How Does 'Harry Potter And The Philosopher’S Stone' End?

Beneath a rain of iron filings and the hush of embers, the somber ancient dragon smithing stone feels less like a tool and more like a reluctant god. I’ve held a shard once, fingers blackened, and what it gave me wasn’t a flat bonus so much as a conversation with fire. The stone lets you weld intent into metal: blades remember how you wanted them to sing. Practically, it pours a slow, cold heat into whatever you touch, enabling metal to be folded like cloth while leaving temper and grain bound to a living tune. Items forged on it carry a draconic resonance — breath that tastes of old caves, scales that shrug off spells, and an echo that hums when a dragon is near. There’s technique baked into mythology: you must coax the stone through ritual cooling or strike it under a waning moon, otherwise the metal drinks the stone’s somber mood and becomes pained steel. It grants smiths a few explicit powers — accelerated annealing, the ability to embed a single ancient trait per item (fire, frost, stone-skin, umbral weight), and a faint sentience in crafted pieces that can later awaken to protect or betray. But it’s not free. The stone feeds on memory, and every artifact you bless steals a fragment of your past from your mind. I lost the smell of my hometown bakery after tempering a helm that now remembers a dragon’s lullaby. Stories say the stone can also repair a dragon’s soul-scar, bridge human will with wyrm-will, and even open dormant bloodlines in weapons, making them hunger for sky. I love that it makes smithing feel like storytelling — every hammer strike is a sentence. It’s beautiful and terrible, and I’d take a single draught of its heat again just to hear my hammer speak back at me, whispering old dragon names as it cools.

Wild guesswork won't do here, so I'll tell you the version I lean on when I replay the game: the somber ancient dragon smithing stone is said to have been fashioned by the dragonkin associated with the old dragon-worshipping orders — the Dragon Cult, in the broad sense. To me, that feels right because the stone's description and the places you find it are steeped in dragon ritual and reverence, not just ordinary forging. The Somber variant specifically seems tied to weapons that carry a kind of sacred or singular identity, which matches the idea of a religious or clan-based crafting tradition rather than a commercial blacksmith. I like to imagine these smithing stones created in cavernous halls where dragon-priests tended to embers and chant for wyrms, passing techniques down through lineages. The lore breadcrumbs — the ruins, the dragon altars, even NPC lines — all point to an organized, almost monastic dragon clan rather than scattered lone wyrms. It's a neat piece of worldbuilding that makes upgrading a special weapon feel like taking part in an ancient rite. I always feel a little reverence when I click that upgrade button, like I'm finishing a story that started centuries ago.

Back when I first started hunting for odd relics at weekend markets and shadowy online stalls, the somber ancient dragon smithing stone felt like the holy grail—mysterious, heavy, and rumored to sing if you struck it right. My approach has always been slow and patient: start with non-destructive checks and only escalate if those leave interesting clues. I’d first document everything with high-res photos from multiple angles, note weight, exact dimensions, any inscriptions or temper lines, and compare those to known references or cataloged museum pieces. Provenance is king; a believable chain of custody—old receipts, letters, or a credible collector’s stamp—instantly raises my confidence. Next I’d move to physical and scientific tests that don’t damage the stone: ultraviolet light to reveal modern repairs or fresh adhesives, X-ray fluorescence to get elemental composition, and microscopic inspection of tool marks and patina. Real smithing stones will bear micro-striations from ancient hammers and telltale oxide layers that take centuries to form. If the XRF shows odd alloys or modern manufacturing markers, that’s a red flag. For the more arcane elements—say faint runes or an embedded dragon scale residue—I’ve tapped into a network of experienced readers and conservators who can test for organic residues or trace metals like vanadium and osmium that mythology often ties to dragon-breath ores. If those point toward authenticity, I’ve learned to get a second opinion from a trusted lab or auction-house specialist before any purchase. High-value items deserve a paper trail and scientific backing; I once passed on a gorgeous stone because isotopic analysis revealed modern smelting signatures. That sting stayed with me, but it’s better than buying a pretty fake. Honestly, holding a verified somber stone—cold, dense, humming faintly—still makes my chest tighten with excitement every time.

