Q: How many sessions of sexual activity would you have in an average week?

Harry said nothing as he looked blankly at the next question for a minute, unblinking.

"Yeah..." Harry drew out the word. "I don't think the Headmaster looked this over before he gave me it." It kind of sounded like the man, who while outgoing and all loving, if jaded from his years of old age, Headmaster could be a little careless... or maybe he read it, and decided to give it anyway. The man was still an enigma sometimes.

Well, it certainly feels like every day sometimes. Harry thought to himself, before ticking one of option in jest. But what was jest, become the new normal, a daily stream of sex with the greatest Magical women on the Earth from around the world. The demand for Harry had grown to such a point that he had to tend to one Witch a day, though sometimes it became two.

Harry had made it a policy that no Witch could have an... appointment with him more than twice a month due to the sheer amount of women who needed his attention, and so far it had worked. Witches at Hogwarts, obviously, got more of his time than ones from abroad, but only because their mutual availability was more or less similar, and it was less of a time sink to meet each other.

More of the wall vanished, replaced with even more photos of Harry's various sexual partners. Madam Bones, Molly Weasley, Female Tonks, Narcissa Malfoy, Rita Skeeter and more had pictures up on his walls, happy and sultry and seductive. And those were just the ones on the walls. He had well over three hundred sessions with various Witches already, and at least two photo albums he kept under lock and key of the various photos, both ones he could show in public and ones he would definitely be keeping to himself.

A series of notebooks suddenly came into being, filled out with the knowledge that Harry had gathered during his new job. Specifically, notebooks on what each Witch liked and disliked, their tells and turn-ons and turn-offs, along with sketches of what their bodies looked like with and without their attire, little diagrams of the little details. Once again, these were kept under lock and key, hidden in his closet under other things.

The only one he kept in his desk drawer was a rather innocent looking date book, which he used to keep track of his very tight, very active schedule. The latest appointment, which he crossed off just earlier, was the witch Rita Skeeter. She was a frequent appointment, his most frequent in fact, due to starting to feel her biological clock ticking. However, her age did nothing to slow down her enthusiasm and libido in the slightest, and if you'll pardon the pun, she was quite adept at rocking Harry's world.

A text from Harry's phone broke him out of his thoughts, despite the late hour. The woman he was just thinking of, who had left his bedroom no more than a few hours ago, had sent said text.

Rita: Hey, thanks for taking care of my needs again. Love spending time with you, wish we could do more. Here's a little gift from me and the other girls. Keep up the good work and we may try to make the next one a group session! Your girl forever, Rita <3 <3 <3

Attached to the photo was a large file, a picture from the looks of it. Too big for his phone to display properly, so he connected it to his computer and downloaded it and brought it up.

There are three Witches Rita is in the middle facing the camera with her hole body while the other two her helpers/photographers are looking over their shoulders at the camera (The one the left) is looking over her right shoulder in the photo and (The one right) is doing reverse (How the computer works: Lily had mad tech work in the magical world and muggle-borns have started to use them).

Used to such images, Harry's blush was a bare minimum, but his loins stirred once more at the sight of the three Witches presenting themselves to him in the picture, their lust evident in their eyes and actions alike, almost more excited than he was for a potential "group session." That was one for the locked up picture albums, for sure. As he started printing it off, Harry turned back to the test Headmaster had given him.