to have'Mailed Fist' in place in advance, I'm going to need to use the crystals well before we board the train."
It amused Myrrdin how his young charge used modern military terms in his planning. But, he had to hand it to the boy; it made discussing strategy and various options so much easier. Of course, no plan survives first contact. So you need contingency plans for what happens after that event. Or, you'd need a first plan so over-the-top the chance of failure was greatly minimised. This was young Harry's preferred plan.
"As I've said before, but I'll reiterate, lad," said the old man. "The memory crystals are quite safe to use if they're activated when the recipient - or recipients, in this case - are ready for sleep."
Harry sighed, "I know, Sir. But I feel as if it would steal their innocence doing that to them."
"You're a good lad, Harry," said the old man, coming up to put one hand on Harry's shoulder. "That care you have for the welfare of others will stand you in good stead as you work towards all four of your objectives. But, they would all lose their innocence soon enough if you fail."
"I know, Sir," sighed the boy again.
Backing away to sit in his own chair facing Harry, Myrrdin asked,"Have you given much more thought about how you and the other heirs are going to tackle those objectives?"
"Yes, Sir," Harry responded. "As you know, Sir, that'll be launched with 'Operation Queen's Ire' as long as you've managed to ensure each artefact is in its right place..."
Nodding, the old druidic mage said, "That's now been done, and I'll manage them across time to ensure they're where you need them to be, when the time comes."
"Good," said Harry, also nodding. Leaning forward he said, "Then, when the time comes, I plan to..."