There have been so many sequels of the nerdmatic cinema about harry Potter and this goblet and that goblin that the authoress' cash cow seemed to milked her last. Then one day while jerking off to some porn in one of her palaces her ladyship came and then had a good idea. Why not turn the bepectacled boy wizard into an unlikely sex stallion after his parents die and he has to attend Pimp Nigels School for Boy Sex Stallions or some other rotten name.
The rest is sexistory as the princess of potion fiction has transformed herself as if by a magic spell into the Ducchess of Douchebags and the Marquesa of masturbation.