I get a little obsessive with celebrity money gossip, so here's my take: most public estimates for Harry Jowsey put him in the ballpark of around $1 million, give or take. Some outlets peg him closer to $600k while others stretch toward $1.5–2 million if you count projected future earnings and business ventures. Those gaps come from how different sites value influencers' intangible assets like brand cachet and social media reach. Looking under the hood, the cash likely comes from a mix of reality TV paychecks (not enormous, but helpful), sponsored posts on Instagram, YouTube ad revenue, occasional public appearances, and side hustles or product lines. If he’s monetized any premium content platforms or run successful collaborations, that would push the number up. Investments, agent deals, or property ownership could also alter the snapshot dramatically. So I’d comfortably call it a mid-six-figure to low-seven-figure profile, roughly around $1M by most reasonable estimates. It’s juicy to watch how fast these figures move with a viral moment — he’s the kind of personality who could spike that number in a year, which keeps me checking the tabloids every so often.

the short of it is: theories are mutating faster than a Polyjuice potion mix. The revival — from 'Harry Potter and the Cursed Child' to the 'Fantastic Beasts' films and the steady drip of new commentary — forced a lot of tidy fan ideas to either evolve or crawl back into vaults labeled "headcanon." Old staples like "Snape was misunderstood" or "Dumbledore is the puppet master" got complicated when new material shifted motives, retconned timelines, or introduced whole new players. That doesn’t kill speculation, it redirects it. You'll see established communities splitting into three camps: those who chase official continuity and dissect every tie-in for clues, those who treat the revival as optional and double-down on original-book lore, and the creative folks who lean fully into fanon and write brilliant alternate universes. Platforms matter too — long-form essays live on blogs and YouTube deep-dives, while TikTok runs rapid-fire micro-theories and edits that spark overnight trends. Personally I love how the revival made people re-examine motivations and gave new seeds for fanfiction; some theories died, but plenty more have grown, stranger and richer than before.

I love hypotheticals like this — they make me giddy. If I had to pick a single most important rule, it’s that context is king. Put 'Harry Potter' and 'Percy Jackson' in a hallway with a few suits of armor and Harry’s got a lot of advantages: precise wandwork, a repertoire of defensive and controlling spells (Protego, Stupefy, Petrificus!), and a history of outsmarting foes through planning and clever uses of magic. Harry’s experience with things like Horcruxes, the Resurrection Stone, and the Elder Wand (if you want to go full Hallows) gives him toolkit options that are wildly versatile. He’s patient, resourceful, and his spells can be instantaneous—disarm, bind, immobilize. That matters in a duel. Now shift that scene to the open sea or even a riverbank and the balance tips hard. Percy’s whole deal is elemental control: water isn’t just a power, it’s his lifeblood. In water he heals, grows stronger, breathes, and can manipulate tides and currents at scale. His swordplay with Riptide (Anaklusmos) is brutal and precise; he’s trained as a fighter and is used to direct, lethal combat against huge monsters and gods. Percy also has the durable, battlefield-tested instincts of someone who’s constantly facing beings that don’t follow human rules. So who wins? I’d say it’s situational. In a neutral arena with little water, Harry’s magic and crafty thinking could win the day. In or near water, Percy becomes a force of nature that’s extremely hard to counter. Personally, I love that neither outcome feels boring — both are heroic in different ways, and I’d happily watch a rematch under different conditions.

To me, Hermione has always felt like the kind of person you'd want in your corner when the stakes are high and breakfast is terrible. She’s fiercely intelligent, morally anchored, and somehow both practical and romantic in a way that doesn’t scream saccharine—more like steady light. In 'Harry Potter' she’s the one who reads the manual, builds the plan, and then holds your hair back when you puke from a potion gone wrong; that mix of competence and care is an undeniable part of what makes her attractive as partner material. If I imagine her as a girlfriend in the more mundane parts of life, I see someone who’d remind you to eat, nudge you toward better choices, and push you to grow. She’d also expect respect for her boundaries and passions—books, causes, and perfectionism included—so this isn’t a relationship for someone who wants a passive plus-one. There’s warmth underneath the criticism because she’s loyal to a fault; she’ll defend you publicly and scold you privately, and that balance is strangely comforting. Fandom loves to pair her with both Ron and Harry for different reasons, but removing canon for a second: Hermione as a partner gives stability, intellectual companionship, and moral courage. She challenges you, makes you kinder, and refuses to accept half-measures. That’s girlfriend material in the deepest sense—maybe not fairy-tale sweet all the time, but real, demanding, and loving. I’d want someone like her in my life, even if she’d reorganize my bookshelf on sight.

After scrolling through a ridiculous number of candid photos and fan shots, here's the clearest picture I can paint: the evidence for Harry Styles having a supernumerary nipple is almost entirely photographic and observational. Over the years, paparazzi snaps, poolside photos, and a few close-up shots circulated on social media that show a small raised spot or darker patch on his chest that some fans call a ‘third nipple.’ Those images are the main things people cite — multiple angles, different cameras, and fans pointing to the same spot on his torso. That said, there’s never been a medical statement from Harry or any credible medical documentation confirming it, so the claim rests on interpretation of photos. Lighting, moles, scars, or even camera artifacts can trick the eye, and a lot of the conversation lives in tabloids and meme threads. Personally, I treat it like a quirky bit of celebrity lore — interesting to notice, pretty common anatomically, and not something I’d harp on without confirmation. It’s one of those tiny human details that makes pop culture feel oddly intimate to fans.